The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

Chapter 563: Chapter 330: The Immortal Who Lost His Dignity_2

“Indeed, the next time you encounter such people, you should increase your firepower, make sure to burn them clean, don’t give them a chance to struggle.”

Upon hearing Youyou’s words, Feng Qing’an quickly admonished.

Observing one indicates the whole, if one genius carries the Divine Power bestowed by an Immortal, then the other geniuses can hardly be different, this may be the ultimate hand they play.

Among these geniuses, many are well-disposed towards him, but there are also those who harbor hostility, who wish to take action against him; it’s not just one or two.

In this secret realm, the opportunity is ideal, not to mention the presence of a sect master at the exit, there is no longer any concern about what’s behind. Even the previously wary Eastern Radiance has lost its significance.

“Alright!”

Youyou, standing at the pinnacle of the Demonic King realm, suddenly nods her head. If it weren’t for an issue with her, she would have stepped into the realm of the Demonic Immortal long ago.

The potential of the Phoenix Clan’s bloodline is enough to support her advancement to a higher realm. An auspicious beast of pure Immortal Bloodline, born with a lifespan that can rival that of a Heavenly Immortal who has attained the Longevity Taoist Fruit. They do not have the Heavenly Immortal’s Three Calamities and Nine Tribulations, they are the strongest spirits favored by Heaven and Earth.

“Let’s go!”

Feng Qing’an put away the Immortal artifact inscribed with numerous sacred flames on its banner surface. Although it looked tattered and miserable, this Immortal artifact, even without its master, continued to slowly absorb the surrounding fire spirit Qi for self-repair.

When Feng Qing’an seized it, although it vibrated slightly as if resisting, its resistance was so weak as to be ignored. It seemed to struggle symbolically and then lay down obediently, allowing Feng Qing’an’s Divine Power to seep straight in, reaching its core.

“Tsk, so it is.”

This level of cooperation, even opening up the seal of its formation, willing to let him refine and control it, although it was not the first time he encountered it, Feng Qing’an still couldn’t help but marvel.

So far, he has not encountered a single immortal soldier or artifact with integrity that wanted to resist his refining. As long as they come into contact with him, they are more than willing to serve him.

“Get in!”

Feng Qing’an, who already possessed numerous divine weapons, didn’t attach much importance to this banner that was almost actively cooperating. After casually throwing it into the Cave Sky, he randomly selected a direction, harnessing the breeze, and soared upward to find the divine treasures nurtured within the Cave Sky.

Of course, the most important thing is to solve the problem with Youyou. See if he could restore Youyou back to the Auspicious Phoenix, a symbol of peace, instead of the Undead Nether Phoenix she currently is, full of evil and sense of unknown.

The nature of the Supreme Body of Ten Thousand Spirits only enhances the evil aura on Youyou, even leading her further astray from the orthodox path of the Phoenix.

Just as Feng Qing’an, leading a wolf and a phoenix, officially explored the secret realm, outside the Cave Sky, a terrifying immortal fire set the Netherworld ablaze for thousands of miles, melting everything in its path, even tearing through the void.

“Insolent boy!”

In the huge fire that seemed to burn up the heavens and the earth, a figure with vague human shape and wings on its back appeared. The anger of a True Immortal made the immortal fire spreading out in all directions increasingly fierce.

“Fellow Daoist, please calm down!”

An old Immortal with white hair and a youthful appearance, holding a peach-wood staff, smiled and tried to soothe the situation.

“This is the Netherworld, not the human world. Control your Divine Power, if you cause too much commotion and provoke some ancient beings, even you and I can only flee for our lives, praying for the ancestral masters to help.”

Sitting in a chariot, an ancient, simple-looking Taoist with a sharp immortal sword across his knees coldly declared.

“The origin of that boy is unclear, and he has a Phoenix by his side. It’s not unjust for you to lose to him.”

