The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

Chapter 521: 309: Are you the Furnace Tripod of the Ghost Immortal?_2

Chapter 521: Chapter 309: Are you the Furnace Tripod of the Ghost Immortal?_2

“Explore the secret realm? If I’m not mistaken, half of the key is still with me, right?”

There was sudden amusement in Dong Huang’s voice.

“…Yes.”

Feng Qing’an sharply sensed danger, but even if he had, it was of no use.

“What manner do you plan on using to steal the key from me?”

“Didn’t you say to take it as I please?”

Feng Qing’an felt a chill sweep across his entire body, unable to stop his legs from trembling.

“Did I? I don’t seem to recall!”

A cold voice sounded somewhat confused, as if the Ghost Nation monarch truly never said such a thing.

“You…”

Feng Qing’an was wide-eyed and speechless. He had never dreamed that Dong Huang would play such a hand, denying his words,

“For a respected monarch like you, how can you go back on your word?”

“My respectable consort, do you know the crime of slandering the king?”

Dong Huang at this moment completely shattered Feng Qing’an’s perception of her. In his mind, the image of the feared ruler of the You Huang Ghost Country was collapsing.

“Damn it!”

Feng Qing’an cursed aloud, the many outstanding individuals attracted by his abnormality had already surrounded him.

“Feng Qing’an, what’s wrong?”

Hua Qingyu looked at Feng Qing’an with concern. Anyone could see that something was off about Feng Qing’an, especially Su Qingying from Ice Emperor Palace, who held a seemingly ice-carved immortal sword, faintly discernible behind her.

“I, I’m afraid I have to take back what I said!”

Feng Qing’an looked at the various talents with a trace of regret.

Dong Huang was originally not interested in that half key, but now because of him, these talents would have to put in ten or a hundred times more effort than originally planned to possibly get it.

Of course, if he was willing to sacrifice himself, these people could just wait, but Feng Qing’an felt no need to be so selfless. He really needed a break now,

The physical properties of his Supreme Body of Ten Thousand Spirits, the inexhaustible spirit source, required a carrier. His vitality and essence were limited. If he went on like this, he would really be drained to death by a certain monarch.

“What’s wrong?”

“The Ghost Nation monarch didn’t retreat for cultivation!”

Feng Qing’an sighed slightly. He was confident just a moment ago, only to be slapped in the face by Dong Huang.

However, upon hearing Feng Qing’an’s words, the many talents looked at each other. The charismatic Xin Fu of the Floating Life Realm’s True Transmission inquired with a stone cover reappearing in his hand, flames surging.

“Feng Daoist, disregarding whether the monarch has retreated for cultivation, what all of us want to know now is how did you know what she’s doing at the moment?”

“Daoist, you previously said you were a Nameless Loose Cultivator, but now it seems that you’re more than just an independent practitioner. May I ask who you are? If you’re not honest, we will have to be disrespectful.”

Tao Baibai of Three Saints Village asked with a golden rope coiled around his arm, also watching Feng Qing’an warily.

Not just these True Transmissions, Hua Qingyu from the Star Lodging Sect’s True Transmission who was originally quite supportive of Feng Qing’an, also had a complex expression on her face. She stepped back a few steps. She may be naive and romantic, but she wasn’t stupid.

“Feng Qing’an, if there’s something you’re having difficulty saying, you can tell us. We can help you, we’re all from the Human Clan.”

The blonde girl stared at Feng Qing’an, many things didn’t stand up to scrutiny.

This young man from the Human Race who had manifested an Immortal Grade Phenomenon, where did he get the Immortal Sutra he cultivates? Why did he dare to strike against a Ghost Prince in the ghost city who has a powerful background? Being a human, how could he act so arrogantly in an area dominated by Ghost Creatures? What was his reliance?

“You couldn’t help me.”

Feng Qing’an had a desolate expression on his face, he sighed, and slowly shook his head.

“Fellow Daoist Feng, how can we help you if you don’t tell us? No matter what trouble you’re in, even if it means being an enemy to Ghost Immortal, we have ways.”

