The only beast master in the world of immortality.

Chapter 289: Hundreds of Erotic Scenes
In a flash, day and night reversed, the sky lost its light, pale wandering souls filled the sky and the ground, and the bright world instantly turned into a dark death place. The two elders who had rushed over at the cost of their own lives quickly fell to the ground, trembling with fear, and knelt down to beg for mercy.

"Young Master, please calm down!"

The two elders did not suspect that Feng Qing'an was an imposter at this moment. They just thought that this was the ghost genius who appeared once in a few hundred years in the Yinhun Sect, who used his previously hidden magical powers when he was seriously injured.

After all, when he was competing with his peers, no one in the same sect could force him to use his full strength, so it was not surprising that he had some magical powers that could not be hidden.

"Calm down, you two old bastards, why did the sect send you to my side? When we encountered a powerful enemy, you ran faster than me and caused my protector to die tragically. What crime should you be punished for?"

Feng Qing'an's face was filled with rage, and the two elders quickly lowered their heads, not daring to show any sign of abnormality.

But in their hearts they are cursing wildly. They try to persuade you again and again, but you don’t listen. What else can they do?
He had provoked an existence that he shouldn't have provoked, and the protector was chopped by a sword, and he was seriously injured, but he still blamed them for running fast. What would have happened if they didn't run? It would just be two more old corpses on the ground.

"You two old losers, what are you still doing here? Come here and escort me back to the sect."

Feng Qing'an's face was sinister at this moment, and the eerie aura was like the dark sky where a violent storm was about to pour down, which was terrifying.

"Are you waiting for me to drain your blood and energy, train your souls, and then fly back with your energy restored?"

"Yes Yes."

"I will take you back to the sect right now."

Although he was still as violent and tyrannical as they remembered, the two elders breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the young master had no intention of killing them, so their lives were saved.

meow~
The two elders stood up and walked towards Feng Qing'an, preparing to take the young sect master, who had a weak breath and seemed to be in a very bad condition, back home. At this time, a lazy cat's cry that chilled one's heart rang out at an inopportune time.

The two Yuandan cultivators unconsciously looked up in the direction where the cat's cry came from, only to discover that a black cat slightly larger than a fist was squatting on the shoulder of their young master, with captivating golden eyes.

"Where did the cat come from?"

"When did the young master get a cat?"

"What kind of ferocious beast is this transformed into?"

"Could it be that the ones that the Young Master just subdued have already escaped, and they still have this much strength left?"

When the two elders saw the black cat, their minds were filled with mixed thoughts. Then, another cat's cry was heard. The two elders, who had already been looking at the black cat unconsciously, suddenly became a little dazed and their bodies swayed.

"It turns out to be Jun Yan. Look at my memory!"

"Young Sect Master was able to escape, I believe Jun Yan must have put in a lot of effort, and he deserves great credit. Young Sect Master is indeed a man of great luck. Even if he provoked an existence that he shouldn't have provoked, he was able to turn danger into safety."

At this moment, the two Yuandan cultivators looked at Jun Yan with no strange eyes, as if the golden-eyed black cat was supposed to appear on Feng Qingan's shoulder.

Feng Qing'an, who was always paying attention to the changes in the two attendant elders, saw this scene and looked down at the little black cat squatting on his shoulder and licking its pink paws.

White Tiger
The descendant of the white tiger who possessed the power of the devil would have been hacked to death by a single sword if he had not possessed the blood of the sacred beast. But even so, he was mostly crippled.

When Feng Qing'an met this little thing and asked for it from his eldest brother, the little guy had no power to resist and allowed himself to be flattened and rolled into a ball and forced into the contract.

However, even though his head was forced down, this guy refused to surrender. Feng Qing'an then threw him to the silent seventh floor of the cave. After being locked up for a while, he immediately became obedient.

The seemingly pitiful little kitten finally lowered its noble head under the pressure of reality because it felt the brothers' determination.

If it doesn't choose to surrender, it will really be imprisoned to death. As a descendant of the White Tiger, it accidentally mastered the power of the devil and had an infinitely bright future. How could it be willing to be imprisoned in a ruined cave and spend the rest of its life?

After some inner struggle, Jun Yan chose to bow his head, surrender temporarily, and give up some of his dignity in exchange for limited freedom. After escaping, he would wait for an opportunity to act.

