The only beast master in the world of immortality.

Chapter 309 Old things happen again
"Who are you?"

Hearing Feng Qing'an speak, the many geniuses who were originally discussing how to temporarily trap the Lord of the Ghost Country, or slightly hinder his actions, all cast their eyes on Feng Qing'an. A young man with a jade-like face and a romantic air, looked at Feng Qing'an.

Because Feng Qing'an was brought by Hua Qingyu, the true disciple of Xingxiu Dao, no one questioned whether he was suspicious, but no one asked too many questions either. After just a quick glance, they no longer paid attention to him, as they put the important matters first.

The main reason is that Feng Qingan's appearance at the moment makes it really hard for people to want to make friends with him. Although he has an upright figure and sharp facial features, his steps are unsteady and his face is pale and blue.

Hua Qingyu was ignorant and thought that Feng Qingan was seriously injured and lost blood and energy while dealing with a ghost king. However, most of the geniuses present were men, so how could they not see why Feng Qingan was like that?

This was clearly caused by indulging in beauty and wasting too much energy. Although cultivators were not shy about this, any cultivator with decent consciousness would know how to exercise restraint and would never torture themselves to such an extent.

Feng Qingan was like this. Even if he was a disciple of Xingxiu Dao, the people present basically regarded him as an insignificant person. What achievements could he make if he could not resist a beautiful woman while practicing Taoism?
Only Jin Wuying, the master of the Void Innocence, who had truly witnessed Feng Qing'an's vision, was a little surprised. However, he did not expect that Feng Qing'an would say something earth-shattering, saying that all their plans and calculations were in vain.

"Nanhua Continent, an unknown cultivator, Feng Qing'an."

Feng Qing'an knew that he looked a little ugly now, like a dissolute dandy, but things had come to this point and there was no way back, so he remained calm and bowed.

"Rogue cultivator?"

The young man who asked the question sneered immediately, and instead of looking at Feng Qing'an, he looked at Hua Qingyu, the disciple of Xingxiu Dao who had brought him in.

"Hua Zhenchuan, where did you find this guy? He is too dishonest. He is already here, but he is still trying to hide things from us."

"I have never seen a casual cultivator with a physique like yours."

A seemingly young child with fuzz still on his cheeks spoke with a clear voice, just like a child's.

Their reaction was the same as Hua Qingyu and Jin Wuying when they first met Feng Qingan, even though Feng Qingan was covered with the Hun Tian Jade.

However, based on the impact of his gestures on the surrounding objects and the flow of surrounding spiritual energy, one can still roughly determine what level he is at.

Even if there is a secret treasure and magical power covering it up, as long as you are still breathing, absorbing and refining the surrounding spiritual energy, or even just walking, it will inevitably have an impact on the surrounding things. The impact and changes caused to the surroundings can be used for inference, and the truth can be seen in the details.

Even though Feng Qing'an looked like a playboy who indulged himself in excessive sexual activities, the inspiration that naturally flowed into his body while he walked could not be deceived.

Just like those martial arts barbarians, when they first started to strengthen their bodies, those who could eat more than their peers must have better talents. If after practicing martial arts, they still chewed their food slowly like a lady from a noble family, it would be difficult for such people to achieve success in martial arts.

Monks eat cloud and air, so naturally they will not compete with others to eat more than those crude and savages. The amount of spiritual energy they can absorb and exhale with each breath can reflect a monk's realm and talent for cultivation.

A cultivator with a high realm and outstanding talent can pretend to be weak in cultivation and poor in qualifications, but the reverse is impossible, as the weak cannot pretend to be strong.

"He didn't lie to you. He is indeed a casual cultivator with a great talent for cultivation. But unfortunately, his luck was a little off and he took the wrong path."

Hua Qingyu didn't think twice and stood in front of Feng Qingan to endorse him. She was the one who brought the person here. These guys were questioning Feng Qingan, and they were also questioning her.

"Good talent for cultivation? How good?"

It would have been fine if Hua Qingyu hadn't said anything, but as a true disciple of the Xingxiu Dao, he praised the extraordinary talent of a person who no one had ever seen before, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

A woman with a cold face, as if carved from black ice, spoke. Her sharp eyes fell on Feng Qingan like a sword, making his cheek hurt.

This female genius did not have much goodwill towards him. Feng Qingan could sense that there seemed to be some contempt in the depths of her eyes.

