The only beast master in the world of immortality.

Chapter 311 You are the furnace of the ghost fairy

"Aren't you planning on joining the sect?"

Dong Huang continued speaking according to Feng Qing'an's words. It seemed that he was diverted by Feng Qing'an's simple words and temporarily suppressed his desire for the supreme body.

"But they have the Daluo inheritance!"

Feng Qing'an was still unclear about the true meaning of the Daluo inheritance, but he understood the simple and clear concept. The Daluo realm was superior to the celestial immortals, and knowing this was enough.

"Daluo inheritance?"

When Dong Huang heard Feng Qing'an's words, he sneered.
"Among the Celestial Immortal Dao Lords, only one in a hundred can achieve Daluo. If you want to inherit Daluo and choose a sect, you don't have to. A sect with Celestial Immortal inheritance is enough."

"Is a celestial being enough?"

“A seeker of truth can take stumbling steps at first, and can even rely on the help of others, but he must eventually learn to walk on his own. To reach a higher place, he must clear the way and forge ahead. Only in this way can he reach the highest point.”

The voice of the Lord of Youhuang was as loud as a huge bell, deafening.

“Pave your own way.”

Feng Qingan looked thoughtful.

"My father once told me that no one has ever achieved Daluo by following the old path of their predecessors. If you want to achieve Daluo, you must forge your own path."

Dong Huang did not think there was anything wrong with Feng Qingan's goal of reaching Daluo. On the contrary, she thought it was normal. What was the purpose of the reincarnation of the dignified Pure Yang Immortal King not achieving Daluo? Immortality and longevity were already in his hands.

"But I am still just a toddler. I need to learn more about the paths that my predecessors have taken. If I can refer to the Dao and Law of Daluo, perhaps I can..."

"The Dao and Law of Daluo are too strict for a celestial being. If you learn the Law from the beginning, how can you transcend it in the future? Do you want to live under the shadow of your predecessors for the rest of your life?"

"..."

Hearing Dong Huang's question, Feng Qing'an immediately understood. But he still needed to verify it, so he asked Dong Huang,
"Does the sect you originally belonged to have a Daluo inheritance?"

"Have."

"How many?"

"Eight."

"You didn't choose any of them?"

"The inheritance of the celestial being is enough."

Dong Huang repeated what he had just said, but Feng Qingan completely understood it.

Choosing a celestial immortal instead of Daluo is a manifestation of a cultivator's great ambition and lofty aspirations. Even Changsheng cannot satisfy such cultivators. Their goal is to achieve Daluo, so they will never walk on the paths opened up by other Daluo, even if those roads are wider and flatter.

"I understand."

"I understand. Where are you now?"

The King of Donghuang pointed out the direction for Feng Qingan, pointed out the problem, and then asked Feng Qingan about it again, which immediately made Feng Qingan's mind perked up.

Although he is now in the small Qiankun formation that these geniuses spent a lot of effort to set up, which is a temporary independent space, but if Dong Huang is really determined to find him, he will be found sooner or later.

At this time, Feng Qing'an suddenly realized the magic of the soul contract. He could use the soul contract to locate the creatures with whom he had established a contract at any time, but Heishan Senmiao had no way of finding him unless he got his permission.

However, Donghuang's cultivation level is too high, and there is a soul connection between them. There is a great probability that he will ignore these restrictions and directly determine his whereabouts.

"I am with many Taoist geniuses, so it is not convenient right now."

Feng Qingan racked his brains to find a reason.

Although he has recovered now, at least his legs are no longer shaking, but in this state, asking him to go back to fight again would be crazy. He could hardly hold on when he was full of energy before, and now he will surely collapse at the first touch.

It's not just that his body can't hold on, there's also an indescribable sense of frustration. It's a double torture of body and mind. Although it tastes really good, it can't cover up the fact that he was crushed. Feng Qing'an can't accept it.

"When is it convenient?"

Dong Huang asked directly, without pretending. At first, they were just rubbing shoulders with each other, but after a deeper understanding, she truly felt the mystery of the Supreme Body of All Spirits.

Even if one's determination is strong, one cannot help oneself. This is an increase in potential without any cost or side effects. Who can resist being tempted?

After just one time, Dong Huang could feel that the incomplete origin that he had originally divided with his sister Nan Ge was almost filled up. Just a few more times, and she would be completely complete and become a perfect innate Yin spirit.

