Chapter 527: Chapter 312: Feng Qing’an Selflessly Devotes_2

A gentle voice rang out and only now did the supreme prodigies, who had been oblivious to the source of danger, see the tall figure standing before them.

The figure before them had stunningly beautiful features and a stunning figure. Her eyebrows were neatly delineated, her eyes were like twinkling stars, her nose was high, her skin was smooth like jade. She had a head full of dark, flowing hair that cascaded over her shoulders. Her attire was sophisticated and stunning, embodying a perfect mix of complexity and brightness.

Even Hua Qingyu of the Star Lodging Sect, whose scratchy character often made him careless about many things, couldn’t help but gasp at such close contact with a Ghost Immortal. He took a few steps back and almost bumped into Feng Qing’an.

“Is this your country’s queen?”

“Yes.”

Feng Qing’an was shocked at their current predicament. It amused him that Hua Zhenchuan was finding leisure in confirming this information with him during such a time.

“She’s really beautiful. Why don’t you marry her? I think you would not be at a loss. As the saying goes, ‘even dying under a peony flower, you become a romantic ghost!’”

Upon seeing Dong Huang’s appearance, Hua Qingyu who initially sympathized with Feng Qing’an’s situation, suddenly felt that Feng Qing’an was not at a loss at all and even somewhat profitable. After all, he had cultivated to the level of Immortal Pulse Phenomenon, which indicated that this queen did not treat him harshly during his cultivation process.

“A wise man submits to circumstances. Hua Zhenchuan is indeed a supreme prodigy of this era. Truly a Dragon and Phoenix amongst people, the likes of whom only come along once in many generations!”

Unable to resist, Feng Qing’an rolled his eyes. Although they had just met, he couldn’t help but marvel at how quickly he had been betrayed.

“Hahaha, I was just joking. You’re my apprentice, Qingyu. There’s no way I’d let you suffer in this ghost place. Take this!”

Barely had these words left his mouth when Feng Qing’an saw a stream of starlight gush out from atop Hua Qingyu’s head. It transformed into a painting, which expanded to reveal a vast, ancient starry expanse.

“Damn!”

At such a sight, Feng Qing’an couldn’t help but curse. The legitimate disciple of the Star Lodging Sect had actually launched a direct attack on Dong Huang!

Where did this man find such courage? Did he even understand the large gap in their abilities? Not to mention her Immortal weapon, Dong Huang was holding a partial Taoist artifact.

“Bold!”

Seeing the expanding star expanse and the falling stars coming at her, Dong Huang remained calm. With a casual flick of her finger, a beam of light burst forth from it. Instantly, everything within the star expanse collapsed and the countless stars shattered. Everything was destroyed in an instant.

A rip sound echoed in the air, a very small crack appeared in the middle of the ancient starry picture scroll that had just emerged from Hua Qingyu’s head.

Seeing the damage to his immortal artifact, Hua Qingyu was hit with the recoil. Linked to the device by his life force, blood gushed from his mouth, and the color drained from his face.

“Feng Qing’an, you’ve made some remarkable friends.”

As she spoke, Dong Huang pointed again, and a stone lid, glowing with fire and hovering over her head, was flung away, leaving a distinct fiery trail in the sky. It was unclear where it had been knocked.

“Alas, they are a bit weak.”

Dong Huang’s eyes, contrasting as black and white as if ink-dotted, smugly took in the sight of a golden thread frozen mid-air. It was as though it had fallen into an invisible mire and was unable to progress a single step forward.

“Nice sword!”

A sword carved from ice crystal materialized behind Dong Huang, but before it could thrust, another sword, ablaze with Flame Sun Fire, appeared behind her, suppressing the ice sword upon contact.

“It’s a pity the sword master is lacking.”

Dong Huang, also considered a half-sword cultivator herself, glanced at Su Qingying from the Ice Emperor Palace, who was wielding the sword. At this moment, this cold-natured girl was as pale as Feng Qing’an.

