The only beast master in the world of immortality.

Chapter 294: Asking the Ancestor to Die
The bluebird that was singing loudly on the spiritual branch fell, and the white deer that was chirping softly among the jade grass fell to the ground.

A mighty and gloomy wind swept across the mountains, dispersing the lively vitality and extinguishing the auspicious aura of the rosy clouds. The sacred flowers and rare grasses became dilapidated and withered. The paradise that was originally hard to find in the world was, in just a moment, wiped out all life. It was hard to find any living things. It was miserable in the extreme.

"Young Master, why did you destroy my cave?"

The mysterious light shot up into the sky and transformed into a young man in brocade clothes with sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes and a sharp temperament. Small crystal bone swords, about a foot long, danced around him like swimming fish.

"Since you have seen me traveling, why don't you come forward and greet me?"

Feng Qingan asked casually, leaning against the back of Heishan. There were two stunning ghosts on both sides of his face, massaging his shoulders and legs, and he exuded the temperament of a dissolute dandy.

"Because I didn't show my courtesy?"

The young man in black clenched his hands behind his back. What did this young sect leader think of him?

"What? You don't accept it? You are just a true disciple, yet you dare to disrespect me. I will punish you slightly to serve as a warning to others. Otherwise, if everyone does the same as you, where will the face of me, the young master, be?"

Feng Qing'an glanced at the young man lazily, but it was just a casual glance. The three hundred ghost soldiers in front and behind Luo's carriage also cast gloomy and dead eyes at him.

Not only these ghost soldiers, but also the demon wolves that were pulling his chariot and surrounding him were looking at him with malicious eyes. Of course, the most important thing was the Black Mountain that he was leaning on behind him.

The demon king's gaze!
Even though the young man was filled with rage, he had to suppress his anger when facing a demon king, because he knew that if he made the slightest move, he would end up like Pei Zhenchuan the previous month.

The true disciple who returned from the human world had his cultivation destroyed on the spot by the traveling young sect master just because he did not avoid in time. Even the nine-child ghost mother who he had worked so hard to feed was captured and turned into ashes by the dark thunder.

At that time, the Nine-Child Ghost Mother, who was coveted by many elders, let out a shrill scream under the cover of thunder, echoing throughout half of the sect.

But no one stood up to persuade and stop it at that time. Everyone watched helplessly as the true disciple, who had a promising future, had his cultivation destroyed by the young sect leader. He even claimed that it was to temper his will. Even the Nine-Child Ghost Mother, who had been raised by slaughtering countless cities, was also ruined.

He also saw the scene at that time, but he chose to remain silent. Now, almost the same thing happened to him, and it was even more excessive than before.

Because he stayed in his own cave and didn't go anywhere, he was still found by the young sect leader who had become increasingly eccentric and tyrannical in recent days.

The reason was that I saw him but did not go up to greet him!

Did they treat him as a flatterer? He was a true disciple of the Yinhun Sect, and they dared to humiliate him like this! This was too much!
But just like when Pei Zhenchuan's cultivation was abolished and the Nine-Child Ghost Mother was blasted to death by the Yin Thunder, no one spoke out at that time, and no one speaks up for him now.

"It is my fault that I failed to pay my respects to the Young Sect Master in time. The Young Sect Master was right to punish me. I hope that the Young Sect Master will be magnanimous and forgive me this time. Next time I see the Young Sect Master, I will pay my respects to him in time and will not dare to neglect him."

The tragic situation of his fellow disciple was still vivid in his mind, and looking at the support of the young sect leader, his reason was frantically warning him not to do anything out of line, and he must not do what he wanted and must swallow this anger.

"Are you admitting your mistake to me?"

Feng Qing'an continued to look at people with sidelong glances, and his contempt was almost undisguised.

"Exactly."

The young man in brocade clothes lowered his head, not wanting to let the young master see the rage that was almost uncontrollable in his eyes, and the murderous intent that was growing madly.

"Words are the most feeble and powerless thing in this world. If you want me to let you go just by saying a few words, it would be too easy. If the price of offending me is so low, and everyone in this sect follows suit, I will still lose face."

Feng Qing'an seemed not to notice the bald hills below and spoke frivolously and with full of joking.

"Or what does the Young Master want me to do?"

