The only beast master in the world of immortality.

Chapter 306: The King's Great Mind

"You react pretty quickly. How long has it been since you found me?"

Feng Qing'an actually looked down at the Green-skinned Ghost King whose body was trembling at his feet.

This was the shortest ghost king Feng Qing'an had ever seen. He was no more than five feet tall, thin and shriveled, even skinny, with an ugly head that had disproportionately large facial features.

This guy was like a clown on the stage, one of those dwarf actors who entertained the dignitaries in the secular world. Feng Qingan found it hard to imagine that Donghuang would actually grant powers similar to those of the Imperial Guard to such an ugly creature.

Although none of the ghost kings in the underworld are good-looking, all of them have hideous looks and ferocious spirits, and their appearance alone can scare people to death.

However, although these ghost kings are ferocious, they are also tall, mighty and powerful, but the guy in front of him is simply incredibly ugly.

However, Feng Qing'an also knew that this guy's appearance was a deliberate disguise. After all, as a dignified Ghost King, even if he was not talented enough, as long as he showed his true form, he would be at least a hundred feet tall. How could he appear so short and ugly?

Practicing the way of immortality step by step can constantly change one's own innate qualities, and even transform the mortal body into an immortal. Although the practice of ghosts is half the effort with twice the results compared to the practice of humans, it can also change the soul and body and gradually transform.

The reason why this green-skinned ghost king looks so ugly is largely due to the fact that he did it on purpose. Of course, it may also be due to the influence of his innate magical powers, so he gave up his appearance and chose magical powers.

"Your Highness, I started looking for you only after I had completed all the tasks ordered by the king. After I learned where you were, I hurried over to see you."

The Green-skinned Ghost King was trembling with fear. He was extremely angry when he first learned that one of his descendants was killed in the street. However, after he investigated and inquired about the matter, he began to tremble with fear.

After all, the number of living people in this ghost town can be counted on one's fingers, and basically, they are not people that the ghost kings can afford to provoke.

"Greetings? Aren't you here to seek revenge? I am the enemy who killed your son. Is it appropriate for you to behave like this now?"

Feng Qing'an looked at the green-skinned ghost king in front of him with a smile, but there was no warmth in his eyes. The black cat with golden pupils squatting on his shoulder sensed Feng Qing'an's intention. Although it wanted to rebel, it jumped down from his shoulder when it saw the delicious thing in front of it that it seemed it could taste a few bites of.

Like the rotation of the sun and the moon, like the alternation of day and night, when the black cat landed, the black color on its body all shrank into its eyes. When its four legs stepped on the ground, the originally petite and somewhat cute black cat had turned into a majestic, murderous white tiger with black eyes.

roar~
The white tiger let out a low growl, stretched out its blood-red tongue, licked the corner of its mouth, and circled around the green-skinned ghost king who was crawling on the ground. The greed and malice in its eyes were undisguised. Although there was a huge gap between the two, as a descendant of a holy beast, it looked at the ghost king as if he were looking at food.

"Your Highness, I failed to teach my son well and let this evil creature bump into you on the street and offend your dignity. It deserves death, and yet you, Your Highness, have to do it yourself."

The Green-skinned Ghost King's posture can be described as humble even to the dust. There is not a trace of the arrogance and majesty of a ghost king on him. There is only the fawning and obsequiousness similar to that of the eunuchs who serve the emperor in secular dynasties.

"To die in your hands is the greatest honor in its life."

"That's true, but how can you make me believe that you don't hold a grudge or seek revenge?"

Feng Qing'an stood in front of the Ghost King, whose offspring he had killed, and made harsh, rude and arrogant demands.

Let a father prove to the murderer of his son that he has no thoughts or intentions of revenge.

"You are the husband of the king. How dare I offend your majesty?"

"That's it?"

Feng Qing'an chuckled. What he believed in was that when you are out, either don't cause trouble, or if you do cause trouble, you must deal with it thoroughly and thoroughly, cut the root of the problem and never leave any future troubles.

Just like the young master of the Yinhun Sect who had taken a fancy to Nan Ge and had a conflict with him, in order to eliminate future troubles, he spent more than half a year destroying all the sect forces behind him and eliminating all hidden dangers.

