The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World - Chapter 458

Chapter 458: Chapter 278: The Ghost Cultivator Envious of Nange_2

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“The smile on Feng Qing’an’s face stiffened for a moment, but quickly returned to normal.

“Perhaps it’s because you all look like young girls in the bloom of their youth, that’s why you seem somewhat similar.”

“Is that so?”

The girl laughed bloomingly, her face showing no abnormalities, seemingly convinced by Feng Qing’an’s explanation. On the other side of the hall, the sword spirit, which had initially been moving, halted, casting a timid glance towards the beautiful-looking young boy and girl.

“Nange, did you come across anything interesting during your travels in the human world lately?”

Feng Qing’an awkwardly changed the subject, instantly regretting it.

He was all too clear about the chaotic state that the human Qi Country was currently in. Even though Nange was an innate Yin Spirit who possessed no memories of a previous human life, amid the rampant chaos of demons, he wondered what fun could be found.

“Something interesting?”

Upon hearing Feng Qing’an’s question, Nange plunged into deep contemplation, recounting the things she had observed since entering the human world. She found most of it uninteresting, but some unique incidents came to mind when prompted by Feng Qing’an’s question.

“I met a very amusing person.”

“Hmm?”

Feng Qing’an made a nasal sound. His gaze seemed casual, but he was already on alert.

Although he had established a contract with Nange, it was impossible for him to use ‘Sending God Skill’ to project his consciousness onto Nange all the time.

Therefore, he was unaware of Nange’s specific experiences during her travels among the humans. Feng Qing’an could only generally sense that from beginning to end, the girl had never encountered any danger.

Feng Qing’an was concerned, but should Nange face any potential harm, he would perceive it and then apply ‘Divine Descent Skill’, endowing the girl with his own multiple physical characteristics.

But now that the girl claimed to have met an amusing person, Feng Qing’an sensed trouble.

Danger did not necessarily have to cause direct harm to the girl, or bear ill intentions towards her. It could also involve harboring special designs.

“Sounds like an interesting person. How did you meet him?”

Inquiring seemingly casually, Feng Qing’an didn’t directly question the gender of the person. He knew that as long as the conversation continued, Nange would naturally share everything with him.

“I didn’t exactly meet him, I was just passing through a small city when he spotted me below and started pursuing me with a group of people.”

“He saw you…”

Feng Qing’an nodded thoughtfully. If Nange had intended to hide, ordinary cultivators wouldn’t be able to see her. If someone was able to see and pursue Nange, they must not be ordinary.

“And then?”

“He stopped me, asking for my name.”

“Hmm.”

Feng Qing’an nodded without expression. Not far away, the sword in the pool of blood was faintly humming. Even though Feng Qing’an had only casually shed a drop of blood onto it, the sword had established an indelible bond with him and would even move according to his will – this was why the sword spirit would change its appearance due to his random thoughts.

“Did you tell him?”

“Of course not. I made up a name on the spot, but he recited a poem praising how beautiful my name was.”

“What name did you come up with on the spot?”

“South-North.”

“Well, that’s quite a fraud. What was the poem that the undeterred chap recited?”

“In the north, the cold keeps the goose, In the south, the branch warmly waits for the oriole.”

“Sounds familiar, I think I’ve heard it somewhere.”

Feng Qing’an stroked his chin. He had indeed read for several years and with his memory, even the briefest glimpse of poetry could be recalled.

“That person was quite interesting, like the midgets in the actors’ drama that I watched in the residences of the human world’s nobles who make people burst into laughter.”

“Actor? Midget?”

Upon hearing Nange’s praises and descriptions of the person, Feng Qing’an felt there was no need to worry excessively.

After all, the initial impression of the other party was already firmly fixed in Nange Yun’s eyes. He is but a clown, what is he worth talking about?

“So this performer who came to us on his own accord, he didn’t give you any trouble, did he?”

Feng Qing’an’s words had just fallen when Jiuling’s voice rang in his ear,

“Master, I have found a tracking mark on Mrs. Nange Yun.”

“Mark?”

The depth of the young man’s eyes instantly grew cold.

He had been using the Soul Contract to judge whether or not the girl was in danger, which was indeed inappropriate. If the other party didn’t directly harm Nange Yun, he would virtually have no reaction.

Just like now, they had merely set their sights on Nange Yun, but didn’t make a move. He wouldn’t notice anything. If it was not for the special existence of Jiuling, even if the person was right in front of him, he probably wouldn’t notice.

“Can this tracking mark be peeled off under the circumstance that Nange Yun does not notice?”

Feng Qing’an’s face showed a gentle smile, while he ordered the spirit of the Cave Sky in secret.

The young lady was still sharing her interesting experiences with him. The clown-like fellow who made him laugh was only mentioned a few times. Then she started talking about other amusing things.

“Small problem, it’s on me.”

For such a simple request, the spirit of the Cave Sky agreed without hesitation, patting her chest.

“Good.”

Feng Qing’an’s expression became more serene, but there was a profound killing intent brewing in his eyes.

Whether it was that performer-like guy or not, the presence of the mark on Nange Yun’s body indicated that the Yin spirit girl roaming in the mortal world had caught the attention of some formidable forces.

Roar~

The silent soul howl sounded. At this moment, under the gaze of Feng Qing’an, whose soul power had already concentrated, a wisp of gray air that almost merged with the icy energy radiating from Nange Yun emerged. Peeling off from Nange Yun’s body by the spirit of the Cave Sky, the girl was oblivious of this.

This was the despairing reality when the difference in realms was so great. Sometimes, even when being secretly plotted against, one would not know where the attack comes from, drawing a sword and looking around in confusion.

Crack, crack–

That wisp of gray air, which had perfectly merged with Nange Yun’s aura, turned into a sesame-sized gray-black skull after being peeled off. There was even a faint green soul flame flickering inside it.

“What can you infer from this?”

Even though murderous intent was rapidly burgeoning in Feng Qing’an’s heart at this moment, causing the swords in the Sword Pool to tremble continuously and almost fly out on their own into his hand,

“Master, this tracking mark must have been left by a human cultivator who is very proficient in the Ghost Path. The concealment technique used is excellent, even you might not notice it unless you look closely.”

“A human cultivator proficient in the Ghost Path? What’s that?”

“A cultivator who enslaves and controls ghost creatures for cultivation and combat.”

Jiuling explained.

“Hmm, I see.”

Feng Qing’an’s gaze fell on the Demon Subduing Sword that was about to fly out of the blood pool. Under his gaze, the sword immediately quieted down and remained motionless.

“You’re too weak, your blade is not sharp enough yet. Nurtured yourself well within the blood pool till I personally take you out.”

As he spoke, Feng Qing’an took out what he had brought back from his journey – the remains of two divine beings slain by him.

Such evil gods who caused chaos in the mortal world stood zero chance against Feng Qing’an wielding the Sword of Gods Slaying the Dragon. Killed with a single stroke each, it was an absolute breeze.

“Nange Yun!”

“Yes?”

The girl, who was sharing her interesting experiences with Feng Qing’an, looked up at him curiously.

“Can you stay here with me for a while? Or you can also go to your sister’s place.”

While speaking to the girl, Feng Qing’an’s icy intent resounded in the consciousness of the spirit of the Cave Sky,

“Can you track the origin through this marking?”