The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

Chapter 561: Chapter 329: You Dare to Hurt Me?_2

What annoyed him the most was that as soon as the Secret Realm opened, the moment he showed a glimpse of his extraordinary skills, these talents started to gather like they were calling home, without hesitation, and without giving him any reaction time.

If he hadn’t acted swiftly and plunged into Black Mountain, Feng Qing’an would have doubted if he could even manage to enter. Under such circumstances, planning to seize this Phoenix Clan Cave Sky, would be either brain sickness or a trap.

With several immortals peeping from outside, he should avoid the ownership of this cave sky, and it would be enough to gather some natural treasures within it.

Blessings and disasters come without a door; they are only invited by people themselves. Under these circumstances, if he did not know restraint and insisted on grabbing all the advantages into his hand, disaster was bound to happen.

“Sir, this place where you are now, is a Cave Sky! Do you know what a Cave Sky means?”

“Do you know how many Immortals are waiting outside?”

Feng Qing’an’s face darkened as he asked, word by word.

He didn’t know what level these immortals were at, but any of them compared to Donghuang was only stronger, not weaker. Without taking the Dao artifacts, Donghuang could only retreat in front of them.

These immortals had descended here when they discovered the secret realm suspected to be a cave sky, their actual strength could not be weak. A mere human immortal had no qualification to touch the Cave Sky’s secret realm.

A Cave Sky is a sacred place, a shelter from disasters created by a Heavenly Immortal. Without reaching this level, no matter how much external force is used, or how many divine powers are practiced, it is impossible to complete a Cave Sky.

“It’s just a bunch of Immortals. As long as you let me devour this Cave Sky, I can take you away from a few little Immortals guarding the gate, even if there’s an Immortal Monarch, or even a demon giant chasing you.”

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“Huh!”

Regarding the persistently badgering spirit of the Cave Sky, who was completely ignorant of the restraint, Feng Qing’an sneered a few times and ignored him.

He wasn’t a fool to trouble those immortals outside, who might number in double digits, and touch the things he shouldn’t have.

“Sir, you listen to me…”

Feng Qing’an didn’t give the spirit of the Cave Sky a chance to buzz in his ear, but asked one of the locals in his hands,

“Youyou, tell me, what’s in this Cave Sky?”

“There are mountains and rivers, people, ghosts, and monsters…”

In response to Feng Qing’an’s question, the little Phoenix thought for a moment and then seriously answered. However, she was quickly stopped by Feng Qing’an,

“Hold on a moment, there are humans here?”

“Yes, not only humans, but also some big and small people who look like humans, and some strange people with wings…”

Youyou’s extremely abstract description made Feng Qing’an quite headache. This kind of description was completely testing his understanding of this world.

“Heterogeneous Clan!”

Although the answer from the native is almost valueless, Feng Qing’an still managed to extract a piece of key information from it – which was that the species in this Cave Sky were quite diverse.

As for the specifics, he would probably have to wait until he really saw them. After all, there were indeed many clans similar to humans but bigger or even smaller. As for those with wings, it truly touched Feng Qing’an’s knowledge blind spot, and he couldn’t recall for a moment.

Bang~

After understanding the basic situation, Feng Qing’an was ready to start exploring this secret realm. Suddenly, he saw flames rolling in the sky, and a meteor cut across the sky.

He then saw the meteor slammed directly atop a mountain not far from his position, instantly smashing half of the not-so-prominent peak, turning it into a basin full of lava. A semi-spherical shockwave erupted and spread in all directions.

With a swift movement of his fingers and a slight implementation of his technique, Feng Qing’an brushed aside the torrent of incoming wind and focused his attention on the figure emerging from the lava field in front of him.

A young man stood, adorned with a Flying Dragon Crown and clad in Red Armor, possessing a sleek yet delicate appearance. If Feng Qing’an hadn’t honed his instincts to decipher one’s aura, he may have mistaken this effeminate man as a woman disguised in men’s clothing.

“Fellow Daoist Wind, what a small world it is. I never would have thought that you would be the first person I encounter in these secret realms!”

Flames roared fiercely around the young man, taking on life and ambition as they transformed into snakes, birds, and beasts. They danced and darted around him, basking in their newfound being.

This was a truly astonishing sight. The very presence of such an assemblage suggested that this lofty cultivator had reached the peak of his current realm in the Cultivating Lingering Spirits, achieving the uncommon state of the Law adopting a primordial spirit.

“Indeed, such a coincidence. I didn’t expect our landing spots to be pretty much aligned!”

Feng Qing’an gazed above, noting that aside from the soft-spoken young man who fell from the sky as if he were a shooting star, there were no other signs of meteors.

“Your opportunity is a gracious offering, and I would be remiss not to accept!”

At that moment, the young man’s expression shifted. His gaze became predatory, harboring a possessive desire towards Feng Qing’an. In fact, these were the eyes that first beheld Feng Qing’an, but the young man no longer saw any need to hide his true intentions.

“What do you mean?”

The eyes of Feng Qing’an squinted subtly, and Black Mountain, which stood beside him, released its restraint on its monstrous form. It grew rapidly upon contact with the wind, swelling into a monstrous wolf resembling the size of a mountain. Thunder-fire roamed in its maw, cultivating an intimidating aura.

“Have you heard of the phrase, ‘An innocent man becomes the guiltiest when something precious is in his possession’?”

“I see, in your eyes, I am categorized as a man who carries precious matter!”

Feng Qing’an let out a soft sigh of disappointment, shaking his head as he had not expected his standing to be placed so low.

“You are flush with great opportunities, and your only defense is a Ghost Immortal, who can capture us with ease. Yet, even he cannot protect you now.”

“And so?”

“I recently acquired a new sword incantation, but it requires a superior sword for practice. I am wondering if you would be so generous to oblige?”

The youth, who held court among countless spirits of the flame, was a monarch sitting atop of his throne of fire, looking down at Feng Qing’an, who had just lost his greatest advantage. His gaze bore a hint of undisguised contempt.

While the Star Lodging Sect’s direct passed-down disciple said that he would take Feng Qing’an as an apprentice, that matter was irrelevant in this moment. Who cared about Feng Qing’an’s attachment to anyone, let alone to him?

The ancestors of his sect had arrived, and the eyes of the immortal were upon him. Now, as a man of vast courage, he could not be shaken even by a true disciple of the Star Lodging Sect. Feng Qing’an, who had no genuine relationship with him, naturally was no exception. They saw him as a mere bag of opportunities which they could exploit and manipulate at their will.

“Wouldn’t you like to witness an innocent man’s wrath?”

A voice, devoid of excess emotions yet filled with calm laughter echoed as several figures of young men and women, all enveloped in blood-colored brilliance, appeared next to Feng Qing’an. Each of them held swords in their hands.

“Feng Qing’an, are you sure you want to challenge me? My great ancestor has already descended, waiting outside of Cave Sky. Your every bestirrment, your every look, is within his view.”

The sight of the figures that appeared next to Feng Qing’an, even already forming specific shapes, stirred greed in the eyes of the high-flying genius. The apparent admiration, however, was intermingled with evident fear.

“Incorrect answer!”

Showing no emotion, Feng Qing’an casually took hold of the Demon Suppressing Sword that hung beside him and gently shook it. A realm of sword aura instantly enveloped the talented young man.

“I’ll have you know, when an innocent man rises in wrath, it leads to… a bloodbath!”