But Feng Qingan could understand it, because he looked like a drunkard who had no self-control. In this situation, it was normal to be despised.

"Anyone who can be praised by Hua Zhenchuan must be extremely talented and must be a first-class Taoist from a major immortal sect. I wonder if you can let me see him and broaden my horizons."

The elegant young man, with his hair tied up with a jade hairpin and wearing a white robe over a green shirt, looked at Feng Qing'an with a smile, as if he was expecting something, but also seemed to be being sarcastic, making it difficult to guess his attitude.

"Feng Qing'an, show your pulse. Don't be polite. Let these arrogant guys see what a true genius is."

Hua Qingyu also looked at Feng Qingan, with a hint of interest in watching the fun.

"If you want to communicate with these guys on an equal footing, you have to show your talent, otherwise they won't take what you say seriously."

Almost at the same time, Hua Qingyu's voice rang in Feng Qing'an's ears. This was a telepathic message that only he could hear.

"Ok, I know."

Feng Qing'an immediately understood that as a newcomer, if he wanted to enter the circle of Taoist geniuses, he must have the qualifications to have an equal dialogue with them.

This qualification is neither their background in the sect, nor the skills they practice, nor the magical weapons in their hands, but their natural physique and talent that enable them to surpass their fellow practitioners and stand at the forefront of their generation.

How can a monk's talents and qualifications be demonstrated?

For cultivators who have already opened up immortal veins, nothing can prove themselves more simply and directly than the strange phenomena that evolved when the immortal veins were opened up.

The evolution of strange phenomena not only depends on the innate physique of a cultivator, but also on the cultivator's acquired efforts. There are cultivators who are born with mortal bodies, but through the accumulation of the Qi Condensation Realm, they can evolve pulses of the top three grades, or even the first grade.

The reason why geniuses are geniuses is not only because their starting point at birth crushes most people, more importantly, their acquired efforts also surpass countless cultivators in the world.

Netherworld
Feng Qing'an was extremely confident about the immortal phenomena he had cultivated with the "Six Yin Netherworld Immortal Scripture", because before him, even the founder of the immortal scripture, and even the later founder of the Yinhun Sect, might not have been able to cultivate the first-grade pulse phenomena.

However, he was able to cultivate immortal items with this method, surpassing all the cultivators who had practiced this method. This is definitely a peak that the latecomers of this method will never be able to surpass.

After all, who among the cultivators who have the qualifications to cultivate immortal products and phenomena would practice such an evil immortal scripture? That would destroy one's own future. Only a guy like him who already has immortality and does not take his lifespan seriously would act so recklessly. The gray-black mist quietly appeared around Feng Qing'an. In the small Qiankun formation that seemed to contain Mount Sumeru in a mustard seed, the golden dragon and jade phoenix on the carved beams and painted buildings, the mighty Suan Ni on the purple gold incense burner, the Immortal Tuotao in the eight-fold jade screen... the many treasures filled with clear air and mysterious light were suddenly covered with a layer of shadow.

The immortal beasts turned ferocious, and the kind-looking Fulu immortal also turned sinister. This small world independent of the ghost town suddenly turned into an evil land, more dangerous than the streets of the ghost town where thousands of ghosts roamed.

"Hua Qingyu, who did you bring back?"

The child-like monk was frightened and screamed loudly, but with a slight wave of his chubby little hand, a bright golden string appeared in his hand, with fairy light filling the air, and it danced around his body like a dragon or a snake.

"Ghost cultivator?"

The female cultivator, who seemed to be transformed from an ice soul, slightly frowned and slightly opened her thin pink lips. A ray of mysterious light flew out and turned into a crystal clear ice jade flying sword, which hung at her side, sprinkling bits of ice crystal jade chips. She was otherworldly and out of this world, like a sword immortal who had descended to the earth.

"Are you a human or a ghost?"

The young genius who originally had an unfathomable smile on his face could no longer smile at this moment. His expression was tense and solemn. He reached into his sleeve and took out a strange-looking jade cover with flashes of fire inside. A faint dragon roar could be heard from it.

"What are you doing? Do you want to start a fight right under the nose of that ghost fairy? Isn't this what you asked to see? This is the vision that Feng Qingan created!"

Hua Qingyu was also shocked by the strange vision shown by Feng Qingan. When Feng Qingan showed it to them for the first time, it was not as spectacular as it is now.

