Chapter 537: Chapter 317: The Boy Regains His Confidence_2

Yet, raising them as blood cattle and periodically draining their vitality and blood was a viable option. However, if it meant falling into such a pitiful state, they would rather slit their throats on the spot than suffer such a disgrace.

“I have lived nearly eight hundred years, what would I fear? If I cannot break through the bottleneck, my Yin lifespan will come to an end. By consuming you all, I would have the assurance to survive one more Heavenly Tribulation!”

The old ghost turned around. Although it was surrounded by numerous lanterns, they did not manage to light up the gloomy shadows on its thin face. The chilly and mysterious aura around it was at its peak at this moment.

Even though it hadn’t approached them yet, it made the dauntless Cultivators from Taoism, imprisoned in different cages, feel as if they were being pierced by needles- completely chilled. They couldn’t imagine what it would feel like to face this terrible ghost of the Ice Emperor Palace directly.

“Little kids, don’t worry, we will do this one by one. For me, you are all top-grade blood food. Don’t be too scared, I won’t hurt you. I will just take a little insignificant amount of blood qi from each of you. After some time, you will recover. I will visit you then.”

Laughing eerily, the old ghost exuded a chilling, dark and desolate aura, like a formidable mountain range, pressing down on all dauntless Cultivators from Taoism. This was a supreme ghost king, the strongest among all ghost kings.

However, this ordinary ghost king, the one that others had to bow down to, was now emitting an aura of hysteria from every part of his body.

“Hua Qingyu, when is that King’s Consort you mentioned going to arrive? This old ghost has gone mad!”

The Cultivator, who previously had assured them that the Ghost Immortal would not harm them, was having a hard time dealing with this situation.

Not to mention those Ghost Creatures with Innate issues, even among human Cultivators, there were countless cases of those who, in order to breakthrough and further their cultivation, have done all sorts of crazy things.

It was not hard to imagine what crazy actions a supreme ghost king, whose Yin lifespan was running out, would take. And would the Ghost Immortal who threw them to such a ghost king be afraid of their background?

“Feng Qing’an, if you don’t come out soon, we will all be dead, and you will spend your entire life in this hellhole!”

Xin Fu cursed under his breath, refusing to accept his fate of becoming a source of blood for the old ghost’s breakthrough.

“Here he comes, here he comes, stop yelling!”

Raging flames arose from the entrance where the old ghost first appeared. Like a tide, it surged forward, engulfing the leather lanterns floating above the corridor.

Accompanied by shrill screams and howls, the bright light, like a shining sun, filled this dark, icy dungeon. All the gloomy and ominous atmosphere vanished in front of this light.

Only one prison cell remained, where a strong blood light still shone, like a churning blood sea. The ominous atmosphere and resentment did not weaken under the scorching sun, but instead became more intense. A pair of eyes, filled with extreme malice and resentment, fell on the figure slowly approaching the entrance of the corridor.

“Greetings to the King’s Consort!”

A dry, hoarse voice rang out, sounding as sharp as sandpaper grinding, not containing a hint of respect, but rather like going through the motions.

“Old ghost, you sure have some guts, daring to disobey the command of the King!”

The young man’s figure was slender and balanced. His eyes radiated with brilliance, and sparks of lightning danced around him, creating an aura of integrity. Apart from that, his demeanor was otherworldly, as if he was above the mundane world.

“Speak up, how do you wish to die?”

“Heh-heh, hundreds of years have passed and I can no longer remember the faces of those who have tried to kill me. If these words were said by the King himself, I would offer my neck and gladly face death. But, King’s Consort, I’m afraid you lack the ability to claim my life.”

Although it spoke in a seemingly respectful tone, there was an unabashed disdain. In the old ghost’s perception, this youthful man before him was not bad, even slightly superior to the imprisoned Human Clan’s Prides. When it came to confronting him, this youngster stood no chance and was no match for him.

Even with secret techniques, even when using that giant skeleton, it’s no different. It’s not some worthless entity. Even the Ghost Immortal would treat it with due regard, and wouldn’t disrespectfully address it like these ignorant children of the human world.

All it did was taste a few drops of fresh blood. What’s the big fuss about that? It didn’t take their lives. It believes that it has shown enough respect to His Majesty, the King.

The reason why His Majesty the King arranged for all these Human Clan’s Prides to be imprisoned in the region under its control, is both a reward and a subtle hint for it. Their essence and blood energy would provide it the final opportunity to fight back.

“Feng Qing’an, stop wasting words with this old ghost. Quickly find your partner and exterminate him,” a youthful figure finally emerged, and Xin Fu, startled by the old ghost’s audacity, instantly yelled out.

In Xin Fu’s understanding, Feng Qing’an naturally didn’t possess the qualification or means to confront such a ghost king. Even his sister would be of no help. Purely on the basis of identity, they might not be able to suppress the old ghost. The only being in Ghost Nation that could instill fear in this old ghost might be the Ghost Immortal King.

“Shut up!”

Feng Qing’an looked at the only prison cell untouched by the sun’s fiery glow. As time went by, the blood-light inside became increasingly tumultuous. It seemed as though a sea of blood was forming inside, and within it, a pale-faced woman could be seen sitting still, like a candle fluttering in the wind, at risk of being swallowed by the sea of blood at any moment.

“Old ghost, you’re old, why not wait for death quietly? Why cause such a fuss?”

Under the gaze of many Taoist prodigies, Feng Qing’an’s feet were engulfed in raging flames. It was the power of the Blazing Sunflower, recognized by those Pride who were imprisoned here.

“Wind Daoist, don’t underestimate it. This is a Supreme Ghost King! A Blazing Sunflower can’t kill him!”

Seeing that Feng Qing’an was prepared to act unilaterally, one of the prodigies quickly warned him. The power of the Blazing Sunflower was absolute death for the common ghost creatures, and even Ghost Kings didn’t dare to touch it.

But for a Ghost King on the verge of breakthrough, this power might even help it reach another level. This would be too disastrous.

“Fellow daoists, don’t worry. This old ghost is sure to die today.”

With gleaming eyes, Feng Qing’an walked forward with confidence and steadiness. Facing the Supreme Ghost King, he remained full of confidence. His condition was now at an unheard of peak.

Even though he had just finished a major battle and had rushed from the battlefield to this place, that battle had enhanced his vitality, providing significant benefits.

As for his sister Nange, she naturally couldn’t compare to his elder sister because of their vast difference. Therefore, the Primordial Yin power he obtained from her could only be temporarily sealed. However, it was not the same with Nange. Feng Qing’an refined it on the spot. Their auras intertwined, forming one body, complementing each other yin and yang.

After this battle, not only did Feng Qing’an not suffer any losses, but his spirit was even fuller and his vitality more abundant. His condition was perfectly excellent.

More importantly, it was the transformation of his mindset. Through this battle, Feng Qing’an regained his confidence. His self-confidence, which had been devastated in combat with Donghuang, had been picked up again.

It wasn’t that he was weak, but his sister was too strong.

Compared with her, his younger sister was different. Although she was defiant, she was totally submissive, willing to cooperate with whatever he thought, and would acquiesce as long as he coaxed her a little – and even though she would verbally object, her body would yield like water and change according to his wishes.

When he arrived, the enemy forces that he had defeated were still lying on the battlefield, incapable of getting up, without any power to counterattack. The previous resentment had all dissolved into soft affection.

Therefore, the current Feng Qing’an was like a victorious young general returning home, filled with high fighting spirit and full of confidence.