The only beast master in the world of immortality.

Chapter 322 Blackmailing the Prodigies

In the dimly lit cell, one can see a young man in snow-white clothes hugging a weak and delicate female cultivator in colorful clothes and gorgeous skirt. From a distance, this talented and beautiful couple seem to be whispering in each other's ears, creating a charming atmosphere.

Such a scene made the young genius who was already shouting in anger when the old ghost appeared, furious, and he roared again.

Although he knew that the appearance of the young man hugging the girl meant that the crisis of the ghost attack had been resolved, and what he should do now was to be grateful instead of scolding, he could not control the anger that burst out from his chest.

"I'm healing Su Zhenchuan, what are you yelling about?"

A bright green light flickered in the cell. The young man turned around, and everyone immediately saw the female cultivator in his arms. Her body was wrapped in a layer of green energy that contained rich vitality, and her pretty, pale face that aroused pity was gradually turning bloody.

"I……"

Seeing this scene, the young prodigy who originally wanted to roar and scold Feng Qing'an for taking advantage of someone's misfortune and being vile and shameless, was suddenly speechless.

But even though he knew that Feng Qing'an meant well, and it was he who saved the person he loved from the evil intentions of a ghost, and he was now recovering from his wounds, the jealousy and envy in his heart still couldn't be stopped from gushing out, filling his heart and attacking his remaining, shaky sanity.

There is nothing that can be done about it. In the short time since they knew Feng Qing'an, the image that Feng Qing'an had established in the minds of this group of people was really not that positive.

If we have to describe him, he is romantic, unrestrained and uninhibited, which sounds good. However, if we put it another way, he is a lustful man who does not mind anything. After all, he even does not despise the ghosts in the underworld and he has successfully hooked up with them.

"Put me down, I'm fine!"

In the uncovered cell, he was embraced by a boy of the same age and was being watched by a dozen Taoists who were familiar with him.

Even someone as cold-tempered as Su Qingying, whose flawless face, as if carved from ice jade, could not help but blush, making her look charming and extraordinarily beautiful for a moment.

But this appearance made the young man, who admired the true teachings of the Ice Palace, burn with jealousy. Even though he knew that his current state was not right, he did not exert any control and allowed cracks to appear in his heart of Tao.

"Be careful, you are still too weak!"

He felt a gaze like a sharp sword falling on him, wishing it could pierce his body with thousands of holes, but Feng Qing'an not only didn't care, he even deliberately adjusted the angle.

Almost facing the young genius's gaze, he gently put Su Qingying down from his arms, then supported her soft and boneless shoulders and injected strands of Yi Mu Qing Qi into her to replenish her vitality that was damaged by the ghost.

Such an intimate gesture immediately made many disciples look strange, and some disciples who were familiar with Su Qingying also felt that it was unbelievable.
Because they had never seen this arrogant Ice Palace disciple show favor to any cultivators in the past. She had always been rude to male cultivators. Why did she change so much today?
Could it be that the other party saved her from danger and that was what opened her heart? It made her feel amorous, so she didn't shy away from such an intimate act?
Although the routine of the hero saving the beauty is old, no one can criticize its cleverness, because the routine is good enough, so it can be used over and over again, and it always works and produces miraculous results.

"Ok!"

Su Qingying, who had already been secretly communicating with Feng Qingan and had reached an agreement in secret, ignored those strange looks. When practicing Taoism, how could she care about other people's opinions? Only by moving forward courageously can she have a chance to achieve enlightenment and immortality.

"Qingying! Why are you…"

Seeing that the color on the face of the Ice Palace disciple was gradually returning, but he did not break free from the shameless man's broad hand on his shoulder, a certain young genius felt that his heart was about to break, as if something indestructible was making a crisp cracking sound.

"Friend Fang, I don't remember being familiar with you to the point where I could call you by your name!"

Before the young man could finish his words, Su Qingying frowned, as if her brows were an icy snow mountain that would never melt, freezing anyone who tried to approach her.

"Friend Su, I..."