This is the thing she has been longing for most for hundreds of years since she was reborn with the help of the innate spiritual object. She has been working tirelessly day and night. Once her origin is complete, the biggest obstacle on her path to seeking the truth will completely disappear. Even if she is a ghost, she will have the confidence to survive all the calamities.

Moreover, Dong Huang could feel that what he absorbed from Feng Qing'an could fill the incomplete innate essence of his origin. Its quality was so high that it was much better than her own origin. When her origin was complete, she would probably undergo a complete transformation and get rid of the shackles of the evil spirit.

"They are going to explore a secret place. I plan to go with them. We'll talk after I return!"

Feng Qing'an felt that he had reasons and he had to buy some buffer time for his brother. Besides, he had already entered the sage mode and really couldn't muster any interest.

Even when he looked at the two female geniuses present, he could look at them with a pure appreciation of beauty, without any evil thoughts.

"Explore the secret realm? If I remember correctly, there is still half a key. Is it with me?"

There was suddenly a hint of amusement in Dong Huang's voice.

"……Yes."

Feng Qing'an keenly sensed that something was wrong, but even if he did, it was of no use.

"How do you plan to steal the key from me?"

"Didn't you say I could take it myself?"

Feng Qing'an felt a chill sweeping through his whole body, and his calves couldn't help but tremble.

"Really? Why don't I remember it?"

The cold voice carried a hint of confusion, as if the ruler of a certain ghost country had never said such words.

"you……"

Feng Qingan was dumbfounded. He had never dreamed that Donghuang would play this trick on him. He actually refused to admit it.
"How can you, as the ruler of a country, go back on your word?" "Your Highness, my royal husband, do you know what the crime of slandering the monarch is?"

At this moment, Donghuang completely broke Feng Qingan's perception of her. In his mind, the image of the King of Youhuang who intimidated all countries and commanded many ghost kings was collapsing.

"Gan!"

Feng Qingan cursed angrily, and many geniuses who had long been attracted by his peculiarity had already surrounded him.

"Feng Qing'an, what's wrong with you?"

Hua Qingyu looked at Feng Qingan with concern. At this moment, anyone could see that something was wrong with Feng Qingan, especially the Ice Palace's true disciple, Su Qingying. A fairy sword that seemed to be carved from ice jade was already looming behind her.

"I'm afraid I have to take that back!"

Feng Qingan looked at the many geniuses with a little apology.

Originally, Dong Huang was not interested in that half key, but now because of him, these geniuses might have to put in ten or a hundred times the effort they originally planned to get it.

Of course, if he was willing to sacrifice himself, these guys would just sit and wait, but Feng Qingan felt that he didn't need to be so selfless. He really should take a break now.
Due to the physical characteristics of the Supreme Body of All Spirits, his immortal spiritual source is indeed endless, but these spiritual sources need to be carried, and his blood, energy and essence are limited. If he continues like this, he will really be squeezed dry by a certain king.

"what happened?"

"The Lord of Youhuang is not in seclusion!"

Feng Qing'an sighed slightly. He was full of confidence before, but was slapped in the face by Donghuang in the blink of an eye.

However, when many geniuses heard Feng Qing'an's words, they looked at each other. Xin Fu, the suave and elegant master of the Floating Life Realm, asked, and the stone cover that he had put away appeared again, with flames surging.

"Fellow Daoist Feng, whether the king is in seclusion or not is not a question for now. What we want to know most now is how you know what the king is doing now?"

"Fellow Daoist originally said that he was an unknown casual cultivator, but now it seems that you are more than just a casual cultivator. May I ask who you are? If you are not honest, we will be disrespectful."

Tao Baibai from San Sheng Township spoke, and a golden rope was wrapped around his arm. He also stared at Feng Qingan with a wary look.

Not only these disciples, but Hua Qingyu, the disciple of Xingxiu Dao who had originally been quite protective of Feng Qing'an, also had a complicated expression on her face and took a few steps away. Although she was naive and romantic, she was not stupid.

"Feng Qing'an, if you have any unspeakable secrets, you can tell us. We can all help you. We are all human."

The blonde girl looked at Feng Qingan steadily. Many things could not stand up to scrutiny.

Where did this young man from the human race who had cultivated the immortality get the immortal scriptures he cultivated? Why did he dare to attack the heir of a ghost prince with a background in the ghost city? As a human, what did he rely on to be so arrogant in the territory of ghosts?
"You can't help me."

