The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

Chapter 649: 376: Learn in the Morning, Dare to Die in the Evening_1

Chapter 649: Chapter 376: Learn in the Morning, Dare to Die in the Evening_1

Gazing at the spirited youth before him, the elderly feathered man sighed lightly, at a loss for advice. After all, he could not deduce the youth’s origins or roots, much less understand his intentions. Any further persuasion would only lead to needless embarrassment.

“Dear guest, please follow me!”

The elderly feathered man turned slightly, seemingly to lead the way for Feng Qing’an. Unfazed, Feng Qing’an disembarked the group of Kuns and paced forward on the breeze that mysteriously gathered under his feet towards the feathered man.

“I am indebted to you, Senior.”

Feng Qing’an arrived beside the feathered man, disregarding the presence of several feathered individuals, whose strength was on par with the Earth Immortals of the human race. He paid even less attention to those of monarchial stature, focusing instead on the elder before him and responded with a smile.

“With your esteemed status, it should be I who keeps you company.”

As Feng Qing’an approached, the elder became increasingly baffled by his origins. Despite not sensing any trace of Buddhist Gate or Taoist influence, or even the aura of a Confucian cultivator, he could not deny the extraordinary nature of the youth before him.

With each movement, the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth would surge towards him; each step would sprout a gust of wind that formed into steps, lifting him towards the heavens. Such phenomena were clearly not the result of acquired skills, but of innate divine powers.

“Senior, are you questioning me?”

Feng Qing’an answered with a beaming smile. At this very moment, he appeared alone, yet with a mere thought, he could summon his many guardian beasts who were dwelling in the Cave Sky. Though not many, these beasts should be capable of giving the feathered people a bit of a surprise.

“Esteemed guest, where would you like to go first?”

The elderly feathered man avoided answering Feng Qing’an’s question, directly asking instead where Feng Qing’an would like to go first.

His evasion held implicit implications, and with such a display of force, would anyone not be apprehensive?

“I’m curious about how this city floats in the sky. Could I take a look inside?”

Feng Qing’an’s eyes naturally drifted towards Cloud City, centrally surrounded by numerous floating islands. Such a conspicuous manmade structure would naturally elicit curiosity from anyone who saw it, Feng Qing’an included.

“Of course.”

The feathered elder did not decline, stretching out his hand, a ray of white light emerged from the void, manifesting into a broad path leading to Cloud City, landing beneath Feng Qing’an’s feet.

“Senior, what a magnificent power you possess!”

Upon witnessing this spectacle, Feng Qing’an did not hold back his praise. He genuinely did not understand how the elder was able to accomplish such a feat. Nevertheless, it did not bother him, as he concluded that the feathered elder most likely did not comprehend him either.

Feng Qing’an, well-versed in the sacred scriptures of the Heavenly Dragon Temple, was at a loss himself on how one could define his existence. Regardless of perspective, he had undoubtedly transcended the understanding of mortal and even the cultivation world.

“It is just a small trick. I hope you will not laugh at it.”

The feathered elder chuckled, then took a step forward and instantly appeared at the entrance of Cloud City. A chill ran down Feng Qing’an’s spine, causing him to take a step forward and appear next to the elder.

“It’s such a pity to waste a power that could cross such long distances on such a short trip.”

Looking up at the imposing city in front of him, Feng Qing’an clicked his tongue in marvel.

He thought over the elder’s power and concluded that the white light path manifesting from the void was a magical technique capable of crossing state lines. It could potentially traverse thousands of miles in a single step, covering the distance of a continent with mere hundreds of steps.

Of course, powering such a divine power requires a substantial amount of magical energy, which an average Earth Immortal would be incapable of maintaining without being completely drained. However, the elderly feathered man before him was clearly an exception.

Feng Qing’an speculated that if the feathered man still possessed his youthful vitality, he might stand a chance to breakthrough to the realm of Earth Immortal. Although the chances are slim, as only one out of a hundred Immortals do achieve this feat.

Becoming an Earth Immortal confers longevity greater than an ordinary human, but it’s not as simple as multiplying their average lifespan of 1500 years by two.

Having a blessed region can help avoid disasters and prolong life. If one plays their cards right, living several millennia is not out of the question.

Of course, if the Earth Immortal could reach a lifespan of over 10,000 years, their life would be comparable to the Spirit Turtles from the Black Tortoise clan.

“Divine power are meant to be used, why should there be any waste or regret?”

“Senior speaks the truth!”

Feng Qing’an chuckled, striding boldly into Cloud City. The lazy cat on his shoulder also stood up, red-gold eyes darting around curiously to take in the unfamiliar surroundings.

“Your Highness.”

The Merfolk Queen, her body adorned with golden scales, transformed into a golden rainbow and reappeared beside Feng Qing’an, unwilling to leave his side.

Feng Qing’an moved without a care in the world, as relaxed as if he were at home, spotted the merfolk queen observing the surroundings as they traversed through Cloud City. The merfolk queen could sense the underlying malice emanating from the feathered folk, especially from the elderly feathered king.

Anyone with a brain would be able to connect the dots upon seeing her—realizing who brought the Kun group here. The feathered folk should naturally hold some hostility, it was a surprise they didn’t vent their anger on the merfolk queen. She knew that the feathered king’s restraint was not due to past ties with her own offspring, but because of Feng Qing’an’s mysterious identity and status.