The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

Since the lifeblood of this Immortal was so vigorous that, even with only one arm left, he would not stop but continue to stir up trouble, he might as well make some indelible contributions to his Sword Array. It was a case of making good use of everything available.

“Master, I’m going to move this hand over now.”

“Hmm!”

Although it is difficult to kill a Human Immortal, as long as Jiuling is willing, she can still make him fall completely within this Cave Sky. It’s a matter of whether Jiuling is willing or not, and how much time and effort she is willing to spend.

But after witnessing the Immortal’s immortal body, Feng Qing’an gained interest. Since it was the equivalent of a Demon King with just a few jars of blood, he might as well treat it as an expendable resource.

He was curious– with the sacrifice of a Human Immortal, to what extend could his Sword Array be perfected?

“No, I’m still of use, I can still…”

There was a chilling scream. The quartered Immortal, of course, had no power to resist. The arm that was delivered to Feng Qing’an’s side, allowing him to observe closely, was soon thrown into the second layer of the Ten Thousand Demon prison and put into a freshly-made sword-training blood pool.

In a few short moments, a sword-shaped outline appeared in the center of the blood pool, then began to condense at a rate visible to the naked eye. As a consequence, the arm seemed to become a bit less active. When a Demon Subduing Sword formation was complete, the Big Demon Arm was only a bit withered.

“Next!”

Feng Qing’an, had been watching this scene, urged Jiuling to continue. As a result, the now somewhat withered arm was cycled back into the blood pool over and over again.

After the third time, the scales on the arm clung tightly to the bone, becoming like a mummy arm that has been weathered for thousands of years. There was no sign of vitality.

“Is that it?”

Although a single arm had formed the core of three Demon Subduing Swords, Feng Qing’an was not satisfied. Once he sensed this arm could really be drained dry, he had Jiuling throw it into a nearly full Demon-Suppressing Hall. He then undid the binding on it.

Without any urging, the desiccated arm unleashed an incredibly terrifying force of absorption upon falling into the crowd of Demons. Like the Guixu devouring a vast ocean, it started to continuously absorb the life forces of the surrounding Demons.

The previously bustling Demon-Suppressing Hall was thrown into chaos once the big Demon Arm was tossed in. Angry curses, mournful howls, and desperate cries for mercy followed. But eventually, all fell silent.

“Not bad, can still be reused!”

When Jiuling took the arm out from the silent Demon-Suppressing Hall, the once withered body had once again become full. The dull scales also became vibrant, shining brilliantly.

“Continue.”

Feng Qing’an egged Jiuling on. Even though this Human Immortal could end up being tortured to death by continuing like this, that was not a problem. He was just the first one, with two others still left.

“Now it’s time to figure out a way to deal with those other two Human Immortals.”

Feng Qing’an stroked his chin. Using the same tricks wouldn’t work again. These people, who had lived for at least hundreds of years, were not that easily fooled.

The Human Immortal being endlessly toyed with now was only in this predicament because his greed overwhelmed his sense of danger.

If he had acted a bit more rationally, been a bit more careful, or even waited another year or two, Feng Qing’an would not have been able to hold on — he would have had to beg the Immortal palace to kill him.

However, the problem was not a big one. All he had to do was find ways to deceive those two Human Immortals into entering the Cave Sky. The moment they entered, their fates would be sealed.

The same tricks, changed a bit, could maybe be used again. The Demonic Power can openly alter the memories of the beings around the Human Immortals. Moreover, he has the most realistic backdrop.

The place where the young sect master obtained the Upper Chapter Immortal Palace was a genuine secret realm, however, the most valuable item was this flying palace.

Despite the palace already falling into his hands, the secret realm could still serve as bait. First, he would lure the Human Immortals, then display traces of Heavenly Immortal’s inheritance. The true and the false merged. If they remained cautious, Sen Miao could appear and tempt them and he didn’t believe they would not bite.

“I must admit, I’m a genius!”

Feng Qing’an couldn’t help but exclaim.

He was well aware that his action exploited the greed of these heterodox Human Immortals. Judging by their situation, they had come to a dead end with no hope for the future. So, any possibility of advancing to a higher state of existence would drive them crazy, even to the point of irrationality.

Against those on the Profound Righteous Path, such tactics would be useless and likely exposed in an instant. But for those heterodox Human Immortals with flawed personalities, it worked almost all the time.

Events proceeded as Feng Qing’an anticipated, and within less than half a year, three Human Immortals had fallen to his deceit.

However, dealing with the latter two Human Immortals was much more troublesome than dealing with the first. Even though Human Immortals weren’t fools, they still had their exploitable vulnerabilities.

Feng Qing’an first targeted the disciples and descendants of the two Human Immortals and lured them into stumbling upon the supposed secret realm.

He gradually increased the difficulty, letting them see the treasures right in front of them but found it impossible to take them away. They had to report to higher levels until it eventually reached the two old Immortal masters. The moment these two Immortals stepped into the Cave Sky, was when Feng Qing’an chose to strike.

When the last elder holding the Soul Hook was blown apart by Jiuling, an Immortal who was no different from a Demon, this Immortal lineage fell completely under Feng Qing’an’s control.

After eliminating the influence and interference of the three Human Immortals, Feng Qing’an, with the help of Demonic Power, could manipulate the sect at will, even mould it into any form he desired, imprinting rules that had never existed before into their minds.

Those who massacre mortals shall be Soul Hooked!

Those who kill commoners shall die!

Merely these two rules alone were enough to eliminate most elders and disciples of the sect. However, Feng Qing’an didn’t act that way, killing directly himself seemed too inefficient.

He mobilized the sect under the name of the three supreme elders, and those elders and disciples who liked to kill or torture commoners were gathered around them, launching a massive expedition into the underworld, directly targeting the Specter Wolf Demon Nation.

This was the task he had once set for Black Mountain. It was about time to accomplish it now, especially since Black Mountain had become a Demon King. How could being a leader of a Demon Nation be a problem?

Without regard for casualties, fearing no loss of soldiers, the Ghost Soul Sect’s forces were invincible. Countless dark creatures fled in fear.

Although everything in the underworld was quite crazy, they were merely crazy, not stupid. They could not attempt such a futile resistance.

Hence, with the fearless Core formation elders, the Specter Wolf Demon Nation swiftly fell, and the three Wolf Demon Kings were beaten to a pulp and brought in front of Black Mountain.

To emphasize fairness and justice, Feng Qing’an arranged a competition between the three Wolf Demon Kings and Black Mountain. The results of the competition needed not be mentioned.

Under the joint watch of seventeen Core formation elders, the three Wolf Demon Kings were utterly defeated, surrendering to Black Mountain, and pledging their loyalty. Thus, the Specter Wolf Demon Nation changed hands, and its ruler became an outrageously young Wolf King who was not even ten years old.

“The age of chaos in the human world should now come to an end!”

Exhausted from all the plotting against the three Human Immortals, a weary Feng Qing’an wanted to bring things to a quick end. He was starting to miss Donghuang.