The only beast master in the world of immortality.

Chapter 280 The Ghost-controlling Monk Coveting Nan Ge

In the empty and silent dark hall, there was only a pool of blood rippling with a faint light, bringing an insignificant amount of light to the darkness here.

"Master, do you hate me?"

In the blood pool, a sword trembled gently, causing ripples to form on the originally calm blood pool. Above the sword, a half-demon girl was standing naked in the air, gazing at the deep darkness of the hall with a confused look, lost in thought and self-doubt.

"What did i do wrong?"

The sword spirit, who was born less than a day ago, had enough intelligence but did not have much experience. After all, her birth was too special and she had no blood inheritance. The sword master who gave birth to her just glanced at her and left without taking her away.

At this moment, the only thing the sword spirit could think about was why she was abandoned. She wanted to chase the sword master now, and she could also make her body fly, but when the sword master abandoned her, she did not catch up with him immediately.

Now even if she wanted to pursue, she didn't know where to go. What she was expecting now was her master. Maybe he had not abandoned her, but just left temporarily because of something.

Perhaps it was because she was too weak to be of any help, so they left her here instead of taking her away. She was not abandoned.

"Is it because I'm too weak?"

The sword spirit thought of the reason why she was abandoned. The moment her master was born, she just glanced at him and then left without any reluctance, without even stopping.

"Master, where are you?"

"When will you come back to see me?"

"The master will definitely come back to see me!"

"Why hasn't the master come back yet?"

The sword spirit's eyes were always fixed on the direction where Feng Qing'an left, expecting Feng Qing'an's figure to appear in front of her again. However, in this empty and lifeless Demon-Suppressing Hall, she was only accompanied by the shriveled and dead corpses of demons that were no longer of any use.

Apart from this, there were no living creatures, and time seemed to have no meaning here. A breath became extremely long, and a thousand years only took a moment.

The sword spirit was born too quickly, and she felt that she had been waiting for a long time. This long wait made her originally clear and bright eyes reveal a trace of resentment.

"It must be because I'm too useless that the master doesn't want to take me with him."

However, the sword spirit girl's resentment was directed at herself. She almost subconsciously believed that her master abandoned her because of her weakness and incompetence.

And when the sword spirit girl began to mutter from silence, and even her resentment was about to materialize, the figure she had been longing for appeared before her again.

When the handsome young man in white appeared in front of her, the resentment on the sword spirit's face was instantly swept away, revealing a smile as bright as the rising sun. The sword spirit cheered and was about to throw herself into the young man's arms like a tired bird flying into the forest.

But before she pounced over, she saw a pretty and handsome girl, who seemed to have gathered the essence of the sun and the moon and the spirit of all things, appear beside her master. Her bright and pure aura made the sword spirit born in the blood pool feel ashamed.

"Feng Qing'an, is this the first sword you forged according to my sister's method?"

Nan Ge looked at the sword in the blood pool curiously, and then her eyes stopped at the sword spirit girl. She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she suddenly felt that the girl's appearance and even the dress she wore were somewhat similar to hers. So, the girl naturally turned her eyes to Feng Qingan.

"Correct."

Feng Qing'an looked at the sword spirit girl who had become what she is now while he was distracted, and then saw the girl Nan Ge who was standing very close to her, and suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Although these were his random thoughts, the way they were formed into human form was obviously based on what he saw and heard, so both the girl's clothes and her attire were similar to Nan Ge's.

After all, what he was thinking of at that time was a little loli with blonde hair and animal ears, and the pair of sisters he saw now must have Nan Ge's figure, which was more similar to a loli. Until now, the girl's figure has not grown up, and the passing of time and the passage of time seem to have no effect on her.

"Is she the sword spirit of this sword?"

"Correct."

Feng Qing'an had a sullen look on his face. Bringing Nan Ge here was not a good choice, but the girl clamored to see him, so Nan Ge came with him. After wandering around the human world, she found it very boring and wanted to see him.