“Sigh!”

With a sigh, a thin figure materialized in mid-air. He had barely managed to let out an indignant roar before he was thrown back, crashing into a pillar of a corridor and deeply embedded into it.

“Please show mercy!”

In an instant, he watched as these five true heirs of Taoism were fully suppressed and defeated. It didn’t surprise Feng Qing’an at all. After all, wasn’t he a true heir of his Sect himself back in the day?

In her past life, Dong Huang wasn’t just a true heir of her sect, she might even have been a Daoist. Now, having transformed into a Yin Spirit, her cultivation had returned to its original realm. It was a breeze for her to bully the younger generation of the true heirs.

“Look carefully. I didn’t lay a finger on them. I merely took minor defensive measures. It’s their fault they couldn’t withstand the backlash. You can’t blame me.”

Dong Huang spoke lightly. She indeed didn’t initiate an attack on these five outstanding figures. But her mere presence, with the sense of danger it brought, gave them no time to think before they impulsively acted on their instincts.

“Can you let them go?”

Feng Qing’an knew it full well that these young Taoist prodigies were no match for Dong Huang. Their understanding of her was completely wrong, especially when it came to evaluating her combat strength.

“Capital crimes can be pardoned, but minor crimes are inescapable. They infiltrated my bedroom and even dared to attack me. If I don’t punish this kind of behavior, other ghost kings might follow suit. How could I rule over Ghost Nation and intimidate the rest of the ghosts?”

Dong Huang made a convincing argument. In the past, Feng Qing’an might have even agreed and helped her maintain her authority as the ruler of You Huang Ghost Country.

But the image of Dong Huang in Feng Qing’an’s mind, once aloof and unattainable, had completely collapsed. A new image was now being reconstructed in his mind.

“Those who dare to disobey, just kill them.”

Feng Qing’an didn’t hesitate, he understood Dong Huang’s attitude towards Ghost Creatures.

Within her Ghost Nation, if a ghost king didn’t know what’s good for him and dared to disrespect her, she wouldn’t hesitate to cut them down with a sword.

“Hmm?”

“How about letting you take over my position as Ghost Nation’s ruler?”

“I couldn’t handle such a responsibility.”

Feng Qing’an cleared his throat. He was well aware of his limits. If he dared to take power, the next day would see a multitude of ghost kings rebelling against him.

“In that case, I’m going to send them all to…”

“Enough, I give in! Let’s go!”

Feng Qing’an was not clueless. Now was not the time for him to play dumb. If he refused to back down, those he knew would suffer. While they wouldn’t necessarily lose their lives, they would certainly endure some hardship.

With that, the young man took the initiative and stepped forward. After consuming a Chi Yang flower, he felt lively and energetic, eager to return to the battlefield. He wanted to see if he could recover some dignity he had lost in the initial battle. Though the chances were slim, he wanted to try.

“What do you mean?”

The smile on the corner of the You Huang ruler’s mouth became increasingly pronounced.

“If you won’t leave, then I will.”

Feng Qing’an was straightforward.

“Now that you’re back in my bedroom, where do you plan on going?”

Upon seeing the rejuvenated Feng Qing’an, Dong Huang didn’t hesitate for even a moment. She reached out her hand, grabbed him, and disappeared from the spot, leaving behind the severely injured prodigies without applying any restrictions.

“Damn it!”

Hua Qingyu, whose mouth was still stained with blood, looked at Feng Qing’an, who had just been chatting and joking with her before being taken away by the Ghost Immortal in a blink. She felt a wave of conflicting emotions surge forth within her.

The frustration of being unable to protect others, the helplessness against a strong enemy, the anger at her own incompetence… A variety of emotions welled up in her heart. Even as a standout among the true Taoist heirs in a place that stood for countless vary years, she now felt extremely annoyed. She had never faced such frustration before.

“Feng Qing’an, I swear I will rescue you.”