The young man in brocade clothes almost gritted his teeth and asked word by word. An old voice had already sounded in his ears. It was his great grandfather who became the elder of the sect, telling him to bow his head and admit his mistakes, apologize, and not to entangle with the young sect master.

"I heard that you were lucky and had some adventures while traveling, and learned a set of sword techniques. These flying swords of yours were forged using the techniques in that set of sword techniques, right? Give me the sword techniques, and I will spare you this time."

Feng Qing'an looked at the flying sword that was swimming like a fish beside the young man and said with a smile.

He is also practicing swordplay now. Although he doesn't practice much, the quality is quite good. He wants to compare and see how much better the sword he makes is than others.

"You want my "Xuan Yin Sword Canon"?"

The young man in brocade clothes suddenly raised his head. At this moment, he finally understood why the young master picked him. It turned out that he was not angry for no reason, but was attracted by his sword skills. But the way he ate was really too ugly.

"Why, you don't want to? Well, if you don't want to, I'll take it myself. I'll extract your soul, and it's the same if I search your soul."

Feng Qing'an still had no intention of getting up, but the ghost soldiers in front and behind the carriage had already slowly surrounded him.

"give him!"

An anxious old voice sounded beside his ear, urging him constantly.

"Young Sect Master, you are forcibly seizing the opportunity of your fellow sect member. Aren't you afraid of being punished by the sect rules for such an act?"

Even though the elders scolded him harshly, the young man was unwilling to bow his head. He was also considered a half-sword cultivator. If he retreated again and again today, how would he use the sword in the future?
"Sect rules? Do you know who my father is? Do you know who my ancestors are? You actually want to use the sect rules to suppress me? These rules are used to restrain people like you. You actually want these things to work on me, hahahaha!"

Feng Qingan laughed loudly, which made the young man in brocade clothes in front of him look pale.

"Young Sect Master, do you think the sect rules are nothing? The rules of the Yinhun Sect are meaningless in your eyes?"

"No, of course not. How could it be meaningless? But you have to understand one thing. What I say is the rule of Yinhun Sect, the sect rules."

Feng Qing'an rejected it immediately. He had wanted to speak for a long time before this extremely bastard playboy made the comment, but he had never found the chance in the mortal world. Now that he had infiltrated the Yinhun Sect, he finally had the chance to speak out.

"you……"

The young man in brocade clothes was shocked and angry, and was speechless for a while.

"Forget it, I brought it upon myself." Feng Qing'an stretched lazily, yawned, and sat up from the carriage. At this moment, endless dark clouds spread out from his body, and cold and gloomy energy surged and spread, covering the whole area.

"Young Sect Master, please show mercy. This is the sword technique that my great-grandson accidentally discovered, the 'Xuan Yin Sword Canon'. I hope you will accept it with a smile and be magnanimous and spare him this time."

An old man came hurriedly, he was a cultivator in the Jindan stage, but he was not one of those mixed pills that had no hope at all, but a middle third grade. Although he had a one in ten thousand chance of becoming a human immortal, he would basically stay in this realm for the rest of his life.

"You are quite sensible, old man, but I am very dissatisfied with your great-grandson's attitude. What do you think we should do?"

Feng Qing'an took the sword-shaped jade pendant that the inner sect elder offered to him. He still had no intention of leaving and asked with a smile.

Let’s put the sword techniques aside for now. The important thing is that Feng Qing’an really enjoys the feeling of bullying men and women. He can’t act like a domineering second-generation master in other places. Only here can he relax.

"Why don't you apologize to the young master quickly!"

The old man slapped his great-grandson.

"Young Sect Master, I..."

"Stop, I've already said it, verbal apologies are meaningless, you have to take some practical action."

Feng Qingan raised his hand to stop, then looked around. When he saw the wolf pulling the cart for him, his eyes lit up and he immediately had an idea.
"How about this, if you sincerely apologize, you can pick one of my sixteen wolves that you like and replace it. Let it rest for a while, and you can take its place and lead me to inspect the sect."

"Young Master, this..."

Hearing Feng Qingan's outrageous request, the elders who came to mediate were stunned.
"Why? You want to spend time with your great-grandson too. It would be nice if you could be with your grandson."

"Grandpa, I'm sorry!"

Only a slight murmur was heard, and under Feng Qing'an's crazy stimulation, the few true disciples in the Yinhun Sect swung a bright sword light towards Feng Qing'an.

