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“Hmm, I understand.”

Feng Qing’an immediately understood. As a newcomer, if he wanted to enter the circle of Taoism geniuses, he needed to have the qualifications to converse with them on equal footing.

This qualification involved neither his sect background, nor his Cultivation Skills, nor the divine weapons in his hands, but their innate physique and talent that allowed them to override their fellow cultivators and stand at the forefront of their peers.

How could one display a cultivator’s talent and potential?

For cultivators who have already opened their Immortal veins, there’s nothing simpler and more direct to prove oneself than the phenomenon created when opening the Immortal veins.

The evolution of the phenomenon not only depends on a cultivator’s innate talent and physique, but also the cultivator’s acquired efforts, which have a significant weight. There are cultivators with ordinary bodies who’ve managed to evolve into top three-grade or even first-grade veins through Qi Condensation Realm’s accumulation.

The reason why geniuses are geniuses is not only because their starting point suppresses most people from birth, but more importantly, their acquired efforts also surpass countless cultivators in the world.

Underworld Heaven

Feng Qing’an was extremely confident in the Immortal Grade Phenomenon he cultivated with the “Six Yin Netherworld Immortal Scripture”. This was because even the creator of the Sutras or the founding master of the Ghost Soul Sect did not necessarily cultivate first-grade veins.

However, he cultivated to Immortal grade with it, surpassing all cultivators who practiced this method. This was an insurmountable peak that any successors of this Cultivation Skill couldn’t possibly surpass, no matter what.

After all, which cultivator with the potential to cultivate to Immortal Grade Phenomenon would practice such an unorthodox Immortal Sutra? It would be self-destruction. Only someone like him, who already possesses immortality and disregards “Lifespan”, would act so recklessly.

Grey-black fog quietly emerged around Feng Qing’an, slightly hinting at the concept of a tiny universe. The golden dragons and jade phoenixes on the wing-tips of the engraved beams, the mighty lion on the purple-gold incense burner, the peach-bearing immortal on the eight-fold jade screen… Various treasure objects exuding clear aura and mysterious light were suddenly covered by a layer of shadows.

Immortal spirits and divine beasts turned fierce and vicious. The kind-looking immortal of blessing and wealth also turned cold and harsh. This little universe, independent of the Ghost City, instantly turned into a wicked land, far more perilous than the streets of Ghost City filled with countless ghosts.

“Hua Qingyu, who did you bring here?”

The cultivator that seemed like a kid got frightened and started crying. He swung his somewhat chubby hand lightly, and a bright, golden rope appeared in his hand, full of immortal light, dancing around him like a dragon or a snake.

“A Ghost Cultivator?”

A female cultivator, seemingly sculpted out of ice, slightly frowned. Her pale red lips slightly parted, letting out a mysterious light that turned into a crystal-clear icy jade flying sword. It floated by her side, sprinkling crystalline ice particles. It seemed otherworldly, as though a sword immortal had descended.

“Are you a human or a ghost?”

The young genius who previously had a somewhat puzzled smile on his face could no longer laugh. His expression became tense, his face serious. He reached into his sleeve and pulled out a strange-look jade cover with flashing fire-light within it and faint sounds of dragon roars.

“What are you doing? Trying to start a fight under the gaze of that Ghost Immortal? Didn’t you ask to see this? This is the phenomenon Feng Qing’an cultivated!”

Hua Qingyu was also startled by the phenomenon displayed by Feng Qing’an. The first time Feng Qing’an showed them, it was nowhere near as spectacular as this.

The only one who was somewhat prepared was Xu Wutian, who had already vanished into the void and hid somewhere unknown. However, he was also quite shocked.

He knew Feng Qing’an was exceptional and hid many secrets, yet he did not expect him to be so terrifying. The gathering place was arranged jointly by a group of geniuses like them.

Because it was located within the country of Ghost Immortals in the underworld, they put a lot of effort into it, even considering the worst-case scenario. They left themselves some time to use their hidden means to escape.

But now, their home field that they’d prepared for themselves had become incredibly alien. The sense of the layout they initially left was still there, but it felt as if it was separated by an extremely distant distance, difficult to touch.

“This isn’t a phenomenon that humans can cultivate!”

The young cultivator holding a fire-light stone hood stared at Feng Qing’an tightly, ready to throw it at the slightest wrongdoing.

Although he was extremely wary of Feng Qing’an, he had to admit that the grade of the pulse he had cultivated was unbelievably high, going beyond the mere first or second grades, perhaps even reaching the Immortal grade that he had always dreamed of.

“So, when I said that Feng Qing’an is on the wrong path, none of you listened to me, right?”

Seeing everyone pull out their secret treasures gifted by the elders, Hua Qingyu grew a bit annoyed. A thread of starlight rose from her head and slowly unfolded, transforming into an incomparable and resplendent scroll.

An extensive and immense aura spread out from it. In that boundless and vast dark starry sky, countless stars twinkled, eternal and undying.

“I warn you all, Feng Qing’an is my intended Founding Disciple. If anyone dares to hurt him, I will never let it go!”

The golden-haired girl, standing under the timeless scroll of the starry sky, seemed to overflow with radiance, radiating a powerful and imposing aura.

Including the young cultivator, all three cultivators put away the secret treasures in their hands when they saw the starry sky scroll above the girl’s head, turning their attention to something that deserved more attention.

“Founding Disciple?”

Although Feng Qing’an only “slightly” exhibited his talent, the expressions of those in the scene who had been looking at Feng Qing’an – still pale, with extremely diminished vitality, showing not much change from before – had completely changed.

“What does that mean?”

The female cultivator, who seemed to be carved from millennium-old profound ice, furrowed her brows, sensing something.

“Look, as you can see, what Feng Qing’an is now practicing is not suitable for our human race, so he has decided to disperse his cultivation and start over, and he’s going to take me as his master!”

The golden-haired girl saw how all the talents who had finally calmed their overreactions under her “dominance” were now listening carefully to her words. She slightly smirked, hands on her hips declaring her ownership over Feng Qing’an.

“Disperse his cultivation and start over!?”

The cultivator who appeared to be a ten-year-old child gasped, looking at Feng Qing’an with a hint of admiration.

“Are you really considering this?”

“I indeed plan to disperse my cultivation and start over, but I haven’t decided to join the Star Lodging Sect yet.”

Feng Qing’an casually put away the Netherworld Universe, then corrected a certain shameless person who attempted to seize the opportunity to claim advantage.

“Feng Qing’an, I have been defending you this whole time and instead of being grateful and swearing to take me as your teacher here and now, you even tarnish my prestige, so I won’t help you next time.”

Hua Qingyu, seeing the young man ruthlessly exposing her, instantly deflated. She put away the starry sky scroll from above her head, crossed her arms over her chest, and walked off in a huff, appearing as if she had no interest in interacting with him.

“I’ve made a wrong decision once, how could I be wrong a second time? Cultivation is not child’s play.”

Feng Qing’an looked serious. Although he was theoretically immortal and had infinite chances to correct mistakes, this was not something he could expose in front of others.

“Fellow Daoist Feng speaks the truth. We, cultivators, need to find the best path for ourselves in order to advance further. If we have chosen a dead-end, like fellow Daoist has now, he still has the chance to realize his mistake with sudden enlightenment. However, most cultivators in this world don’t have the chance to choose again.”

Upon hearing Feng Qing’an’s words, the cultivator in white robe and green shirt’s eyes lit up. He was no longer as indifferent or resistant as before, becoming much more enthusiastic instead.