Feng Qing'an naturally couldn't refuse, so he took her back with him and showed her the first sword he had practiced, with a bit of showing off in his mind.

"Feng Qing'an, you are amazing. None of my sister's swords have ever produced a sword spirit like this, but you actually managed to cultivate one the first time you forged a sword."

Even though she had lost her memories of her past life, the girl still possessed considerable knowledge and knew what it meant for a sword to be able to give birth to a sword spirit that was almost like a living being.

"Haha."

In front of the girl, Feng Qingan couldn't help but reveal a proud smile. Although it was due to his physique, wasn't this physique his? There was no difference.

"She looks like me, though."

"..."

The smile on Feng Qingan's face froze, but it only lasted for a moment before returning to normal.

"Maybe it's because you both look like teenage girls, so you look somewhat similar."

"Is it."

The girl smiled brightly, with no abnormality on her face, as if she really believed Feng Qingan's words. On the other side of the hall, the sword spirit that had been moving had stopped, and looked timidly at the boy and girl who looked like a perfect match.

"Nan Ge, have you encountered any interesting things while traveling in the human world these days?"

Feng Qing'an changed the subject very abruptly, but as soon as he said this, he couldn't stand it anymore.

He knew very well what the Qi State in the human world was like now. Even though Brother Nan was a congenital Yin spirit and had no memory of being a human in his previous life, in this chaotic world where demons were rampant, what interesting things could there be?

"Interesting things?"

Hearing Feng Qing'an's words, Nan Ge fell into deep thought, and began to recall what she had seen and heard since she entered the human world. Although she found it generally boring, she had encountered some special things. When Feng Qing'an asked about it, she began to recall it.

“I met a very funny person.”

"Ok?"

Feng Qing'an snorted, his eyes seemed nonchalant, but his mind was already alert at this moment.

Although he had established a contract with Nan Ge, it was impossible for him to perform the "Spirit Parasitism Technique" anytime and anywhere and project his consciousness onto Nan Ge.

Therefore, Nan Ge actually didn't know what exactly she experienced during her travels in the human world. Feng Qingan could only roughly sense that the girl had not encountered any danger from beginning to end.

Feng Qing'an was not unconcerned. Once she encountered a situation that might even cause her harm, Feng Qing'an would be able to sense it and then perform the "Spell of Deification" to bestow her many of her physical characteristics on the girl.

But now the girl said that she met a very funny person, and Feng Qingan realized that something was wrong.

Danger does not necessarily mean causing direct harm to girls, or having ulterior motives towards girls, or having some special intentions.

"He sounds like a very interesting person. How did you meet him?" Feng Qing'an asked casually. He was not in a hurry to ask whether it was a man or a woman. As long as they chatted casually, Nan Ge would naturally share everything with him.

"It wasn't that we met. I was passing by a small town while riding the wind, and he was right below. When he saw me, he brought a group of people and chased after me."

"I saw you..."

Feng Qing'an nodded thoughtfully. If Nan Ge wanted to hide, ordinary practitioners would not be able to see her existence. The guy who could see Nan Ge and catch up with her must be someone powerful.

"and then?"

"He stopped me and asked for my name."

"kindness."

Feng Qing'an nodded expressionlessly. Not far away, the sword inserted in the pool of blood was ringing slightly. Even though Feng Qing'an just casually spilled a drop of blood, the sword still established an indelible connection with him, and would even move according to his will - the reason why the sword spirit changed its appearance because of his distracting thoughts was precisely based on this.

"Did you tell him?"

"How could that be? I just made up a name, but I didn't expect him to recite a poem and even praised my name for being nice."

"What name did you make up on the spot?"

"North and South."

"That's really a sham. What kind of poem did that ignorant fellow make up?"

"The cold weather at the northern bank keeps the geese away, while the warm southern branches await the orioles."

"It sounds familiar. I seem to have heard it somewhere."

Feng Qing'an touched his chin. After all, he had studied for a few years, and with his memory, even if he had only caught a glimpse of the poem before, he would be able to recall it now if he wanted to.

