Chapter 475: Chapter 287: A Hundred Views of the Spring Palace

In the blink of an eye, day turned to night, the sky was devoid of light, and pale wandering souls filled the air. The lively human world instantly turned into a gloomy realm of death. Two elders who had rushed over without regard for their deteriorating vitality swiftly descended to the ground, trembling all over, begging for mercy on their knees.

“Lesser Sect Master, please calm your anger!”

Neither of the two elders doubted the authenticity of Feng Qing’an at this moment. They believed him to be the ‘Ghost Path’s Chosen One’ who emerged once every few centuries from the Ghost Soul Sect, using his previously hidden Divine Power in his critically injured state.

After all, in previous conflicts with his peers, no one among his sect was able to drive him to employ his full strength. Hence, the emergence of some concealed Divine Powers was not surprising.

“Calm my anger, you two old fools. What on earth does the sect send you to my side for? When facing a formidable enemy, you flee faster than me, causing the death of my Taoist protector. What sin should you bear?”

A blazing anger was reflected on Feng Qing’an’s face, while the two elders quickly lowered their heads, not daring to show any signs of difference.

However, they were cursing in their hearts. They had tried to advise him again and again, but he didn’t listen. What could they have done?

Due to their meddling with forces they shouldn’t have provoked, their Taoist protector was beheaded, and they, themselves, were severely injured. Yet, their escape caused them his resentment. If they didn’t run, wouldn’t there just be two more dead old men lying on the ground?

“You two old wastes, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and escort me back to the sect.”

The stormy aura that Feng Qing’an exuded at this moment was akin to the oppressive atmosphere of an imminent storm, striking terror into hearts.

“Or do you want me to drain your vitality, refine your souls, and fly back on my own?”

“Ye-yes.”

“We will immediately escort you back to the sect.”

Even though his temperament was as brutal and reckless as before, the two elders quietly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed the Lesser Sect Master had no intention of killing them, and their old lives were spared.

Miaow~

As the two elders rose and prepared to escort their profoundly weakened and evidently unwell Lesser Sect Master, an untimely lazy cat’s meow echoed in the air, sending chilling vibes down their spines.

The two Yuan Dan cultivators subconsciously looked towards the source of the noise, only to find a black cat slightly bigger than a fist, its golden eyes captivating, squatting on their Lesser Sect Master’s shoulder.

“Where did this cat come from?”

“When did the Lesser Sect Master start keeping a cat?”

“Is it a ferocious beast that has transformed?”

“Did the Lesser Sect Master just tame it? Even after fleeing, he still had the energy?”

As these two elders were speculating about the black cat, another meow echoed. The elders, who were already unconsciously looking at the black cat, blinked and swayed.

“So, it’s Jun Yan. Forgive my forgetfulness!”

“The Lesser Sect Master was able to escape unscathed; Jun Yan must have contributed greatly. His merits are unparalleled. The Lesser Sect Master is indeed someone with great fortune. Even when meddling with forces that should not be provoked, he still finds a way to turn misfortune into blessing.”

At this moment, the gazes of the two Yuan Dan cultivators towards Jun Yan showed no signs of irregularity. It was as if this golden-eyed black cat should have been there on Feng Qing’an’s shoulder all along.

Feng Qing’an, who had been closely monitoring these two servant elders, observed this and looked down at the little black cat licking its delicate little paw on his shoulder.

The Heavenly Demon White Tiger

Descendant of the white tiger with Demonic Power, would have been slaughtered by a single sword if it were not for its holy bloodline. Even so, it was greatly crippled.

When Feng Qing’an met this creature and asked his elder brother for it, it was incapable of resisting and allowed itself to be kneaded and moulded into a semblance of contract.

Even though it was forcibly subdued, it did not surrender. Then Feng Qing’an threw it into the silent seventh layer of the Cave Sky. After being locked up for a while, it immediately became obedient.

The seemingly pitiful little kitten finally bowed its noble head under the oppressive reality because it sensed the resolute behaviour of these brothers.

If it did not choose to submit, it really would be confined until death. Being a descendant of the white tiger and inadvertently mastering the Demonic Power, with a promising future ahead, how could it be willing to die in a dilapidated Cave Sky?

After a period of introspection, Jun Yan chose to submit temporarily, relinquishing part of his pride for a measure of freedom. Once he escaped, he could find an opportunity to turn the tables.

There was no need to lose a promising future over some useless pride. What he had lost now could all be regained once he broke free from his shackles in the future.

“I didn’t expect you to have this kind of ability.”

With the power of level suppression, Feng Qing’an, who could perfectly control everything, naturally knew what this seemingly soft little cat had done to the two miscellaneous Dan cultivators.

Utilising the Heavenly Demon’s ability to infiltrate everything, it forcefully intruded into their souls, forcibly inserting its existence into their past memories and incidentally modifying the abnormalities of its master.

“Meow~”

Hearing Feng Qing’an’s comments, the little black cat raised its head in satisfaction. Its current strength was indeed weak, and if judged purely on spiritual power, it was even less than that of those newly practicing Qi Cultivators among the humans.

But what it controlled was the Demonic Power. Even though it was small, it was more than enough to manipulate several miscellaneous Dan cultivators.