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Feng Qing’an sensed the satisfied demeanor of the kitten and transmitted a casual thought. He saw the pleased expression of the kitten freeze for a moment,

It only lasted for a fleeting moment, after which the little thing simply lowered its head, acting as if nothing had happened, and continued to lick its tiny pink paw. But Feng Qing’an could clearly detect that it clenched its paws. The concealed claws hidden within the soft pads seemed ready to burst forward at any moment.

However, the kitten restrained itself. In a situation where Demonic Power was of no use, its current white tiger bloodline couldn’t bring much benefit and was just good for being fondled and teased by others.

“The Formless Heavenly Demon capable of leading Buddha astray?”

The kitten tried to play it cool, not realizing that its current thoughts were being peered into by Feng Qing’an using their Soul Contract. The huge disparity left it with no secrets before Feng Qing’an.

“Right, you should work towards this direction. However, you can’t neglect the cultivation of your white tiger bloodline. If there is an imbalance with your Divine Demons, and you become a real Heavenly Demon, I’m afraid I’ll have to get rid of you. My big brother probably wouldn’t tolerate your existence.”

Feng Qing’an conveyed this horrifying information with the gentlest of thoughts. The little black cat, which maintained an apparent relaxed demeanor, suddenly bristled, transforming into a small puffball, looking incredibly cute.

“Young Sect Master, did Jun Yan sense any danger?”

Seeing the kitten suddenly puff up its fur, two nearby elders became gravely anxious. According to the memories imprinted in them by the Heavenly Demon White Tiger, Jun Yan, with its bloodline of the Bloodthirsty Black Tiger, was a ferocious beast capable of devouring the Ghost Creatures and was extremely spiritually reactive.

“Nothing, I was just playing with it. You two, come lift up the litter.”

Feng Qing’an waved his hand, taking out a blood palanquin.

Even though it stood in the middle of nothingness, this blood-streaked litter engraved with countless ghastly ghosts exuded a gloomy aura. Chains of skulls dangling from the four corners fluttered, making strange clattering noises. Various faces emerged on the animal hide curtain of the litter, male and female, old and young, issuing silent roars.

“Yes.”

Even in front of this frightening blood palanquin, the two elders displayed no abnormalities. They walked to the front and back of the litter and waited respectfully for Feng Qing’an to take his seat.

Observing that these two Mixed Elixir Cultivators truly showed no anomalies, Feng Qing’an retracted his spectral illusion under his control. These two old guys failed to realize this was an illusion, and simply thought it was a mysterious Ghost Path Divine Power.

“Head back to the sect!”

Fighting nausea, Feng Qing’an climbed into the blood palanquin. After lifting the ominous curtain, he found that it was another world inside. Despite the disconcerting blood-red color, a seductive, fragrant scent lingered in the air.

“Begin moving!”

The two Cultivators lifted the blood palanquin, transforming into a surge of red and black light rising into the sky. Feng Qing’an, seated within, didn’t feel any swaying motion.

“Someone sure knows how to enjoy.”

After taking a look at the features of the blood palanquin, Feng Qing’an shifted his focus to the approaching Ghost Soul Sect. Although he had seen it countless times in the false memories of the younger sect master he was posing as, it was incomparable to seeing it in person.

“Young Sect Master, we will be returning to the sect shortly.”

After sweeping past towering mountains and ridges, the blood palanquin crashed into an invisible barrier. The intense spiritual Qi with a hint of Yin coldness flooded towards them, and a vast sea of clouds appeared before their eyes.

“Is this… the Ghost Soul Sect?!”

Feng Qing’an lifted the curtain of the litter and looked down at the roiling vast sea of clouds beneath. The haphazardly arranged mountains of varying heights, like islands in the sea, were scattered haphazardly above the boundless cloud sea.

“A sect with only three Human Immortals has such a grand scale. What would it be like if a Heavenly Immortal were overseeing it?”

