The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

Even if she dared to forcefully resist, the phoenix could easily reduce her to ash. Moreover, in the Cave Sky, all spirits responded to the will of the phoenix. To challenge the phoenix was equivalent to declaring war against all the spirits in the area where the phoenix resided.

Therefore, even though she had created the best conditions for herself, she found her strength still insufficient to achieve the outcome she desired. She could only stare as the phoenix, so close yet untouchable, soared above her head.

Now, a drop of Phoenix Blood Essence laid in front of her, and all she needed to give in return was to serve as a handmaid for a day. Was this truly a loss?

It would cost her nothing more than a bit of pride, if even that. After all, they were strangers beyond the Cave Sky, each going their separate ways. Nobody outside knew what she did here.

“So, are you planning to rob me by force?”

Feng Qing’an asked with a beaming smile, anticipation twinkling in his eyes. If this esteemed lady dared to resort to violence, he could throw away all his inhibitions. He could crush her and then force his terms on her.

“What nonsense are you talking about? How could I possibly be your match?”

Hearing Feng Qing’an’s words, Jin Suyan rolled her eyes in exasperation. Did he think she was some brainless woman?

A man who casually dispenses Phoenix Blood Essence, and claimed to have no sect or school, how could she be so foolish as to randomly attack and try to steal the opportunity that she desired?

“So?”

“I am willing to serve you as your handmaid, but only for a day. Moreover, you can’t do anything excessive. I am engaged.”

Jin Suyan gritted her teeth. To her, the sacrifices were worth the treasures, and completed immaterial when compared to the path of longevity.

“Oh dear, an engagement? Now I am even more interested.”

Feng Qing’an seemed excited instead of discouraged. Yet he was puzzled.

“You’re already a cultivator and have a reputation as a disciple of truth. How come you’re still entangled in such an old-fashioned matter like an engagement. Are you still restrained by such a thing?”

“I was born into the Jin Family which is in the Danding Zong, a lineage that has been passed down for thousands of years. I am not in a position to rebel against an arranged marriage by the clan.”

Jin Suyan explained the engagement matter with a calm voice. Of course, she had resisted it at first, but all resentments had dissolved as her understanding deepened. Or rather, she had compromised.

“Well, well. Didn’t think you were living such an oppressive life.”

Feng Qing’an marveled, but wasn’t surprised. In heritages like these, internal affairs were complicated, full of tangled old and new factions. This was the normal state of affairs.

Even in the Immortal Sects, led by immortals seeking longevity, passions did not fade. As long as there were desires, there would be strife, and factions would naturally spring up.

“So, I can serve you, but if you dare to cross the line, I am too weak to retaliate. But, the man who is engaged to me will never let you off.”

“Ha ha ha, your words. Aren’t you tempting me to invade your privacy?”

Feng Qing’an beckoned Jin Suyan with his finger. The highly accomplished woman of Taoism with a naturally charming disposition involuntarily moved towards him,

“Come on, tell me. How powerful is this man you’re engaged to that gives you such confidence.”

The teenager, still bearing the innocence of youth, held the chin of a woman that looked visibly older than him, giving an impression of a brother and sister.

“He has already crossed the calamity.”

“Is that it?”

Feng Qing’an was hardly impressed. He knew the caliber of those who received the truth of Dao, but he also knew those heaven’s children had different levels,

“What is the grade of his golden core?”

“Rumor has it that he has a first-grade golden core.”

Jin Suyan’s voice took on a more solemn tone.

“So you have a first-grade golden core to intimidate me, I thought it was an Immortal-grade one.”

Feng Qing’an didn’t care. Once his horizons had widened, objects that previously seemed remarkable now lost their significance.

“Come on, Xiao Yan, massage my shoulders, and tap my legs a bit.”

The young man waved his hand and summoned clouds, then laid down lazily among them. He had nothing else to do at the moment. He wanted to stay in the Cave Sky until Jiuling completely devoured it. In the meantime, he chose to study the secret methods he had obtained from Hua Qingyu.

However, just because his mind was working hard didn’t mean his body couldn’t relax. There was no conflict between the two.

Upon hearing the young man’s call, Jin Suyan, who had been pampered since childhood, stiffened, but slowly moved toward Feng Qing’an.

“What are you wiggling about? Dallying as if you’re about to perform a dance? If you want to dance, first give me a good massage!”

Feng Qing’an grew impatient watching Jin Suyan, a true heir of Danding Zong, dawdle.

“I don’t know how to mas…”

Barely managing to move behind Feng Qing’an, the enchanting female cultivator, partially hidden among the clouds, mumbled.

“If you don’t know, then take this opportunity to learn. It’s a great opportunity, cherish it.”

Feng Qing’an did not let up. He insisted on having her massage him. Although her nimble fingers were awkward on his shoulders, the psychological pleasure outweighed everything else.

“Alright, if you were a maid, your master would have beaten you to death by now. Come, move to the front and massage my feet!”

Seeing Feng Qing’an start to take off his boots, Jin Suyan’s porcelain-like cheeks turned a faint green. Her palms turned tight, joints whitening, and she fought an urge to disable the man before her.

“Feng Qing’an, you’re crossing the line!”

“Crossing the line? I asked you to massage my feet, how is that crossing the line? You, from a large family, haven’t you seen maids doing such things in your house?”

“I won’t do it.”

Jin Suyan stepped back several paces, massaging shoulders was one thing but kneading someone’s feet, especially a stranger’s, was more than she could bear.

“If you don’t know how, I can teach you. Do you need me to demonstrate?”

The previously languid and relaxed Feng Qing’an got up from his comfortable posture, gaze full of malice as he looked at the resistant woman.

“If I tell others about what you’re making me do today, the man I’m engaged to will hunt you down to the ends of the earth!”

“Hunt me down? What a joke.”

Feng Qing’an lifted his hand, and a tiny bird no bigger than his palm hopped onto his extended index finger, its petite claws clamped onto his finger joint, and the tail feathers unambiguously revealed its identity.

“You think he’s worthy?”

“Phoenix!”

Jin Suyan widened her doll-like eyes in disbelief. She never imagined that this man had managed to tame a phoenix and have it obey him so obediently.

“What are you shrieking at? Either lie down and let me show you, or come here.”

“You, I…”

Jin Suyan never expected that her small concession would lead to this. The man was becoming increasingly demanding, wanting her to do things only a maid would do.

“Since you’re unwilling, then lie down!”

Feng Qing’an cracked his knuckles as his menacing smile grew, not bothering to hide his malicious intent.