"Your Highness, I have thirty-nine sons and forty-seven daughters. The one you killed was just the most useless son of mine. How could I seek revenge on you because of such a useless son?"

The dwarf-like green-skinned ghost king raised his head and explained carefully. The reason he gave was well-reasoned, but Feng Qingan's face was indifferent and ruthless at the moment, and he only uttered two words,
"not enough."

"I……"

"The assurance given by words is the most feeble and powerless thing in this world."

"Please wait a moment, Your Highness."

After hearing Feng Qing'an's words, the Green-skinned Ghost King fell silent, and then after getting Feng Qing'an's permission, he turned into a wisp of green smoke and left.

Within half a minute, a thick green smoke poured into the house located in the capital of the Ghost Kingdom from outside. The moment it landed, several extremely ugly ghosts rolled down.

The shriveled and thin bodies and the deformed facial features that are disproportionate to the heads, all of these reveal the relationship between these ghosts and the Green-skinned Ghost King who has returned.

"Your Highness, these are my offspring. Please allow me to present them to you now. Whatever you do with them has nothing to do with me."

The Green-skinned Ghost King didn't dare to stand in front of Fellow Daoist Feng, and just knelt down and kowtowed.

"Jun Yan!"

Feng Qingan stared at the ghost king for a long time without saying anything. Instead, he looked at the ghosts who were crying and hugging each other, not knowing what to do with themselves, and shouted,
Roar!
The black-eyed white tiger let out an angry roar and opened his mouth to suck, then two ghosts huddled together fell into his mouth. However, this ferocious beast, whose appetite had long been aroused, did not even chew the ghosts and swallowed them whole into his stomach.

"I feed them to my pet. Do you think so?"

Feng Qing'an looked at the green-skinned evil ghost, which was still crawling on the ground. It was indifferent to the screams of its offspring, just like a clay puppet.

"Is your pet satisfied with the taste? Your pet can only eat these, but it can still protect it. If it is not enough, I can go back and catch some more."

The green-skinned evil ghost raised its head, but the words that came out of its mouth made even the black-eyed white tiger, who was drooling at its mouth, glance sideways and carefully look at this extremely unusual ghost king.

"So be it!"

Feng Qing'an stared at the dwarf ghost king who looked like he was there for entertainment, then turned around and left.

Although the ghosts in the underworld do not have the human sense of propriety, righteousness, and even basic moral values, and follow the primitive concept of the survival of the fittest, they still have the most basic concept of father and son.

Ghosts that can condense physical flesh and blood can also reproduce with each other. However, few ghosts will do this because every time they give birth to offspring, the mother is weakened.

"Your Highness, walk slowly!"

When Feng Qing'an's figure completely disappeared from the mansion, the Green-skinned Ghost King, who had been crawling on the ground with a humble and calm attitude, stood up.

But at this moment, the servile and fawning look on its body had disappeared, and its body, which was no more than five feet tall, showed a majestic aura like a steep mountain. Meow~
Jun Yan transformed into the appearance of a black cat again in mid-air, jumped onto Feng Qing'an's shoulder, and called out to him, but this time, it was a warning.

"I know."

Feng Qing'an's expression was also very grim. He didn't expect that Donghuang would have such a monster under his command.

The respectful attitude of being humble to the dust was real, and the respect and fear for him were also real. But it was precisely because of this that Feng Qing'an felt murderous in his heart. Even if this guy was destined to be more and more distant from him in the future, Feng Qing'an just didn't want to keep him.

"Donghuang!"

Feng Qingan broke into the palace directly and found Dong Huang who seemed to be very relaxed.

After Youhuang broke through the realm, most of the power that she had originally held tightly in her hands was delegated, so she was so leisurely.

"What's the matter?"

"Your capital is much more lively now than before. I just came back and I have encountered many things."

"Oh?"

The King of Youhuang State turned his head slightly and looked at Feng Qingan with calm eyes, waiting for him to continue speaking.

"When I first entered the city, an evil ghost who didn't know whether to live or die smelled the scent of a living person on me, and I killed it casually..."