The only thing he was mentally prepared for was the Void Heavenly Truth, which had already disappeared into the void and no one knew where it was hiding, but this guy was also quite frightened.

He knew that Feng Qing'an was very extraordinary and had hidden a lot, but he did not expect that he could be so terrifying. This was the gathering place that a group of geniuses had jointly arranged.

Because they were in the netherworld kingdom of ghosts and immortals, they put a lot of thought into it, even considering the worst-case scenario, leaving a certain amount of time for them to have the opportunity to use hidden means to escape.

But this home ground they prepared for themselves has become extremely unfamiliar at this moment. Although the original arrangements can still be felt, it seems to be separated by an extremely long distance and difficult to touch.

“This is not a vision that humans can cultivate!”

The young monk holding the flaming stone shield in his hand stared at Feng Qing'an. If there was anything wrong, he would smash the stone shield in his hand away.

However, although he was extremely wary of Feng Qing'an, there was one thing he had to admit, and that was that the quality of the pulse this guy had cultivated was indeed ridiculously high, and it could not be covered by simple first or second grades. This was probably the immortal quality he had always dreamed of.

"So, when I told you that Feng Qingan had taken the wrong path, you didn't listen to me?"

Seeing that these guys had taken out all the immortal weapons and secret treasures bestowed by their elders, Hua Qingyu was a little annoyed. A ray of starlight rose from her head, and then slowly unfolded, turning into an incomparable brilliant picture.

A vast and majestic aura suddenly blew towards him. It was an endless and vast dark starry sky with stars shining in it, eternal and immortal.

"I'm warning you, Feng Qing'an is the first disciple I have chosen. If any of you dare to hurt him, I will fight you to the death!"

The girl's long golden hair dances under the starlight. She stands under the eternal starry sky, her whole body shining and emitting a powerful and imposing aura.

The three monks, including the young monk, looked at the starry sky scroll hanging above the girl's head. They consciously put away the immortal weapons and treasures in their hands and paid attention to more noteworthy things.

"Founding disciple?"

Although Feng Qing'an had only "small" demonstration of his talent, the many geniuses present at the moment, looking at Feng Qing'an, whose face was still pale and whose blood was extremely depleted, and whose changes were not big compared to just now, had completely different looks in their eyes.

"What do you mean?"

The female cultivator, who seemed to be carved out of ten thousand year old black ice, frowned and realized something.

"Look, you've seen it too. What Feng Qing'an is practicing now is not the way we humans should practice, so he has decided to disperse his skills and start over, and has also accepted me as his master!"

The blonde girl saw that under her "tyrannical power", these many geniuses finally stopped their overreactions and were able to listen to her obediently. She immediately put her hands on her hips with a little pride and swore to them that she owned Feng Qing'an.

"Disperse your energy and start over!?"

The monk, who looked like a ten-year-old child in both dress and appearance, exclaimed and looked at Feng Qing'an with a bit more admiration in his eyes.

"Do you really plan to do this?"

"I do have the intention of disbanding my skills and starting over, but I haven't decided to join the Xingxiu Dao yet."

Feng Qing'an conveniently put away the Netherworld, and then corrected the remarks of a certain guy with evil intentions who was trying to fish in troubled waters and get away with it.

"Feng Qing'an, I have defended you so much, but you are not grateful and would have worshipped me as your master on the spot, but you actually embarrassed me. I will never help you again next time."

When Hua Qingyu saw the young man who was ruthlessly sabotaging her, her face suddenly fell. She put away the starry sky scroll above her head in annoyance, crossed her arms across her chest, and walked aside angrily, looking like she didn't want to pay any attention to him.

"I have made the wrong choice once, how can I make the same mistake again? Cultivating and seeking the truth is not a joke."

Feng Qing'an had a serious expression. Although he had already obtained eternity and immortality and theoretically had unlimited opportunities for trial and error, he could not expose this to others.

"Fellow Daoist Feng is right. For all of us who practice cultivation and seek the truth, we can only go further if we choose the most suitable path. If you choose a dead end or a dead end like you have done now, you still have a chance to repent, but most of the cultivators in this world cannot choose again."

Hearing what Feng Qing'an said, the monk in white robes with green shirts' eyes lit up. He was no longer indifferent and resistant as before, but became quite enthusiastic.

(End of this chapter)