It believes that there is no need to give up its bright future for a little useless dignity. Everything it loses now can be found back in the future when it gets rid of the shackles and constraints on its body.

"I didn't realize you had this ability."

Feng Qing'an, who was able to perfectly control everything by relying on his level of suppression, naturally knew what this seemingly weak and vulnerable kitten had just done to the two miscellaneous Dan monks.

With the omnipresent nature of the devil, it forcefully invaded their souls, inserted its own existence into their past memories, and incidentally modified the things that were wrong with its master.

"Meow~"

Hearing Feng Qing'an's sigh, the little black cat raised its head with some pride. Its current strength was indeed very weak. Judging purely by the amount of spiritual power, it was not even as good as those human Qigong practitioners who had just started practicing.

But what it possesses is the power of the Heavenly Demon. Even if it is less, it is more than enough to play with a few miscellaneous Dan monks.

"I really want to feel the horror of the power of the devil, but unfortunately, it is of no use to me, and you can't do that!"

Feng Qingan felt the kitten's smug attitude and sent a casual thought to it, and then he saw the kitten's smug expression froze.
But it only lasted for a moment, and then the little guy lowered his head as if nothing had happened and continued to lick his pink little paws. However, Feng Qingan could clearly feel that the little guy's four paws were clenched tightly, and the sharp claws hidden in the pink pads showed signs of popping out.

However, this little guy restrained himself. With the power of the Heavenly Demon being of little use, his White Tiger bloodline was not of much use and he could still only be played around with.

"The formless demon that can cause the Buddha to fall?"

The kitten pretended to be relaxed, but it didn't know that its inner thoughts at the moment were seen through by Feng Qing'an using the soul contract. The huge gap between them meant that it had no secrets at all in front of Feng Qing'an.

"Very good, you should work hard in this direction, but you must not fall behind in the cultivation of the White Tiger bloodline. Once the balance between gods and demons is lost and you become a true demon, I'm afraid I will have to kill you. My eldest brother will not be able to accept your existence."

Feng Qing'an spoke the most horrifying things with the gentlest thoughts. The little black cat, who had been pretending to be relaxed and natural, suddenly had its hair stand up and turned into a small fur ball, looking extremely cute.

"Young Master, does Jun Yan sense any danger?"

Seeing the kitten's fur suddenly stand up, the two elders who were nearby suddenly became nervous. In the memories that were forcibly implanted in them by the Heavenly Demon White Tiger, Jun Yan was of the bloodline of the Blood Evil Black Tiger, a ferocious beast that could devour ghosts and had extremely sharp spiritual perception.

"Nothing, I'm just teasing it. Come here, both of you, and carry the sedan chair for me."

Feng Qingan waved his hand and took out a blood sedan chair.

Even though there was no one around, the blood sedan with hundreds of ferocious ghosts on it still stood in the air, eerie and spooky. The skulls hanging from the four corners swayed gently, making strange noises. On the door curtain made of some kind of animal leather, many faces appeared, men, women, young and old, all different, making silent roars.

"Yes." Even though the blood sedan was so eerie and terrifying, the two accompanying elders did not react at all. They walked to the front and back of the blood sedan respectively, and waited for Feng Qing'an to get on the sedan with a respectful attitude.

After Feng Qing'an saw that there was indeed nothing abnormal with the two Miscellaneous Dan cultivators, he waved his hand and put away the strange phenomenon of the Netherworld. The two old guys didn't even realize that it was a strange phenomenon and even mistakenly thought it was a ghostly magical power.

"Return to the clan!"

Feng Qing'an suppressed his nausea and boarded the blood sedan. However, after he lifted the curtain that was filled with ominousness and malice, he discovered a different world inside. Although it was still the uncomfortable blood-red color, it had an extremely intoxicating fragrance.

"Build the bridge!"

Two Zadan monks lifted the blood sedan, which turned into a blood-red mysterious light and soared into the sky. Feng Qingan, who was sitting in it, did not even notice any shaking.

"I really enjoy it."

After taking a look at the furnishings in the blood sedan, Feng Qing'an turned his attention to the Yinhun Sect that was about to arrive. Although he had seen it countless times in his memory as the disguised young sect master, it was nothing compared to seeing it with his own eyes.

"Young Sect Master, we are about to return to the sect."

Passing over towering mountains, the blood sedan crashed into an invisible barrier. Rich spiritual energy with a slightly chilly feel rushed towards them, and a vast sea of ​​clouds appeared before their eyes.