Feng Qing'an narrated everything that had just happened to him in a very calm tone, including his contact and conversation with the two human geniuses, and of course, his contact with the Ghost King Wujiu after he got rid of the two geniuses.

"Wujiu, what a pity, it really makes me worry-free when doing things."

After listening to Feng Qing'an's description, Dong Huang sighed slightly. It was not easy to find a few ghost kings who could do things in the underworld, but since they threatened Feng Qing'an, there was nothing to say and he could just look for them slowly.

"It's a relief, but that guy is too ugly. He goes out with this appearance and claims to be following your orders. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"

Feng Qing'an couldn't help but mutter a few words.

He believed that as the ruler of a country, Donghuang should at least pay attention to her own dignity. Needless to say, her own image should be taken care of, but she should also pay attention to the appearance of her subjects.

You have to know that in the secular dynasties of mortals, nine out of ten people who can become officials are good-looking. If they are too ugly, even if they are talented in writing, they will not be hired because it will affect the image of the court.

"Well, in a few days I will select the most handsome one in my ghost country..."

"Donghuang, I was just joking, why did you take it seriously?"

Feng Qing'an coughed dryly and interrupted Dong Huang's words. It would be better to have more dwarf subordinates like this. Although even if Dong Huang selected the most powerful and handsome ghosts as his close ministers, they would not threaten his position. However, why should he let Dong Huang do such things to disgust him?

"Didn't you say that?"

"It's just a joke, don't take it seriously."

Feng Qingan looked serious.

"Okay, no more jokes. Let's get down to business first. You actually came into contact with that group of human geniuses. What are you going to do next?"

"Aren't they planning to take your treasure house? Of course I am in cahoots with them, thinking of prying open your treasure house and stealing the treasures collected by you, the Lord of the Ghost Country!"

"Don't bother, you can go now."

Dong Huang said casually.

"Ok?"

"Here, you can go anywhere without any obstacles. Even if you empty the treasure house I set up, it won't matter."

"That won't do. Aren't you making it more difficult for me? If you do that, how can I sneak into that human genius? I'm exposed as soon as I get in. How can I coexist peacefully with them?"

When Feng Qing'an heard this, he was not happy but shocked.

The so-called geniuses are those who have great luck in the human race. With so many geniuses gathered in one place, one can imagine how great their luck is. The secret place they are looking for together must not be simple. After all, he should sneak in and take a look.

In some ways, he can be considered a local boss in the underworld. Why shouldn't he get a share of the benefits when they come across them?

"So, you plan to mingle with them, unite with them, and come to deal with me?"

Donghuang narrowed his long and narrow phoenix eyes and looked at Feng Qingan.

"What nonsense are you talking about? How could I possibly join forces with outsiders to deal with you? I am only dealing with the treasure house you put out for display. They have no intention of attacking you. They are all very self-aware. They just want to kill a few more ghost kings."

The young man walked briskly towards the king who was sitting on the couch in a black robe. When the young man approached, his steps suddenly became disordered, his left foot tripped over his right foot, and suddenly he lost his balance and fell forward into the king's arms.

In an instant, Feng Qing'an felt the greatness and breadth of the king's mind, which was far beyond the reach of the young girl Nan Ge, who had not yet grown up.

"Well!"

In the refreshing and light fragrance, Feng Qing'an shamelessly rolled over and over, and couldn't help but let out a comfortable moan. Sure enough, the king without armor gave people a completely different feeling.

"Have you buried enough?"

Without allowing Feng Qing'an to do whatever he wanted to her, Youhuang crossed mountains and rivers and waved her hand, as if she had turned into a cartilaginous creature. The young man who had buried his head in her body suddenly flew into the air and was thrown by her onto the couch.

"What do you want to do?"

Feng Qing'an looked at Donghuang, who had a tall figure and crossed legs, and suddenly felt something was wrong. Just now, Donghuang's eyes were as calm as a mirror lake.

But now it was as if he had thrown a huge rock, and the ripples spread out and gradually turned into huge waves. Feng Qingan had a premonition that a great flood was about to sweep across the world, causing chaos, and he would be the first to bear the brunt of it.

(End of this chapter)