Chapter 320: Chapter 210 Fengtian Underworld_2
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âWhat qualifications do I have? I only have a bit of spiritual energy cultivation, and I canât even defeat the gatekeepers of the Underworld, how could I dare to enter the Underworld just to spectate?â
âLook, an elder has entered!â
Under the gaze of many eyes, an old beggar appeared abruptly at the entrance of the grand Underworld Gate floating above the City God Temple. He wore worn-out clothes, held a bamboo pole in his hand, and hung a yellow gourd around his waist.
The beggar, looking dirty and disheveled, was grinning showing his missing teeth, behaving all jolly and without dignity, he greeted the guards on either side of the gate.
The guards on both sides remained silent, their faces as still as statues, devoid of any reaction, their dead and lifeless expressions were fear-inducing, yet the beggar laughed heartily, without any inhibitions.
âIf you donât make a sound, Iâll take it as your approval. Iâm going in, donât stop me!â
Receiving no response, the beggar didnât get angry or annoyed. Using his bamboo pole for support, he leisurely entered the Underworld with a wavering gait. His figure was soon swallowed up by the surging Yin Qi, disappearing from sight.
âWho is that elder?â
âI donât know!â
âWho recognises him?â
Though the old beggar seemed disheveled, the mere fact that he dared to approach the Underworld gate was noteworthy, indicating that he was a seasoned veteran in the life of cultivation.
âAnother elder is going up!â
At the entrance to the Underworld gate, which had just quieted down, an old ox covered in mud and lazily chewing some grass was led over by a cheerful old farmer.
The farmer tending the ox didnât say anything to the gatekeepers of the Underworld gate; he simply stood there, examined the gate, then stepped into the surging Yin Qi, leading the ox into the Underworld.
Following the demonstration of the two great cultivators, the observing cultivators understood the implication of the Fengtian Underworld: when the gates are open and not shut, it means that the Underworld is admitting visitors today, as long as one has the courage to enter! đđżđČewđbđ§ođđđč.com
Therefore, it didnât take long before a third cultivator stepped into the Underworld gate; a bald monk dressed in a splendid red Kasaya, which was conspicuously vibrant amidst the somber colors of the Underworld gate.
âOh, another great monk has entered. Heâs really daring, isnât he afraid of getting trapped inside and not being able to come out?â
Behind closed doors, numerous cultivators were actively discussing the situation. Several great cultivators one after another took the plunge and ventured into the Underworld. There were handsome, elegant young masters, robust men full of blood and vigour, as well as banished celestial maidens, their faces as radiant as jade, and dressed in splendid silk.
Seeing many cultivators entering the Underworld, several others were itching to follow. However, when they saw a lesser cultivator being thrown down by the surging Yin Qi at the gate, they promptly controlled their impulses, beginning to understand the situation.
Itâs not that anyone can enter the Underworld freely, one must first possess spiritual cultivation thatâs fearless of the chilling Yin Qi of the Underworld. The ease and calm shown by the great cultivators didnât mean that lower cultivators could do the same.
âYoung master, when will you take them away?â
At this moment, a hopeful voice pulled Feng Qingâan back from his contemplation. When he looked down, he saw pairs of hopeful eyes looking expectantly at him.
âIâll take them away right now!â
Feng Qingâan, equally eager to enter the Underworld and see what was going on, no longer had the patience to deal with these ordinary people. Their requests were straightforward.
âYou all follow me!â
âYes, sir!â
Although Feng Qingâan seemed inscrutable, for the men, the composed young man was more trustworthy compared to the repulsive-looking neighbours. At least his gaze held no touch of disgust or aversion.
âHand me the children!â
Feng Qingâan, in his eagerness to reach the Underworld, took hold of the children as soon as the men stepped forward. His hand supported each child, while the men watched anxiously.
âYoung master, youâre back!?â
When Feng Qingâan led the men to his house, his followers immediately gathered around. Having broken free from the bindings of mortals, they could also see the Underworld manifested above Fengtian City. Seeing Feng Qingâanâs figure gave them a sense of calm and reassurance.
Faced with the sudden anomaly, these warriors in Gang Sha state felt utterly helpless, the feeling of being passive recipients of everything was not at all comfortable.
If it werenât for the knowledge of the existence of this Second Young Master Feng, they would now just want to leave Fengtian, avoiding any anonymous changes that might happen later and implicate them.
âHmm, I will go up later, you should settle them down, arrange for them two rooms, or find something for them to do!â
After leading the man and two children to the unremarkable three-entry mansion, Feng Qingâan instructed his steward Zhao.
âYes!â
Although he was unclear as to why Feng Qingâan had brought back a man and two children after a trip out, Steward Zhao didnât ask too many questions.
This was all trivial. He could see at a glance that these three were ordinary people, only that the two children had a bit of Spiritual Qi, but this seemed insignificant compared to what the young master had said.
âYoung Master, are you going up?â
âWith such a big scene, it would be a pity not to join the crowd!â
Feng Qingâan said with a smile.
âSir, you brought me and my children here, what do you plan to do?â
All the way up here, not even touching the ground, the man who was virtually blown here by the wind, his soul still unsettled, quickly hugged the two children, who had been stunned by the incident and forgotten to wail, and then asked cautiously.
âDonât do anything, just live here with your children. You probably canât go back to your old house, you should find someone to sell it!â
âThisâŠâ
Upon hearing Feng Qingâanâs words, the man looked lost and somewhat at a loss.
Decades of neighbors, after something happened to his house, they spat and insulted and blamed, and even tried to push all the things that happened in their homes to his house.
The gentleman he met for the first time, however, reached out to him when he was being pointed at by thousands of people, and this made him somewhat puzzled.
âYou donât mind my wife being a demon?â
âNobody here cares, a demon? Iâve seen a lot of them!â
Feng Qingâan looked at the man and laughed,
âOkay, I donât have time to waste here with you, I have to go out. If Iâm lucky, I might be able to bring your wife back.â
âYou can bring my wife back?â
The man looked at Feng Qingâan in astonishment.
âDonât hope too much, this monk is too fierce. Sen Miao, are you going or not?â
Feng Qingâanâs gaze shifted to Snow Stepping on Dark Clouds, who had come out from the hall.
âGo!â
âThen letâs move!â
The young boy in white clothes mounted his horse, instantly golden scales emerged under the steedâs thick mane and dense clouds diffused out with the emergence of the scales.
In the blink of an eye, the young manâs steed soared into the sky on the clouds, the two wolves, one white and one black, also leaped onto the clouds, and the bewildered man watched all of this with a wide-open mouth.
However, it didnât take long before he couldnât see anything. The sky over the radiant Fengtian city was empty, nothing at all. Thatâs just how it is with the naked eye of mortal.
âWhereâs the gentleman?â
The man couldnât help turning his head to ask the chuckling old steward next to him.
âDad, isnât the big brother right there?â
The girl with tear streaks on her face raised her hand, an innocent look on her face. Reflected in her eyes was the clear image of what was happening in the sky, although she didnât know what this meant.