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Hugging the disciple of Ice Emperor Palace, as pale as white paper, Feng Qing’an was caught off guard when he heard the sudden voice in his heart. His feelings were a jumble of emotions, unsure of how to react.

Grateful? Disappointed?

That Dong Huang left soon after some hesitation, leaving him with his younger sister Nan Ge, Feng Qing’an realized that this country leader did not have a particularly strong possessiveness towards him. However, the desire to infringe was especially intense.

Now, hearing what You Huang, the country leader, said to him, Feng Qing’an was convinced that Dong Huang had no intention to become lifelong Daoist partners with him. If he had such intentions, how could he have such an indifferent and open-minded attitude?

According to Dong Huang’s values, weren’t three wives and four concubines considered normal for cultivators like him? Feng Qing’an had never seen this country leader look down on himself like this.

It was precisely because he had no expectations for their future together that he had a nonchalant attitude towards everything that currently existed. Regardless of what he got up to, he simply looked on with indifference, sometimes even with an encouraging demeanor.

“What are you thinking about? Hurry up and save her. If you don’t intervene soon, she might end up under my command and serve me!”

The cold voice of Dong Huang rang out, unaware that her casual attitude had shocked Feng Qing’an.

“How did you manage to tolerate that old ghost for so long? That old ghost never took you seriously.”

As Feng Qing’an muttered to himself, he was ready to save the girl. However, as soon as his head bowed, his eyes met a pair of pure and shimmering eyes. The clear pupils concealed a divine radiance that seemed to penetrate everything.

Looking at these eyes that had been watching him without him knowing, Feng Qing’an’s heart skipped a beat. The eyes contained countless layers of hexagonal ice crystals, a sight that was both magnificent and dreamlike.

“…”

One look and it was clear these eyes possessed some unique divine power—ordinary humans did not have eyes like this.

Practicing a unique pupil skill that can see through illusions and reveal the truth is almost every cultivator’s choice. Unless there were no other options, cultivators wouldn’t mind causing fundamental structural changes to their eyes.

“Did you see?”

The calm gaze of the girl, along with the oddity hidden within, gave Feng Qing’an an ominous feeling. He cautiously asked.

“Hmm!”

The girl, devoid of any color, gave a faint reply. Feng Qing’an’s mouth twitched, unsure of what to say.

He hadn’t been able to find the girl among the millions of lanterns, yet he had no idea where the old ghost had hidden her. She seemed to be able to observe his every move.

On reflection, he could see that he had truly been fooled. He should never have believed a single word the old ghost said, even after his demise, he left him a big mess. His stance on the “Fusion God Skill” was regarded as a crooked path in the world of cultivation, or at the very least, a side path.

“Don’t worry, I won’t speak out.”

Perhaps sensing Feng Qing’an’s complicated emotions, Su Qingying assured him. However, it didn’t ease Feng Qing’an’s mind. Instead, he fell silent, his inscrutable gaze locked on her.

“It’s true that you have your secrets, but every one of us Daoist disciples has their own secrets that we do not share with others. The way you are is nothing special. I have seen other Daoist disciples who are even more demonic than you.”

Under Feng Qing’an’s silent gaze, even the normally reserved disciple of Ice Emperor Palace began to speak more, abandoning her usual reticence.

Because she too felt that she had seen far too much that she shouldn’t have. This wasn’t just a simple secret, there was nothing normal about the man from head to toe.

In her current weak state, she had seen too many things that she shouldn’t have. If this man, who was like a ghost, wanted to do something to her, it would be all too easy.

Even if he had to consider the presence of so many Daoist disciples outside and not harm her life, it was still possible to use a secret technique to infiltrate her soul and erase the memories of her recent experiences. By doing so, even though she was still alive, she would be essentially incapacitated.

“Is that so?”

Feng Qing’an was skeptical. He had seen the true form of the young sect leader of the Ghost Soul Sect. The figure, completely abandoning its human form, had transformed into a menacing and loathsome demon.

The Daoist disciples he had encountered so far had largely maintained their human form. Even if there had been some changes, they were mostly confined to features such as eyes, nose, and mouth. These minor changes didn’t seem significant.

“Have you heard of the fundamental secret of the All-encompassing Sect, the ‘Seven Birds Transformation’?”

“Do I look like someone who has?”

All the peculiarities of Feng Qing’an faded away, even the divine weapons, immortal artifacts, and Buddha treasures that he had been flaunting were withdrawn. He returned to being a handsome young man in a white dragon robe, appearing harmless and friendly.

“The ‘Seven Birds Transformation’ includes the transformations of seven divine birds. Peacock Transformation, Dapeng Transformation, Honghu Transformation, Golden Phoenix Transformation, Snow Phoenix Transformation, Azure Luan Transformation, and Great Wind Transformation. If you can individually master any of these, you can be a true disciple of the All-encompassing Sect. If you can master two, you become the chief.”

Remembering that Feng Qing’an, despite being a “country bumpkin” who had never even heard of the Star Lodging Sect, Su Qingying skipped talking about the All-encompassing Sect and introduced him to the ‘Seven Birds Transformation’ instead.