"Hahaha, this time you're being nice, Heishan. You don't have to kill him. Just let him pull my rickshaw for me. I also want to try driving a rickshaw."

Before the sword energy could reach him, it was dispersed by the claws that Heishan stretched out. The black wolf that served as a cushion for Feng Qing'an stood up, and the demonic energy that seemed to be real turned into thunder and fire that gushed out. In an instant, it seemed as if the clouds covered the sun.

boom--

Along with several flying broken swords, a figure drew a slanted straight trajectory like a meteor, and finally crashed into a mountain outside the gate.

"Young Sect Master, please have mercy on me. I am willing to pull the cart for you. Please spare my young and ignorant great-grandson."

Upon seeing the Black Mountain Demon King reveal his true form, the inner sect elders, who were obviously at the same level as him, could not muster the slightest desire to resist. They just knelt down in the air with trembling bodies and kowtowed to Feng Qing'an.

"If you really want him to live, bring him here and put these chains on him."

Feng Qing'an casually hooked a flying sword that had just broken off but was intercepted by him. His fingers slid across the blunt edge of the sword. His eyes were slightly narrowed, but he still smiled, looking very talkative.

"Yes, I will go and bring my good-for-nothing great-grandson here. I hope Young Sect Master will not bother with him."

"Then hurry up and go."

Feng Qing'an waved his hands impatiently. After just a slight sense, he knew that the evil ways were always evil ways and he could not have the slightest sympathy for them. No matter how he tortured them, it would not be excessive because it was nothing compared to what they had done in the mortal world.

An inner sect elder who had no spirit at all, and a true disciple who was crippled by a single blow from the demon king, both the old and the young were put in shackles, and together with the other demon wolves, they pulled the chariot for Feng Qing'an.

Such an arrogant and domineering scene was seen by all the disciples who were looking up at the sky at this moment. Many elders looked at Feng Qingan's parade carriage with completely different eyes.

Awe, fear, yearning, worry... Feng Qing'an, who was able to feel all kinds of emotions by mobilizing the power of the devil, was in a very bad mood, because no one thought that there was anything wrong with his appearance and support at the moment. Everyone thought it was natural that he had replaced the young sect leader.

However, there is still a huge flaw, because in this sect, there are three most important people whose memories have not been tampered with. This is the biggest flaw. As long as one of them comes out and compares the memories with those of the sect's disciples, he will be able to find the difference and realize the problem.

"Human Immortal!"

Feng Qing'an, riding on the carriage, looked towards the sect and the mountain pillars that reached into the sky, his eyes full of amusement.

Human greed is endless. At first, he just wanted to keep it a secret. Now he is thinking about how to get rid of these three human immortals. After all, their existence and their memories that have not been tampered with are his biggest flaws.

As a human immortal, once he discovered that his memory was different from that of his disciples, he would never suspect that there was something wrong with him.

"I remember that quite a number of monks love to explore the mysteries..."

He considered the means in his hands that could threaten the human immortal, or even cause his death, assuming Donghuang did not take action.

The spirit of the cave!

Feng Qing'an immediately considered this guy. Although his combat power was greatly restricted by the terrain, this guy couldn't get out. Couldn't he trick those human immortals in?

As for how to deceive the immortal, Feng Qing'an found that he had ready-made things in his hands that he could use.

There were the ruins of the sect that had gone through thousands of years of vicissitudes and were in a dilapidated state, the flying boat that was picked up from a ruined secret realm, the Shangzhang Palace, and most importantly, the ruined cave that seemed to have no owner.

If all these were combined together, they would still not be able to tempt just a few immortals. Feng Qing'an wrote his last name backwards. He didn't believe that the old ghost, whose road was getting narrower and narrower, could withstand this temptation.

Ancient immortal ruins, suspected to contain cave remnants
I would like to ask, which immortal can withstand such temptation?
Even immortals have greed. Immortals are not greedy for gold, silver, jewelry, or worldly power, but they are greedy for immortality, for theft, and for the magical powers that can change the world.

"Well, you can also put Sen Miao in there to make it more convincing."

The sudden idea made Feng Qingan more and more excited, because he found that it was feasible.
"Wait a minute, if I activate the great formation to suppress demons and monsters, these three immortals will fall into it and there will be no way for them to survive."

(End of this chapter)