The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

Chapter 515: Chapter 307: A Re-run of the Past

“Who are you?”

Upon hearing Feng Qing’an speak, the many talented individuals who had been discussing how to temporarily trap the lord of the Ghost Nation or slightly hinder his actions, all turned their gazes towards Feng Qing’an. A youth with a handsome face and an air of captivating charm scrutinized Feng Qing’an.

Because he was brought by Hua Qingyu, the true inheritor of the Star Lodging Sect, no one questioned whether Feng Qing’an was suspicious. But they also didn’t ask him much. After glancing at him briefly, they didn’t pay him any more attention, as they were focused on the matter at hand.

The main thing was that Feng Qing’an’s current appearance made it hard for people to consider forming connections with him. Even though his stature was upright and his facial features were sharply defined, he walked falteringly, his face was pale, and he looked overcome with exhaustion.

Hua Qingyu, in her innocence, assumed that this was because Feng Qing’an had suffered heavy injuries while dealing with a ghost king, leading to a considerable loss of vitality. However, most of the dominant practitioners present were men, and they saw through the real reason behind Feng Qing’an’s condition.

This was clearly a sign of indulgence in sensual pleasures leading to heavy loss of vital essence. Although cultivators are not shamed by such conduct, those with a lucid sense of consciousness know the importance of restraint and would never let themselves reach such a state.

Despite Feng Qing’an’s appearance and his endorsement by Hua Qingyu, the people present essentially viewed him as an insignificant figure— if he couldn’t even resist a mere temptation of beauty, what achievements could he possibly have in his cultivation journey?

Only Jin Wuying, the true inheritor of the Xu Wutian sect who had seen Feng Qing’an’s anomaly, was somewhat surprised. However, he didn’t expect that as soon as Feng Qing’an spoke, he would shatter their assumptions, claiming their whole plan and calculation was futile.

“Nan Hua Continent, a nameless independent practitioner, Feng Qing’an.”

Feng Qing’an knew that his current appearance of a dissolute and unconstrained young master looked somewhat unsightly, but with his back against the wall, he remained calm and gave a polite bow.

“An independent practitioner?”

The charismatic youth who asked the question scoffed and didn’t look at Feng Qing’an, instead turning his gaze toward Hua Qingyu, who had brought him in.

“Hua Zhenchuan, where did you find this guy? He’s too sly. He came all the way here and still tries to hide from us.”

“I’ve never seen an independent practitioner with such a physique.”

An innocent-looking child with peach fuzz still on his cheeks, who spoke with the sweet voice of a child, retorted.

Their reactions were just like those of Hua Qingyu and Jin Wuying when they first saw Feng Qing’an, even though his Bead of Heaven and Earth concealed him.

However, based on his movements, the impact he had on the surrounding things, and the flow of spiritual Qi around him, they could roughly determine his realm.

Even if the power of the secret treasure is concealed, as long as one breathes, absorbs and refines the surrounding spiritual Qi, or even just moves, it will inevitably affect the surrounding things. And the changes and impacts on the surroundings allow one to infer their true abilities.

Feng Qing’an might have the appearance of a debauched playboy, but the spiritual Qi naturally rushing into his body while he walked couldn’t deceive them.

It’s just like martial artists in their early years, those who can eat more than their peers during the initial build-up of their physical body boast better natural talent. If a person still eats as delicately as a high-class lady even after training in martial arts, it’s doubtful they could succeed.

Cultivators eat dew and breathe spiritual Qi, so they don’t compare who eats more like crude martial artists. The measure of a cultivator’s realm and cultivation talent can be understood by the amount of spiritual Qi they can inhale and exhale.

A cultivator with high realm and extraordinary talent can pretend to be weak and incompetent. Still, it is impossible the other way around, power cannot be concealed by weakness.

“He didn’t lie to you, he is indeed an independent practitioner, and his cultivation talent is very good. Unfortunately, his path was a little off.”

Without thinking, Hua Qingyu instinctively defended Feng Qing’an. After all, he was brought over by her, and their doubts about Feng Qing’an were also directed towards her.

“Has good cultivation talent? How good?”

Hua Qingyu’s silence was unproblematic, but her praise for an unknown man’s talent as the true successor of the Star Lodging Sect immediately caught everyone’s attention.

A woman with a cold face, as if carved from black ice, spoke up. Her piercing gaze roamed over Feng Qing’an as if cutting him with a sharp sword, causing a painful sensation in his cheek.

This female prodigy didn’t harbor much favor towards him. Feng Qing’an felt contempt hidden deep in her eyes.

However, he could understand it. After all, he looked like a man who indulged in wine and sex. Under such circumstances, being looked down upon was quite normal.

“Anyone who can be praised by Hua Zhenchuan must be extraordinarily talented and must be at least a daoist from a major Immortal Sect. I wonder if you would be kind enough to demonstrate your skills for us and enlighten us.”

The handsome young man with his hair tied with a jade hairpin, wearing a white robe and a green outer coat, looked at Feng Qing’an with a half-smile, half-smirk. His attitude seemed expectant, yet sarcastic, leaving one unsure of his real feelings.

“Feng Qing’an, show your pulse to these arrogant people and show them what a real prodigy looks like.”

Hua Qingyu also looked at Feng Qing’an, seemingly looking forward to the commotion that would follow.

“If you want to communicate with these people as equals, you must show your talent. Otherwise, they won’t take anything you say seriously.”

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