Tao Baibai of Three Saints Village seemed to have sensed something. His childish voice was filled with the soaring confidence of a disciple from a prestigious sect in Taoism.

“When I was gathering information, I heard an interesting story. The female ruler of the You Huang Ghost Country has a consort from the mortal world, he is a living person, and even seems to be a youth.”

A low and husky voice sounded as a thin young man appeared, it was Jin Wuying from Xu Wutian’s sect.

This disciple from the Taoist sect looked at Feng Qing’an with a complex look at this moment. He guessed the real origin of this terrifyingly talented youth.

“Feng Qing’an!”

At these words, all the disciples turned their gazes toward Feng Qing’an. Shock, realization, sympathy, pity, envy… Many emotions surged, leaving Feng Qing’an unsure of how to react.

After all, his encounter with these cream of the crop from various sects was completely unexpected. Hua Qingyu had suddenly taken him away, and due to his own interest, he had wanted to blend in with this group.

Feng Qing’an had no intention of concealing his identity from them. He believed that he was quite innocent, he hadn’t done anything that enrages both humans and gods, he had even forcibly converted an Evil Dao Sect into a righteous one.

“Are you truly the Daoist couple of that Ghost Immortal?”

The True Disciple of the Star Lodging Sect looked at Feng Qing’an with disbelief. Only now did she realize who she had brought back with her.

“Well, consort.”

Feng Qing’an coughed and corrected the term, not planning to hide this identity from these prominent figures of the Human Race. They all had their ways, and it would be easy for them to gather information in this city of the Ghost Nation.

The Ghost Creatures had seen his grand and arrogant gesture when he first entered the underworld, disregarding the Ghost King. Even though only a few Ghost Creatures had seen his appearance in this vast ghost city.

But these talents would eventually find out about him if they wanted to. Instead of being exposed by them then, he chose to confess now.

Moreover, the effects produced by actively confessing and being passively exposed were completely different. For example, the disciple from the Ice Emperor Palace who had originally looked at him with disgust and antipathy, now had sympathy and pity in her eyes. Some were even regretful.

Because at this moment, in the eyes of this Su True Transmission disciple, Feng Qing’an’s identity had changed from a shameful evil cultivator who sought to unite with Ghost Creatures to a tragic youth who, due to his outstanding talent, has become a furnace tripod ensnared by a Ghost Immortal from the underworld.

“So, Fellow Daoist Feng, are you…”

The True Transmission disciple from Floating Life Realm, Xin Fu, began to speak but then hesitated. His present guess about Feng Qing’an’s identity was no different from Su Qingying’s, hence he was unsure whether to pity or to envy.

Because he had once managed to catch a glimpse of the appearance of the ruler of You Huang Country, a ghost creature who indeed had unparalleled charm, capable of collapsing cities and nations. Such a heavenly beauty was unimaginable to exist in the underworld.

Even though the fellow Daoist in front of him looked very miserable, as if he had been excessively drained, resulting in depletion of his vitality, fragile vitality, and severe injuries.

But when he thought of the fact that the one who drained him was the ruler of You Huang Country, who looked like a celestial being fallen into the underworld, the disciple from Floating Life Realm could not help but feel a surge of uncontrollable envy.

If he could take Feng Qing’an’s place, even if he would be drained to the point of severe vitality depletion, it would be worth it!

Unfortunately, it wasn’t possible!

Xin Fu, after all, was the pride of the Taoist sect. As soon as he had these romantic ideas, he immediately severed them with his strong will and forced himself to not think about it.

“So, you are the furnace tripod for that Ghost Immortal?”

The True Transmission disciples all seemed to be hesitant to speak. They had their guess about Feng Qing’an’s identity but did not want to clearly state their assumptions. However, Hua Qingyu broke the silence after a moment of contemplation and asked the shocking question directly.

“Hmmm!”

“Humph!”

As soon as she finished speaking, a few disciples could not help but turn around, even Jin Wuying vanished into the void once again.