The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

“That’s not the case. The entrance to this hidden realm heritage is elsewhere; it’s just that the key in the hand of the Wenren True Inheritance holder is incomplete, only half. The other half, based on my deduction, should be in the treasury of the ruler of the Ghost Nation. Moreover, besides the key to enter the hidden realm, the sacrifice of ten Ghost Kings is also required.”

“I see, so our lurking here is to target the lord’s treasury; you guys are committing a more serious act than me slaying a Ghost Prince. Your courage is enormous!”

Under the unreserved disclosure of Star Lodging Sect’s True Inheritance holder, Feng Qing’an at last understood the reasons and intentions behind their actions, letting out a slight sigh of relief.

“That’s good to know.”

Hua Qingyu suddenly laughed contentedly.

“How many True Inheritance holders have come in? They’re hidden in the ghost city, why can’t we see their traces?”

“Isn’t it necessary to sacrifice ten Ghost Kings? So we’re competing to see who can get the other half of the key from the lord’s treasury first and at the same time suppress the Ghost Kings without causing the lord to notice, and gather enough offerings.”

Hua Qingyu detailed it for Feng Qing’an while the eerie silhouette was stunned.

“Hua Zhenchuan, what are you doing?”

Because of the startling actions of the Star Lodging Sect’s True Inheritance holder, the strange silhouette was taken aback for a moment. When he recovered his senses, he realized it was too late to stop her; she had already said everything.

He admitted that the realm of this Star Lodging Sect’s True Inheritance holder’s divine power was indeed worthy of being ranked fifth, but her behavior was like a sheltered young girl who had never seen the world; she answered any question.

“What’s the big deal? Didn’t you just say it? Even if he goes to snitch, it would only add some fun for us.”

Hua Qingyu looked carefree.

“But Hua Zhenchuan, you don’t yet know who he is or what his background is; he just said he’s an Independent Practitioner. Do you think his words are credible?”

The strange silhouette gradually appeared, revealing a slim and tall young man. He felt that staying with Hua Zhenchuan, despite his attempts to concealment, was meaningless.

“He didn’t lie.”

Hua Qingyu’s tone was certain.

“He doesn’t have a master; he is indeed an Independent Practitioner.”

“You…”

The young man who was about to speak suddenly paused. He then belatedly remembered that Hua Zhenchuan was a prodigy who had practiced the “Purple Star Astrology” into a talisman.

Could such a person be naive? Her every word and action would be meticulously planned. Maybe she has glimpsed a corner of the future, hence her seemingly strange behavior.

Upon realizing this, the slim young man’s view of Feng Qing’an became significantly different.

“What’s your name?”

“Could you not deduce it?”

Feng Qing’an asked curiously. He both feared and was intrigued by the technique of deduction.

“I can only verify if your words are true or false. As for deducing your name, if you’re willing to take off the jade pendant around your waist, I can try.”

The girl reached out and pointed to the seemingly ordinary jade pendant hanging from Feng Qing’an’s waist.

“My name is Feng Qing’an. I have no master and belong to no sect. I’m a mere Independent Practitioner with the desire to roam the world. I look forward to your guidance.”

Feng Qing’an saluted slightly. As for the girl’s request for his jade pendant, he pretended not to hear it. How could he take it off? Once he did, all the Ghost Creatures in the ghost city would riot. By then, the only option would be to slaughter the entire city.

“Are you really an Independent Practitioner?”

The slim young man asked Feng Qing’an incredulously.

“What’s the matter? Is there a problem?”

Feng Qing’an asked back with a gentle smile.

“Big problem.”

The youth eyed Feng Qing’an up and down, just like looking at a beast coming out of the wilderness.

Independent practitioners are not unable to cultivate, but their ceiling of achievement is clear. If one wants to make progress in cultivation, laws, companions, wealth, and territory, none of these can be lacked. How much can an independent practitioner gather?

But this guy in front of them, though he had a treasure to conceal his energy, from the subtle movements of his hands and feet, and the disturbance and attraction of the surrounding Spiritual Qi, no matter how you looked at it, it was an aura that only the talented individuals of big sects could possess.

It was for this very reason that Feng Qing’an, who claimed himself to be an independent practitioner from the beginning, aroused their suspicion. But now, the true disciple of the Star Lodging Sect, has actively endorsed him, acknowledging his identity as an independent cultivator, which was highly unorthodox.

If an independent practitioner could cultivate to a level equal to that of the talented ones of their sects, wouldn’t that make those who have everything they want look incompetent?

“Feng Qing’an, why did you come to the Ghost Nation? Same reason as us?”

Hua Qingyu curiously asked.

The reason why she just revealed everything Feng Qing’an had asked, was just following her heart, or instinctive behavior. When she came back to her senses in advance and detected something wrong, she thought about it and found it was her practiced Talisman influencing her to do so.

As long as she tells this person everything she wants to do in the Ghost Nation, she will gain all kinds of conveniences in the situations to come. No matter what she does, it will all come easily.

“No, Ghost Nation is a bane to you, but for me now, it is a rare place of fortune in the world.”

Feng Qing’an held out his palm, threads of gray mist gushing out from his palm, blending with the ubiquitous Yin Qi around him, and it seemed unchanged.

But these two talented individuals from the sects were taken aback at this moment. Their profound magical power stirred and reacted in an instant.

“This is the pulse you cultivated?”

Unlike the unenlightened elders of the Ghost Soul Sect, Hua Qingyu recognized what the gray mist gushing from Feng Qing’an’s palm represented at one glance.

“Yes.”

“First-grade?”

The young girl’s tone was uncertain at this moment, and Feng Qing’an just smiled and remained silent.

Even if he did not understand the general level of these infiltrating talented individuals, from his exchange with the East Bright, he knew that even among those top sects, the talents who could condense an Immortal Pulse Phenomenon were rare. The majority of the Daoists, as long as they could condense a First-Grade Pulse, that would be enough.

“Such a pity, Feng Qing’an, you’ve chosen the wrong path.”

Although she could judge that Feng Qing’an’s strength was not low-grade, there was no envy in the girl’s eyes, only regret, it was as if she had witnessed a top-quality unpolished jade about to be ruined.

“So, you are a real independent practitioner. That’s a shame.”

Not just the girl, but even the skinny youth beside her looked at Feng Qing’an with a touch of pity.

“What do you mean by that?”

The pity in their eyes made Feng Qing’an quite annoyed, although he could roughly guess the reason.

“You’re not practicing the orthodox methods of our Human Immortal Dao, but a side path that flowed out from the Ghost Nation. It’s hard to bear fruit. You’ve wasted such a great talent on this, ah, are the Immortal Sects of your South Nanhua Continent blind?”

Hua Qingyu couldn’t help but clench her fists. It was heart-wrenching to see a member of the human race with such exceptional talent, walking the wrong path, and even achieving great success on this path.

“Ahem, it’s not their fault. It was my choice.”

Feng Qing’an coughed lightly and explained.

“Feng Qing’an, how old are you this year? If you’re not old, you should start over. If your lifespan isn’t enough, I can find the true disciples of Danding Zong to refine a batch of Longevity Pills for you.”