"This is the Yinhun Sect?!"

Feng Qing'an pulled aside the curtain of the sedan chair and looked down at the vast, turbulent sea of ​​clouds. The jagged mountains of varying heights were like archipelagos in the sea, dotted around the endless sea of ​​clouds.

"A sect with only three human immortals has grown to such a large scale. If a celestial immortal was in charge, how magnificent would it be?"

The young man looked down at the rare and exotic animals flying through the sea of ​​clouds, as well as the endless flow of mysterious sword energy, and could not help but sigh.

"Young Master, do you want to go back to the cave?"

At this time, a respectful old voice came from the front. It was the elder who had become a sedan bearer who was asking questions.

"If I don't go to the cave, where else do you think I can go? To see my mean and ungrateful father? To let him laugh at me?"

A cold voice sounded, and the elder who was carrying the sedan chair couldn't help but sweat on his forehead.

"I'll take you back to the cave now."

Feng Qing'an, whose voice was icy, breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He had just passed the mountain protection formation safely. His previous worries were totally unnecessary.

Those human immortals simply don't have time. Even if one of them values ​​the young sect master, it doesn't mean he can see him at any time. Not to mention that they won't care about him or even ask him about his behavior when he goes out.

The path of earthly immortals that human immortals pursue is to avoid disasters and evil spirits and prolong life by various means. Who would have the time to pay attention to the affairs of the sect? As for worldly affairs, they will not pay the slightest attention to them.

Therefore, the only person he needed to deal with was his father, the sect master. Fortunately, because his father was obsessed with the power of the sect and ignored him pretending to be the young sect master, the two did not have a good relationship. After entering the sect, Feng Qing'an could go straight back to the cave without having to pay attention to anyone.

Under the awed gazes of countless disciples below, the blood sedan transformed into a ray of mysterious light and rushed straight into the depths of the sea of ​​clouds. It finally landed in a complex of buildings built on a steep cliff, and landed on a bronze platform extending from the cliff.

"Master, you are finally back. I missed you so much!"

"You haven't favored me for a long time. Would you like to favor me first today?"

"I'm so hungry! Master, you should feed me!"

"Today the master is mine, no one of you can snatch it from me!"

"Slut, you dare to compete with me for the master?!"

The blood sedan had just landed when wisps of soul smoke surged out from the palace built on the steep cliffs, landed on the bronze platform, and transformed into one stunning ghost after another, each with their own unique temperament.

When Feng Qing'an walked out of the blood sedan, many ghost girls rushed forward and blocked Feng Qing'an in the middle, fighting for the position. In the dark, there was a flash of magic and supernatural power, causing chaos on the calm bronze platform.

"Young Master, please let us take our leave."

Seeing this scene full of charming feelings, which seemed to be evolving into a picture of a hundred scenes from a pornographic palace, the two elders looked at each other with their eyes and noses, and consciously took the initiative to say goodbye to Feng Qing'an.

"Well, get out!"

Feng Qingan opened his arms and hugged the four screaming ghost girls into his arms, waving one hand impatiently.

"We won't disturb the young master's leisure."

Seeing that the young sect leader was surrounded by a group of beautiful girls, the two elders smiled at each other, then turned into light and left without staying here for long.

"Master, during the time you were away, I worked hard to practice my flute skills. I will play it for you later."

"What do you mean by that? I have learned the art of horse riding and can satisfy you, my master!"

"I have learned the art of flower arrangement and jade playing..."

In the cold breath like orchid, Feng Qing'an, like a dissolute young man obsessed with the beauty of ghosts, led a group of gorgeous ghosts into a bronze palace.

As soon as they entered the palace, many ghost girls undressed, revealing their beautiful curves and charms, just to make Feng Qingan's gaze stay for a moment.

Clang!

A high-pitched phoenix cry that had been suppressed for a long time was heard, and an ice-blue phoenix rushed out from the body of the young man with a sinister look. It swept through the palace with an overwhelming pressure that was like the sky and the sea, and was about to crush these ignorant ghosts into ashes.

"It is not necessary to do so unless the crime is punishable by death."

Seeing that the Xuanhuang Secret Seal was about to crush all these ghosts, Feng Qing'an hurriedly tried to stop it. It was not that he was reluctant to part with these gorgeous ghosts, but these ghosts were an important embellishment of his current disguise.

(End of this chapter)