The only beast master in the world of immortality.

Chapter 312: Taste it again and let him recover

"Nonsense! How could I be a furnace tripod!"

Hearing the shocking words uttered by the blonde girl, Feng Qing'an's originally pale face suddenly turned red, with a few abnormal blushes appearing, as if he was angry and embarrassed.

"I am the husband of the Lord of Youhuang. Do you know what a husband is? This title was personally approved by the Lord in front of all the ghosts in the Ghost Country. It is different from a furnace tripod."

"I understand."

Hua Qingyu looked at the boy in front of him who suddenly became excited. He put one hand together and clenched a fist with the other, hitting his fists together, as if he understood.

"You are a furnace tripod of high status!"

"Hua Qingyu, if you dare to slander me again, I will never practice the Xingxiu Dao again!"

The young man in white was completely annoyed and made harsh remarks, which immediately gave him the true teachings of the Xingxiu Dao.

Although he knew there was another hidden story, Hua Qingyu didn't care about it. He even felt sorry for the pale-faced young man. At the same time, his sense of justice had already erupted. He wanted to rescue this human fellow and save him from suffering. Of course, it would be even better if he could introduce him to the Xingxiu Dao and have him become his disciple.

"Hua Zhen Chuan, please be careful with your words. Fellow Daoist Feng must have suffered a lot over the years. This is probably something he doesn't want others to mention. Your provocative words may have angered him. Don't mention it again!"

Su Qingying's cold voice sounded beside Hua Qingyu's ears. The true disciple of the Ice Palace had a greatly changed opinion of Feng Qingan at this moment.

Being able to use the ghost method to cultivate the pulse of immortal level even when being exploited by a ghost immortal, his talent is truly amazing. It's a pity that he has fallen into such a miserable state. It's regrettable.

However, the fact that he met them meant that this Fellow Daoist Feng's fate was not supposed to be like this. Even if he was a ghost immortal, these geniuses with their own origins could come up with a way to rescue him if they gathered together.

"Hua Qingyu, stop talking nonsense. Didn't you see that I didn't say anything?"

The True Transmission of the Floating Life Realm also spoke at this moment, but it was also the secret art of transmitting sound, avoiding Feng Qingan who was obviously becoming angry at this moment.

As both were human geniuses, the other party's qualifications were obviously superior to theirs. Not only was he unable to join a prestigious immortal sect, but he was reduced to being the lover and plaything of a ghost immortal from the underworld, used as a cauldron for the immortal to extract essence from his body. It was difficult for them to feel any resentment towards such a miserable situation.

That is, when Feng Qing'an was about to "confess", they put away all the immortal weapons and secret treasures that they had just taken out out of caution. There was no need for them, so they just had to remain cautious and be on guard against the possible appearance of ghost immortals.

"These guys, don't they really think I'm miserable?"

Feng Qing'an's steps were unsteady and his face was pale. Even a mortal who had no knowledge of medicine could see that he was an illusion. He muttered to himself that if the gap between him and Dong Huang was not so huge, his cultivation should have skyrocketed and his realms should have broken through one after another.

But what Donghuang gave him was too much for him to refine in a short time. He could only store it in the cave temporarily and refine it slowly when he was free in the future.

It was precisely because he was unable to absorb the Yuan Yin power given by Dong Huang for a while, so he now looked miserable as if he had been drained by the art of replenishing energy.

These Taoist disciples questioned his identity, so he took the initiative to confess and then took the opportunity to play a pitiful role. This naturally and reasonably reduced their hostility and won their sympathy. Although he was indeed miserable, it was only temporary.

"Fellow Daoist Feng, has the Lord of Youhuang put a mark on you? No matter where you flee to, she will catch you back?"

This group of geniuses discussed for a while and decided how to intervene in Feng Qingan's affairs. Because Hua Qingyu had just annoyed Feng Qingan, Xin Fu, the true disciple of the Floating Life Realm, asked about it.

"That... I'm not sure."

Feng Qingan frowned. This question was really difficult to answer. The only connection between him and Donghuang was the soul contract. They could communicate anytime and anywhere.

Logically speaking, as a beastmaster, he could take the initiative and prevent Donghuang from finding him. However, the gap between him and Donghuang was too big, and it was hard to say whether he could hold up under the restrictions of the soul contract.