"That man is quite interesting, just like the dwarfs who made people laugh so hard in the plays I watched in the palaces of the rich and powerful in the world."

"Actor? Dwarf?"

Hearing Nan Ge's praise and description of the other party, Feng Qing'an felt that there was no need for him to worry too much.

After all, Nan Ge’s initial impression of the other party has already been fixed. He is just a clown, so what’s the point of mentioning him?
"This actor who came to your door on his own, didn't cause you any trouble or bother, did he?"

Just as Feng Qingan finished speaking, Jiu Ling's voice rang beside his ears.
"Master, I found a tracking mark on the Second Madam."

"Mark?"

The depths of the boy's eyes suddenly turned cold.

It was indeed inappropriate for him to use the soul contract to determine whether the girl was in danger, because as long as the other party did not cause direct harm to Nan Ge, he would basically have no reaction.

Just like now, he only locked onto Nan Ge but didn't take any action, so he couldn't notice it. If it weren't for Jiu Ling's special existence, he probably wouldn't be able to find the person even if he was in front of him.

"Can you peel off this mark without Nan Ge noticing?"

Feng Qing'an showed a gentle smile on his face, but secretly gave instructions to the spirit of the cave.

The girl was still sharing with her the interesting things she had seen and heard in the human world, and the guy who made her feel like an actor, funny and clown, only mentioned two or three sentences, and then talked about other things that she found quite interesting.

"Small problem, leave it to me."

The spirit of the cave agreed to this simple request without even thinking about it, and patted his chest.

"good."

The expression on Feng Qing'an's face became more and more serious, but there was a deep murderous intent brewing in his eyes.

Regardless of whether it was the actor-like guy or not, the mark on Nan Ge's body meant that the ghost girl who had been wandering around in the human world had been targeted by a powerful force.

roar~
A silent soul roar sounded. Under the gaze of Feng Qing'an, whose soul power was already concentrated at this moment, a wisp of gray gas emerged, which was almost integrated with the icy power emanating from Nan Ge. It was peeled off from Nan Ge's body by the spirit of the cave, and the girl was completely unaware of it.

This is the despair that is bound to occur when the realm gap is too great. Sometimes, even if you are ambushed by someone, you don't know where the attack comes from, and you draw your sword and look around with a confused heart.

Click click click——

That wisp of gray air almost merged perfectly with the aura emitted by Nan Ge. After the gray air that did not fall on her was stripped away, it immediately turned into a gray-black skull the size of a sesame seed, with even a fainter green soul fire swaying in it.

"What can you tell?"

Although Feng Qing'an had murderous intent growing wildly in his heart at this moment, it even caused the swords in the sword pool to vibrate continuously, and they were almost about to fly out of the sword pool and fall into his hands.

"Master, this mark must have been left by a human cultivator who is very skilled in the ways of the devil. His concealment technique is very good. Even you cannot see it unless you look carefully."

"A human cultivator who is good at ghost arts? What is this?"

"A monk who enslaves and controls ghosts to practice fighting techniques."

Jiu Ling explained.

"Well, I see."

Feng Qing'an looked at the sword that was about to fly out of the blood pool. Under his gaze, the Demon-Subduing Sword suddenly regained its calm and remained motionless.

"You are too weak, and your sword is not sharp enough. Before I take you out with my own hands, you should be nurtured in the blood pool."

As he spoke, Feng Qing'an took out the things he had brought back when he left, which were the remains of the two gods he had killed.

This evil god who brought disaster to the world had no power to resist when facing Feng Qing'an who was holding the Dragon-Slaying Sword of the Gods. It was too easy for him to defeat him with just one sword.

"Nange!"

"Ok?"

The girl who was sharing her travel experience with Feng Qingan, whom he found interesting, looked up at him curiously.

"Can you stay with me during this time? Or you can stay with your sister."

While talking to the girl, Feng Qingan's cold thoughts were also echoing in the consciousness of the cave spirit.

"Can we use this mark to trace back to the past?"

(End of this chapter)