Gazing down at the exotic beasts shuttling within the sea of clouds and the ceaseless mystical lights and sword aura, the young man couldn’t help but exclaim.

“Young Sect Master, do you want to return to your cave residence?”

At this moment, a respectfully aging voice came from up front. It was one of the elder litter bearers asking the question.

“Where else do you think I could go if not to the Cave Sky? Visit my harsh and thankless father? So that he could mock me?”

A frigid voice echoed, causing the elder carrying the sedan chair to break out in a cold sweat.

“I’ll take you back to Cave Sky now.”

Feng Qing’an, with his icy voice, breathed a silent sigh of relief. He had just passed through the Mountain-protecting Array unscathed; his previous worries were unnecessary.

Those Human Immortals simply didn’t have the time. Even if one of them did value the young sect leader, it didn’t mean he could see him at any time, let alone fussing over him every time he leaves the sect.

The pursuit of disaster prevention and evil avoidance, and the prolongation of life through various means, by the Earth Immortals, leaves them with no time to meddle in sect affairs. They would pay even less attention to the mundane matters of the mortal realm.

Therefore, the only one he needed to deal with was his sect leader father. Fortunately, his father, engrossed in his taste for sect power, remained oblivious to his imposture as the young sect leader. After returning to the sect, Feng Qing’an could go directly back to Cave Sky without having to deal with anyone else.

As the numerous disciples watched in reverence, the blood sedan chair transformed into a streak of mysterious light, darting straight into the depths of the cloud sea and eventually landing on a bronze platform extending from a collection of buildings constructed on the edge of a cliff.

“Master, you’re finally back, I’ve missed you so much!”

“You haven’t come to me for so long. Will you choose me first today?”

“I’m so hungry! Master, you should feed me!”

“Master is mine today. None of you can compete with me!”

“You shameless servant, you dare to vie with me for the master?!”

As soon as the blood sedan chair landed, spectral smoke, emanating a soulful aura, surged from the palace built on the cliff, landing on the bronze platform, and morphed into one beautiful Spectral Soul after another, each with its unique charm.

When Feng Qing’an stepped out of the blood sedan chair, the multitude of Spectral Soul girls flocked around him, jostling for his attention. Some even resorted to the secret arts of Divine Power, resulting in a chaotic scene on the ordinarily calm bronze platform.

“Young sect leader, we shall take our leave.”

Witnessing this scene, full of enchanting implications, like a tapestry of lustful images unfolding, the two elders with their gazes fixed on their hearts, tactfully took their leave from Feng Qing’an.

“Hmm, get lost!”

Feng Qing’an opened his arms, enclosing four screaming Spectral Soul girls in his embrace, and waved his hand impatiently.

“We won’t disturb your enjoyment, young sect leader.”

Seeing the young sect leader already engulfed by a swarm of girls, the two elders exchanged a glance, then a smile, before leaving the scene without delay.

“Master, while you were away, I practiced the Xiao technique. I’ll play it for you later.”

“And what’s so special about that? I have mastered the art of horseback riding, which will surely please you!”

“I’ve learned the art of arranging flowers and jade tokens…”

Amid the soft murmurings of the crowd, Feng Qing’an, like a debauched youth engrossed in spectral beauty, led the stunning Spectral Souls into a bronze palace.

Once inside the palace, an array of Spectral Soul girls began to undress, revealing their stunning curves and charms, in an attempt to catch Feng Qing’an’s momentary gaze.

Clang! Clang!

A long-suppressed, high-pitched phoenix cry rang out, and the Ice-blue Phoenix burst out from the youth with a sullen expression. With a monumental pressure akin to the collaose of the heavens or overturning of the sea, it swept across the palace, threatening to crush the oblivious Spectral Souls into dust.

“Their sins do not warrant death. There’s no need for this.”

On seeing the Mysterious Phoenix Seal about to crush all these Spectral Souls, Feng Qing’an hastily intervened. Not that he couldn’t bear to see these beautiful specters perish, but these specters were essential to sustaining his false identity.