The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World - Chapter 531 - 314 Feng Qing’an, you really deserve to die!_2

Chapter 531: Chapter 314 Feng Qing’an, you really deserve to die!_2

As long as one is not blind, it’s evident that there’s a very intimate relationship between the ethereal and pure young girl, who seemed as if she were an angel fallen from above, and the ruler of the country.

Since they looked so exceedingly similar, though one had a mature demeanor and acted in a domineering manner, like the blazing day sun, while the other was like an immature fruit hanging in a tree, still not ripe.

“You are not allowed to fight anymore!”

The hurriedly arriving young girl, Nan Ge, stared seriously and sternly at the five somewhat embarrassed Ghost Kings. Although her strength was inferior to theirs, her voice was gentle, yet carried the tone of issuing commands.

“But, your highness, the sovereign has already ordered us to capture all of them.”

Having heard Nan Ge’s words, the faces of the Ghost Kings revealed their difficulties.

In fact, whether it was the Ghost Kings or Nan Ge, it was their first time seeing each other. However, all the Ghost Kings already knew that their sovereign had a sister.

So, upon seeing Nan Ge for the first time and confirming her identity, the Ghost Kings consciously adjusted their position, knowing what attitude they should adopt to face the sovereign’s younger sister.

“I’ll take over the task you haven’t completed. From now on, don’t worry about anything, don’t do anything. Stand by and watch, and don’t interfere with my business. Do you understand?”

Though anxious inside, Nan Ge finished relaying the instructions as per someone’s directions.

Upon hearing the request from the sovereign’s sister they were meeting for the first time, the Ghost Kings fell silent, not knowing what to do. Even if they weren’t fond of thinking normally, they knew they absolutely couldn’t bother their sovereign at this time, as that would mean seeking their own death.

“…”

The Ghost Kings stayed silent, not responding, while Nan Ge ignored them and turned to look at the five cultivators from the Taoist sect, who had stopped their actions and were looking at each other, not knowing how to react.

“Feng Qing’an sent me to find you, to protect you. Can you come with me?”

Looking at these unique young men and women, Nan Ge felt a familiar sensation, but she quickly ran through her thoughts and couldn’t figure out where she had seen them, or someone similar.

However, Nan Ge quickly put aside these confusing thoughts. The most important thing for her right now was to fulfill the request that Feng Qing’an had suddenly made of her. She couldn’t let Feng Qing’an be disappointed. These days, she felt useless to both Feng Qing’an and her sister. This was the first time Feng Qing’an had specifically asked for her help; she had to do it well.

“Feng Qing’an sent you? Go with you? Who are you?”

Even though Nan Ge’s spirit was pure and ethereal, contrasting greatly with the Ghost Creatures, the similarity between her face and Dong Huang’s couldn’t help but bring to mind their recent encounter, where they were ruthlessly crushed without any fighting back. This caused their gaze towards Nan Ge to have some differences.

“I am Feng Qing’an’s… wife!”

There was a brief pause when the girl identified herself, and then her face, like sheep fat jade, suddenly flushed with a bit of redness. Her appearance was that of a young girl smitten by a sweet nothing whispered in her ear just a moment ago by a suitor; she was innocent and her heart was moved.

“Feng Qing’an’s wife?”

The playboy cultivator holding the yellow talisman shouted out loud, Xin Fu stared at Nan Ge in utter disbelief, and then couldn’t help but ask,

“Then, what is your relationship with the sovereign of You Huang Ghost Country?”

“She’s my sister!”

Nan Ge’s voice was as ethereal as the song of an oriole from the valley, her gaze pure and clear, her bright eyes epitomizing the essence of innocence.

“Wait, isn’t Feng Qing’an your sister’s King’s Consort? How did you become his wife?”

Xin Fu had some difficulty accepting this result. There were even veins bulging on his forehead.

“There’s no conflict here. Both my sister and I are his wives!”

The fairy-like young girl who looked like she was in her teens and had an innocent and romantic air about her casually stated something that would have the equivalent effect of setting the inner disciples of Taoism on fire.

“All his wives?!”

Xin Fu gritted his teeth, his fists began to tighten. Not only him, but also the severely injured Jin Wuying, a true disciple of Xu Wutian, who is almost paralyzed, his teeth gnashed loudly.

“This bastard!”

“What are we reduced to this for?”

Red eyes in fury, Xin Fu, surrounded by ghost creatures and hunted by ghost kings, did not feel such suppressed rage before.

He, a true disciple of the Floating Life Realm, was fighting life and death for a playboy gratifying himself on both sides in the underworld, even ready to give up his life and possessions. Luckily, he was stopped, otherwise, wouldn’t he be a laughingstock?

“Damn it! He deserves to die!”

“What are you doing? Why are you cursing Feng Qing’an?”

Nan Ge frowned slightly, looking at the two suddenly irritable human cultivators as if they wanted to kill someone.

If it weren’t for Feng Qing’an asking her to hold back, and reminding her constantly at her ear, she would have ordered the ghost kings to take action against these guys. She couldn’t tolerate anyone saying anything bad about Feng Qing’an in front of her.

“Doesn’t this bastard deserve to be cursed? I thought he was having a hard time in the underworld? Instead, he got you and your sister.”

Envy, resentment, and hatred that Xin Fu couldn’t suppress came out in his eyes. He had risked his life for such a guy. It was truly not worth it.

“Exactly, when we saw him, he looked totally drained. We thought he was your sister’s furnace tripod, and wanted to rescue him, but now… the bastard, he deserves to die!”

Jin Wuying was so envious that he was almost grinding his teeth into powder. His judgment that Feng Qing’an was a furnace tripod for rejuvenation was undoubtedly a mistake. Which family’s tripod could hook up with its legitimate sister?

The guy was clearly overwhelmed by the country’s master, but even though he was busy, he still provoked the younger sister. And from the looks of it, he could manipulate her freely. What virtues and abilities did this guy have to encounter such sisters?

“Rejuvenation?!”

However, what the resentful, envious, and silent Taoist disciples didn’t expect was that the ethereal and out-of-the-world young girl, just like a heavenly fairy, became stunned after hearing what Jin Wuying said. She smiled faintly and her peerless face suddenly froze,

“What are you talking about? You mean, my sister rejuvenated with Feng Qing’an?”

“You don’t know?”

At this time, not only Xin Fu and Jin Wuying, but even Hua Qingyu was a bit strange. The girl just said that you two sisters share a husband. Isn’t that the expression you should show when you hear that your sister has rejuvenated your husband?

“They really…my sister, really rejuvenated him?!”

Nan Ge’s voice was trembling at this moment, full of disbelief and a rising sense of grievance.

“Yes, that’s right. When I saw your husband, he couldn’t even stand, and needed people to support him.”

Xin Fu quickly noticed something was wrong. His initially irritable character quickly changed into a fire starter, adding fuel to the fire.

“If it were someone else, they might think that your husband was seriously injured. But I could tell at a glance that he just had intercourse and was severely depleted of energy. That’s why he looked like that.”

“Sister!”

The brilliance in the young girl’s eyes instantly dimmed, leaving her dull as if she had turned into a statue.

“No, I won’t accept it. I knew Feng Qing’an first, I came first.”

The brilliant and dazzling purple immortal light burst out from the young girl’s body, as Nan Ge no longer cared about these humans and turned to rush towards the towering palace.

“Why? He is mine!”