"With Fellow Daoist Feng's aptitude, if I were a ghost immortal, I would definitely leave some tricks behind."

Su Qingying spoke, her voice soft and no longer as cold as before. Compared to exploring the secret realm, saving a human genius who should have a bright future from the hands of a ghost fairy made her feel more accomplished.

"Since Brother Feng Dao himself doesn't know, let's consider the worst-case scenario!"

Tao Baibai, the true disciple of Sansheng Township, also echoed at this moment, and he also made a statement.

"I have a magical item here that can confuse the heavens and conceal the aura."

The Taoist genius who looked like a child brought something that looked very strange to Feng Qing'an. It was a statue of a golden turtle with a copper coin in its mouth. There were no details at all and the carving was very crude, but there was an extremely strange and bizarre power wrapped around it.

"I have one here too, but I got it from a master."

Xin Fu, the true disciple of the Realm of Floating Life, sent Feng Qing'an a prayer wheel that shone with Buddha's light. It was also a magical item that could conceal the secrets of heaven and prevent calculations.

After they took action, the other geniuses expressed their gratitude to Feng Qing'an one after another. The most generous one was naturally Hua Qingyu, who directly gave Feng Qing'an a white robe shining with starlight.

However, the other two were not bad either. The one that Xu Wu Tian Zhen teleported was an amber sealed with unknown alien insects, while the one that Jurchen from the Ice Palace was much more normal, just a palm-sized jade sword.

"Isn't it inappropriate to accept rewards without merit?"

Feng Qing'an took the jade sword from Su Qingying with a smile on his face. He said that it was inappropriate, but his hands were moving quickly. After all, no matter how polite he was, his current health and his already weak brother could not allow him to be too polite.

"Just take it. We all have dozens of these magical treasures that can block the secrets of heaven. Even if I give you one, it won't make a difference."

Xin Fu was quite generous and magnanimous, which was completely different from the cold and even sarcastic attitude he had shown when Feng Qingan just came in.

After all, they have almost figured out Feng Qing'an's background. He is just a human genius who has been unlucky. To some extent, he can be considered innocent. It's just that they don't know how much damage has been done to his foundation by that ghost immortal.

But the problem is not big. He has already demonstrated his aptitude and talent. No matter which family he chooses in the future, he will be able to obtain fairy items to repair his foundation.

"Then I won't be polite."

When Feng Qing'an heard this, he put on the star robe over his dragon robe without hesitation, and stuffed the golden beetle holding money, the prayer wheel, the jade sword, and the exotic insect amber into his arms and sleeves. No matter if they were useful or not, it was at least a spiritual comfort.

"You don't have to be polite to us. We are all human beings. You are in such a predicament now, so it is only natural for us to lend a helping hand. I only hope that Brother Feng will not hesitate to lend a hand to us when we are in trouble in the future if he has the energy to do so."

Xin Fu then showed the generosity that a great sect's genius should have, appearing generous and magnanimous. As for the most precious flower green fish, it stared at Feng Qing'an, who had already put on new clothes, with a smile, like a fox who stole a chicken, appearing extremely satisfied.

"Feng Qing'an, if you really want to thank me, you can kowtow to me a few times, and I will reluctantly accept you as my apprentice. How about that? As your master, I have even prepared a gift for you to become my apprentice."

Hua Qingyu spoke with a smile.

"Then your star dress is too valuable. I can't wear it."

Feng Qingan tried to take off his clothes, but Hua Qingyu quickly stopped him.

"You've already put it on, so why should you take it off? Do you expect me, the true disciple of Xingxiu Dao and the future Daozi, to take back what I gave away? How can I put my face aside if you do this?"

"Alright, Hua Zhenchuan, now is not the time for you to accept a disciple. We should make plans for the Lord of Youhuang."

Xin Fu looked serious and convinced her to stop her almost playful behavior with a reason that even Hua Qingyu could not refute. For them, the Taoist geniuses, a ghost immortal was indeed like a sword hanging from a beam, like a thorn in the back.

No matter how confident they are, they cannot ignore the existence of this ghost immortal. The magic weapons in their hands can only allow them to hold on for a moment and have a chance to seek help when facing a ghost immortal from the underworld.