Feng Qing'an looked bitter, sighed, and slowly shook his head.

"Feng Daoist, if you don't tell us, how can we help you? No matter what problem you have, even if you are an enemy of a ghost fairy, we have a way."

Tao Baibai from San Sheng Township seemed to have realized something, and his childish voice was filled with the high confidence that comes from a major Taoist sect.

"When I was looking for information, I heard an interesting story. The queen of the Ghostly Kingdom of the Nether Emperor has a husband who is from the human world. He is a stranger and looks like a teenager."

A low and hoarse voice sounded, and a thin young man appeared. It was Jin Wuying from Xuwutian.

The Taoist master looked at Feng Qing'an with a complicated look. He guessed the true origin of this young man with terrifying talent.

"Feng Qing'an!"

As soon as these words were spoken, many true disciples looked at Feng Qing'an, shocked, enlightened, sympathetic, compassionate, envious... so many emotions surged, making Feng Qing'an not know how to respond for a moment.

After all, his encounter with these Taoist geniuses was completely unexpected. It was Hua Qingyu who suddenly took him away, and because he was in high spirits, he suddenly had the idea of ​​mixing with them.

Feng Qing'an didn't want to hide his identity from them. He felt that he was still quite clean. He hadn't done anything that would anger God or man. He even forcibly changed an evil sect into a righteous one.

"Are you really the Taoist partner of that ghost immortal?"

Xingxiu Dao Zhenchuan looked at Feng Qingan with an incredulous look. Only then did she realize who she had caught.

"Ahem, it's the Wang Fu."

Feng Qing'an coughed dryly and corrected himself about this identity. He did not intend to hide it from these human geniuses. They all had their own methods, and it was easy for them to gather information in the capital of the ghost country.

When he first entered the underworld, he was very swaggering, dominating the Ghost King with his arrogant attitude. Who knows how many ghosts saw him. Even though this ghost town is vast, only some ghosts saw his appearance.

However, as long as these geniuses are determined to find out, they will be able to find him sooner or later. Rather than being exposed at that time, it is better for him to confess now.

Moreover, the effects of active confession and passive exposure are completely different. For example, Su Qingying, the true disciple of the Ice Palace, who was originally full of disgust and aversion towards him, as if he was looking at scum, now looks at Feng Qingan with a completely different look, which has become sympathy and pity, and even a little regretful.

Because at this moment in the mind of Su Zhenchuan, Feng Qing'an's identity has changed from a shameless evil cultivator who seeks peace with ghosts and creatures to a tragic young man who, due to his outstanding talent, is targeted by the ghosts of the underworld and becomes a cauldron.

"So, Fellow Daoist Feng, what are you doing..."

Xin Fu, the true disciple of the Floating Life Realm, wanted to say something but stopped himself. His guess about Feng Qing'an's identity at this moment was almost the same as Su Qingying's, so for a moment, he didn't know whether to sympathize or envy him.

Because he had used some means, he had the honor to catch a glimpse of the appearance of the Lord of Youhuang Kingdom in the memories of other ghosts. He was truly peerless and stunningly beautiful, with such a peerless appearance, like a fairy from heaven. It was hard to imagine that there was such a person in the underworld.

Although the Taoist friend in front of him looked very miserable, as if he had been subjected to too much nourishment, resulting in a depletion of essence, deficiency of qi and blood, and severe damage to his vitality.

But when he thought that he was like the Lord of Youhuang who had fallen into the underworld through the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady, this true disciple of the Floating Life Realm felt an uncontrollable envy in his heart.

If I could sacrifice my body for yours, even if my essence was taken away and I lost it, it would be worth it!

Unfortunately, this is impossible!
Xin Fu was, after all, a Taoist prodigy. Whenever some distracting thoughts arose in his mind, he used his great willpower to cut them off. He forced himself to control his thoughts and not think about them.

"So, you are the furnace of that ghost fairy?"

Several Taoist disciples all seemed to be hesitant to speak. Even though they had some guesses about Feng Qing'an's identity, they were not in a position to speak out. However, Hua Qingyu pondered for a moment and then suddenly asked, and what he said was shocking.

"uh-huh!"

"puff!"

As soon as these words were spoken, several true disciples could not help but half turn around, and even Jin Wuying hid in the void again.

(End of this chapter)