The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World C.523 - 310: Try Again, Let Him Rest_2

Chapter 523: Chapter 310: Try Again, Let Him Rest_2

However, the offerings from the other two are not too shabby either. Xu Wutian’s offering is an amber that seals an unidentified bizarre insect, while the Cultivator from the Ice Emperor Palace offers a palm-sized jade sword, far more ordinary in comparison.

“I shouldn’t accept rewards for no merit. Isn’t this a bit inappropriate?”

Feng Qing’an, with a broad smile on his face, accepted Su Qingying’s jade sword. While he said it was inappropriate, his hands didn’t falter. After all, considering the condition of his body and his wilted companions, he could no longer afford to refuse such generosity.

“Just take it. We all have plenty of such magical treasures that can conceal the destinies. Even if I give you one, it doesn’t make a significant difference.”

Xin Fu was very generous, which starkly contrasted with his cold demeanor and even snide attitude when Feng Qing’an first entered.

Feng Qing’an’s background was clear to them now. He was just an unlucky Human Clan’s Pride, and in some respect, he was innocent. They wondered how much harm the Ghost Immortal had caused him.

However, there was not much to worry about. Feng Qing’an had shown his natural talent and aptitude. Regardless of which sect he chooses in the future, he would receive Immortal Spiritual Objects to repair his foundation.

“Then I won’t stand on ceremony.”

Upon hearing this, Feng Qing’an didn’t hesitate to wear the Star Robe over his dragon robe. He stuffed the jade sword, the prayer wheel, the insect amber, and everything else into his arms and sleeves. Regardless of their usefulness, at least they brought him some spiritual comfort.

“You don’t need to feel awkward with us. As humans, we’re obliged to lend a hand in your present plight. We hope that if we fall into adversity in the future, you can lend us a hand, if you are able to.”

Xin Fu then displayed the magnanimity expected of a sect’s prized disciple. He seemed generous and open-hearted.

As for Hua Qingyu, who offered the most coveted item, she was smiling delightfully at Feng Qing’an, who had already put on the new clothes. She looked supremely content, just like a fox that had stolen a chicken.

“Feng Qing’an, if you really want to thank me, you can bow down to me a few times. Reluctantly, I’ll just accept you as my disciple here. What do you think? I have even prepared a gift for you, my future disciple.”

Hua Qingyu began speaking, grinning from ear to ear.

“Then your Star Robe is too precious. I won’t be able to wear it.”

Feng Qing’an made a move to take it off, but Hua Qingyu immediately stopped him,

“You’ve already worn it, so there’s no logic in taking it off. Do you expect me to take back the gifts I’ve given? If you insist on doing so, where will I put my face?”

“Enough, Hua Zhenchuan. Now is not the time to accept disciples. We should strategize about dealing with the Master of You Huang Country.”

Xin Fu, looking serious, offered an argument that even Hua Qingyu could not refute, and she ceased her almost playful behavior. To these promised cultivators of the Taoism sect, the threat of a Ghost Immortal was like a sword hanging over their heads.

Even with their exceptional confidence, they couldn’t ignore the existence of a Ghost Immortal. Their immortal artifacts could only afford them a moment’s respite to seek help when an opponent of that caliber appeared.

As for escaping, they needn’t mention it. They simply couldn’t run away. How could they possibly elude an existence two realms above them under normal circumstances? As for victory? Well, it was a nice daydream.

“Feng Qing’an, how are you feeling now? Do you think that the King’s Consort could still locate you?”

Even whilst discussing serious matters, Hua Qingyu couldn’t help teasing Feng Qing’an, her tone somewhat mocking.

“Can’t say.”

Feng Qing’an pondered for a moment, still shaking his head.

“It seems we’re still not there yet!”

The other prides looked at each other, their expressions becoming more solemn.

It might appear absurd to decide based on feelings alone. However, to cultivators like them, the perception beyond the five senses is vital. When they encounter danger or critical situations, they usually have an intuitive sense.

“Feng Qing’an, not only can the Master of the Country trace you, but it seems you also have a way to confirm her status, right?”

The childlike cultivator from the Three Saints Village spoke, his eyes filled with anticipation. If they couldn’t hide, but still had a way to confirm their enemy’s location, then there might be room to maneuver.

“I can roughly confirm it, but I can’t guarantee hundred percent accuracy.”

Feng Qing’an’s words were vague, after all, he had already misspoke once in front of these proud individuals of the Human Race.

He had vehemently assured them that the ruler of the Ghost Country had no intention of concerning herself with them, preferring to immerse herself in secluded cultivation. Unanticipatedly, after only three days of seclusion, driven by an irresistible craving, the ruler had once again sought him out.

“So, you initially perceived that the ruler was immersing herself in seclusion, but suddenly acknowledged that she had emerged from said seclusion, didn’t you?”

Su Qingying inquired with a grave expression. After all, their opponent was a formidable Ghost Immortal.

This wasn’t just about sneaking into the treasury right under her watchful gaze and pilfering a half-key, the use of which may not even be known to the Ghost Immortal herself.

They were planning to depart with her favorite face, the furnace tripod, which could also be regarded as a royal consort in the truest sense. Regardless, their objective remained the same: to find a way to take this pride of the Human Race away from here as this ghostly realm was no place for humans to linger.

“She probably won’t seclude herself again in the near future. Your original plans are still in vain. You need to prepare for the worst scenario. To succeed, you need to plan at least ten times more than what you have now.”

Feng Qing’an’s emotions were complex at this moment, owing to his wavering allegiances.

On one hand, there was the ruler of the Ghost Country who had certainly protected him for many years. Although she had recently developed an addictive taste and was nearly squeezing him dry with no signs of stopping. On the other hand, there were the similarly sincere Prides of the Human Race.

Both sides had treated him wholeheartedly, and Feng Qing’an momentarily wasn’t sure whom to aid. He decided to take one step at a time, trying to balance and not provoke any conflicts leading to unnecessary battles.

Although this group of Prides of the Human Race appeared weak, each carried an Immortal Weapon. As long as they could hold on for a moment, everyone could call on their ancient figures for reinforcement.

“Ten times?”

Upon hearing Feng Qing’an’s words, Hua Qingyu furrows her brow in thoughtful meditation. She then looks to the other True Inheritors. It was as if she was about to make a decision, but also seemed to be seeking their opinion.

“What about seeking alliances? What do you think?”

“Agreed!”

“Good idea!”

“I have no objection.”

“What are you guys doing?”

Feng Qing’an was flabbergasted by their collective concurrence.

“Of course, we’re going to ask for help. Now is not the time to compete with them.”

Hua Qingyu walked forward, cheerfully patting Feng Qing’an’s shoulder: “Thanks a lot.”

Feng Qing’an, seeing Hua Qingyu and the others giving up on fighting and even preparing to actively seek help from other Prides, hesitated. He wanted to clarify things but didn’t know how to express it. His image had been set in their eyes. Even if he tried to argue, he might be seen as making a last-ditch attempt to save his dignity and wouldn’t be taken seriously.

As these Prides started to take action, the ruler, surrounded by the blooming red sunflowers in the palatial and grand deep palace, was reflecting,

“Oh Donghuan, Donghuan, how could you have fallen so low? Where is the resolved Daoist Heart that you cultivated and honed over a hundred years?”

Just one taste, and you’ve given up all your previous restraint.

You can’t continue like this.

You have to control yourself!

Yes!

One more taste, and then I’ll let Feng Qing’an rest properly!