As for escaping, there was no need to mention it. There was no way they could escape. Under normal circumstances, how could they possibly escape from an existence two realms higher than them? As for winning? Ha, this daydream was pretty good.

"Feng Qing'an, how do you feel now? Do you think your wife can still find you?"

Even though Hua Qingyu was talking about serious matters, he couldn't help but wink at Feng Qing'an, with a hint of teasing in his tone.

"Hard to say."

Feng Qing'an pondered for a moment and still shook his head.

"It seems it's still not enough!"

The other geniuses looked at each other and their expressions became a little solemn.

Although it was a bit absurd to make a decision based on just the feeling, for these Tianjiao monks, the feeling outside the five senses was extremely important. Whenever they encountered danger or encountered a major event, they could sense it.

"Fellow Daoist Feng, not only can the king track you down, but you also seem to have a way to confirm the king's condition?"

The young monk from San Sheng Township spoke with some expectation in his eyes. If there was no way to conceal it, but there was a way to confirm the whereabouts of the king, then there would be room for maneuver.

"It can be roughly confirmed, but I can't guarantee it's 100% correct."

Feng Qing'an spoke vaguely. After all, he had already spoken out of turn once in front of these geniuses.

He had just vowed that the king had no intention of paying attention to them and wanted to practice in seclusion, keeping in mind what he had gained in three days, but he did not expect that in the blink of an eye, the king would get addicted and come to him again.

"It's good to have a rough confirmation. When you first came in, you thought the princess was in seclusion, but just now you suddenly realized that she had broken through, right?"

Su Qingying asked with a serious look on her face, after all, they were going to fight against a ghost fairy from the underworld.

This was not just about breaking into the treasury right under her nose and stealing half a key whose use even the ghost fairy might not know.

They now want to take away the ghost fairy's most beloved lover, Lu Ding, or perhaps he is also the real king's husband, but no matter what, their goal remains the same, which is to find a way to take this human genius away from here. After all, the underworld is not a place for humans to stay for long.

"I'm afraid she won't be in seclusion again in the short term. Your original plan is still useless. You have to prepare for the worse. If you want to succeed, you have to make at least ten times the original plan."

Feng Qing'an's mood at the moment was quite delicate because his position was so wavering.

On one side was a Netherworld Lord who had indeed protected him for many years, but had recently tasted the sweetness of it and could not stop, almost wanting to squeeze him dry, but still refused to give up. On the other side were the human geniuses who also treated him sincerely.

Both sides treated each other sincerely, and Feng Qing'an didn't know who to help for a moment. He could only take one step at a time and try to maintain a balance, at least to avoid conflicts between the two sides and trigger unnecessary fights.

This group of human geniuses may seem weak, and even if they gather together, they are not enough to be beaten by Donghuang. However, each of these guys has a magic weapon in his hand, and as long as they can hold on for a moment, everyone can call for help.

"ten times?"

When Hua Qingyu heard Feng Qing'an's words, she frowned and pondered. Then she raised her head and looked at the other four true disciples. It seemed that she was making her own decision, but also seemed to be asking for their opinions.
"What do you think about us going to join forces with them?"

"good!"

"Very good!"

"I have no opinion."

"This is what you are doing?"

Seeing these guys agreeing unanimously, Feng Qingan was stunned.

"Of course I'm going to find someone to help me. Now is not the time to get into a fight with them."

Hua Qingyu walked up and patted Feng Qingan's shoulder with a smile.

"Thank you very much."

Seeing that Hua Qingyu and his group had already given up the fight and were even ready to seek help from other geniuses, Feng Qingan was hesitant to speak. He wanted to confess but didn't know how to say it. His image had already been determined in the eyes of these guys. Even if he forced to argue, it would probably be seen as an act of saving face and would not be taken seriously.

Just as this group of geniuses began to act, the king, who was surrounded by bright and glorious red sun flowers and leaning against the mountain-like deep palace, was reflecting.
Donghuang, oh Donghuang, how could you be so depraved? You have practiced for hundreds of years, and have honed your strong faith in Taoism.
But after tasting it once, all my previous persistence was abandoned.

You can't go on like this.

Must exercise restraint!

Ah!
Try it again and let Feng Qing'an have a good rest!
(End of this chapter)