"Okay, no need to explain. Su Zhenchuan is seriously injured now and needs to rest. It is not appropriate to talk too much with others, so as not to disturb his mind. Come, Qingying, I will help you sit down and rest!"

Originally Feng Qing'an was planning to behave himself, but there was always that one guy who was hostile to him because of his normal behavior. Feng Qing'an couldn't help but develop a rebellious mentality, and began to cross the red line and act recklessly.

"..."

Su Qingying said nothing. With the help of Feng Qingan, she sat down cross-legged. During this process, even though Feng Qingan had overstepped his authority, she did not make any sound, as if she had already acquiesced.

"Tsk!"

Feng Qing'an was prepared to be scolded by the Ice Palace's true disciple, but he didn't expect that the other party could be so forbearing. His current identity was no longer an innocent young man, but a married man with two wives.

Although neither the elder sister nor the younger sister has publicly acknowledged their relationship with him, since there have been substantial results, these false names do not matter.

"Feng Qing'an, don't just take care of Su Zhenchuan, take a look at us too, can you let us out?"

Although the atmosphere in the underground palace cage was a bit weird, the desire for freedom overwhelmed everything. Xin Fu broke the beautiful yet somewhat weird atmosphere in the underground palace.

As soon as these words were spoken, many eyes fell on Feng Qingan, no longer paying attention to Su Zhenchuan, who seemed a little different from the past.

No matter how you look at it, the other party's condition is gradually getting better. And after what happened just now, being threatened by a top ghost king and almost losing his life, some unusual changes from the past are also within the normal range.

In comparison, their own bleak future was more worthy of concern. The old ghost guarding them who wanted to persecute them had been dealt with. So what would they face next? The wrath of the ghost fairy?
However, considering Feng Qingan's identity, this doesn't seem to be a big worry. In this case, can they come out? Although this is also a provocation to the authority of the ghost fairy, what if this fellow Feng is particularly favored by the ghost fairy?
"Bullshit, what are you planning to do when you come in here? Don't you have any idea in your mind? If you haven't been caught, it would be fine, but now you've been caught on the spot. It's only been a short time since you were locked up, and you want to let you out? What do you think this place is?"

Feng Qingan said unhappily that no matter what, he was on Donghuang's side. Donghuang's face had been lost, so he had to make up for it. He could not ignore Donghuang's face.

"How long does His Majesty intend to keep us in prison?"

Xin Fu's eyes lit up and he asked quickly.

It would be good to have a deadline, what is terrible is that there is no deadline and people can do whatever they want.

"Well, as I recall, the sentences were based on what each of you had done. Each person's sentence was different. Some were sentenced to one decade, some to two decades, and the most serious one was sentenced to nearly ten decades!"

"Ten Jiazi?!"

Feng Qingan's words made some people burst into laughter.

For these young geniuses, ten sixty years is an unimaginably long time. Even the oldest among them has not yet reached the age of sixty. "There is still another sixty years to go."

"A decade is too long."

They were obviously a group of cultivators who were preparing to form a golden elixir, but when they heard the sixty-year sentence, they all started to complain at the same time, saying that this time was too long.

"It takes a long time, but the sentence can be reduced!"

"Commutation of sentence?"

"It means reducing the time you are detained. When your sentences are over, you will naturally be able to be released. But by that time, all grudges will be written off and all of you will be free again."

Feng Qingan explained seriously.

Dong Huang actually asked him to find a suitable opportunity to release all these guys. After all, if they were kept here by her, it would easily attract the old guys in the cultivation world. She didn't want to confront those old antiques yet, even though she herself didn't want to.

After some thought, Feng Qing'an decided that he should squeeze out the surplus value from these geniuses before releasing them. It would be unreasonable not to bring some benefits to these guys in his hands.

"How can I get a reduced sentence?"

Xin Fu, the true disciple of the Floating Life Realm, seemed like a hired helper by Feng Qingan. He couldn't wait to ask right after he finished explaining.

"Well, it's very simple. Some of the cultivation methods, secret techniques, and magical powers that you don't need can all reduce your sentence."

Feng Qing'an's face became a little thinner. After a dry cough, he asked for a commutation of sentence.