Even some Immortals who love watching the chaos seemed to be comforting, but the instigating intent within their words was blatantly obvious, barely concealed.

Hmph!

Standing in the middle of a sea of fire thousands of miles wide, the giant figure seemed like the true god of fire, snorting coldly. His rage sprouted due to the presence of these fellow practitioners.

If it had been in private, he might not have been angry even if his Divine Power was slashed by a junior.

But currently being in the public eye, with so many daoists watching, his Divine Power had just barely started to manifest, and hadn’t even had the chance to display his abilities, when it was burned to ashes by a creature having the Phoenix Bloodline, under the command of the opponent. It hadn’t even had the chance to splash water, this without a doubt, was a slap in his face.

Don’t underestimate this point. During the countless years, numerous big sects have been destroyed due to disputes over face. The damage to a big figure’s face could directly affect the lives and deaths of millions of cultivators.

Of course, what he lost in that round wasn’t just his face, but more importantly, it meant his organization was straight-out eliminated from the competition. They no longer have the qualifications to contend with these daoists over the Phoenix Clan Cave Sky.

Although his chances were slim from the start, now he had been kicked out just after entering, even immortals would be enraged – centuries worth of cultivation only made ordinary matters fail to rise their emotions, it didn’t mean immortals didn’t have desires or feelings.

“This kid is indeed good, if he could cut down daoist’s previous Life’s Dao Fruit just by relying on his own strength, I have the intention to take him as a direct disciple!”

“Unfortunately, it isn’t him, he has just borrowed external force to harm me.”

“Being able to borrow such external force is also a kind of ability, at the very least it signifies that this child is greatly blessed.”

“Blessed? Ha!”

“Let’s watch for now, the kid should bump into the other daoists, I wonder which daoist will be able to subdue this child, and take his treasures.”

A benevolent Immortal smiled and said. He surprisingly regarded Feng Qing’an as one of the opportunities in the Cave Sky. Since he didn’t belong to any faction, once he entered the Cave Sky, he naturally became an opportunity that everyone could strive for.

“That Phoenix is quite troublesome!”

“No worries!”

Immortals were eager to discuss the mysterious Feng Qing’an, while the only Immortal who had come into contact with Feng Qing’an, however, had virtually no chance to play his opportunities, stood in the sea of fire, kept silent and had no intention of leaving.

He wanted to see, who else would fall in the hands of that Independent Practitioner junior like he had. He didn’t believe that he was the only one who could be so unlucky. As long as there was another daoist who went through the same ordeal as himself, he would not become a laughing stock, or he and that daoist would both become the laughing stock.

When Feng Qing’an finally found the native spirits of the Phoenix Clan Cave Sky, the Immortals outside the entrance of the Cave Sky were enjoying themselves.

A young man in white stood in the air as a wind blew, billowing his long sleeves and robe, looking heavenly. He looked down at the city and village beneath him, which at first glance, seemed no different from the Human Race.

However, when he looked down and inspected more closely, the differences became clear. Although their bodies and appearances were almost identical to the Human Race, their sizes were simply too small, averaging only half the size of a regular human.

While Feng Qing’an in the sky was staring at the tiny people below, there were powerful tiny people in the cities who noticed him. Instantaneously, a winged serpent rose from the city, carrying a group of little guards with serious faces and armed with bows and arrows, they flew into the sky towards Feng Qing’an.

“This here is the territory of Jiaorao Country, what is your purpose coming here?”

Atop on the head of the flying serpent, a little man with a long spear in hand, wearing a leather armor asked sternly, his voice still infant-like.

“I’m merely roaming the world, happened to pass by here. Is this place called Jiaorao Country? This is the first time I’ve seen people as tiny as you.”

Hearing a completely unfamiliar language, Feng Qing’an captured the consciousness released by the little people and quickly understood what they were saying. Under the condition of unobstructed communication, Feng Qing’an naturally wouldn’t have a conflict with these little people.