"Oh, you shameless fellow, who do you think you can hide from with this little trick of yours?"

There are people who are willing to praise her, but there are also people who sabotage her. One of them is the young genius who has a crush on Su Qingying. His appearance is naturally impeccable, with slanting sword-like eyebrows, hair as sharp as a knife, a face as beautiful as jade, and eyes as bright as stars.

"That old ghost just now was also arranged by you. It was a play directed and performed by you yourself!"

"Well, ah, you're so smart, you guessed it all right!"

Seeing this confident young genius, Feng Qingan waved his hand casually, with no intention of arguing with him. Who in his right mind would argue with the fish on the chopping board?
"Everything you are going through now was arranged by me, including the fact that you were beaten into this state and thrown into the dungeon. So, do you want to get out?"

"After I'm released by you, I'll be caught by you again and played around by you like an idiot?"

The handsome and extraordinary genius sneered repeatedly. The more he looked at Feng Qing'an, the more he disliked him. He wished he could smash Feng Qing'an's face, which was slightly raised at the corner of his mouth and seemed to be smiling, into pieces.

"..."

As soon as these words were spoken, the underground palace fell into silence. Under the premise that the trump card of calling the parents had failed, this group of people really had no way to effectively deal with a ghost fairy.

Even if everyone holds a magic weapon, it is useless. The gap in realm cannot be bridged by these powerful weapons. Besides, are they the only ones who have magic weapons? Others have them too.

"Feng Qing'an, as long as it's about amending the law, any magical power or secret technique will do? Who determines the value? And how long is the sentence reduction period?"

"As long as I think it's useful, it's fine."

At this point, Feng Qingan no longer pretended. Anyway, all the benefits he got from these geniuses would eventually go to him, and Donghuang was not interested in them.

"Feng Qing'an, I want to get out. Come here and see if these can reduce my sentence!"

It was still Xin Fu. It seemed like he had received money from Feng Qing'an in advance. He cooperated extremely well, even though Feng Qing'an was about to self-destruct.

"Then let me see..."

Feng Qing'an took the stack of jade discs handed over by Xin Fu without hesitation. He knew that these guys had great value. Even though most of their magical powers were sect secrets that could not be passed on to outsiders, some of them were obtained from their own travels and were not restricted by the sect's prohibitions.

These are what Feng Qing'an is eyeing. It would be a good opportunity for Dong Huang to see how the magical powers and secret techniques of the cultivation world have evolved during the time she was asleep.

"By the way, how many years is my sentence?"

It was not until he handed over all the jade discs in his hand that Xin Fu realized it belatedly and asked hurriedly.

"What sentence? In view of your excellent behavior, I declare that you can go out now!"

crunch~
A sour sound of metal friction was heard, and while the True Transmission of the Floating Life Realm was in a daze, the spiritual gold fence in front of him slowly rose up with a roar. There was no obstacle in front of him anymore, and he could now step into the aisle and leave through the exit that was just around the corner.

"Can I leave now?"

Xin Fu looked at Feng Qing'an in disbelief. Happiness came so suddenly that he was unable to react for a moment. At the same time, there was a hint of guilt in his eyes when he looked at Feng Qing'an, because he did not take out the best thing in the bottom of the box.

"anytime."

After saying that, Feng Qing'an ignored him and went to wander around in other cages. After setting a precedent, the other Taoist disciples were no longer silent and shouted Feng Qing'an's name, demanding a reduction in their sentences and that they be released.

For independent cultivators, magical powers and secret techniques are extremely precious and there is basically no room for selection. They just practice whatever they can get. But it is different for the geniuses of major sects. Not to mention that they cannot practice all the techniques of their own sects, even if they have an occasional adventure, their heads will be almost filled with them.

Therefore, even though Feng Qing'an's request was so blatant, no one else exposed it, and everyone cooperated consciously.

"for you."

When Feng Qing'an walked in front of Hua Qingyu's cage, the true disciple of Xingxiu Dao presented him with a jade slip shining with starlight. Unlike the thick stacks of jade slips presented by other geniuses, the one presented in front of Feng Qing'an was only one.

(End of this chapter)