Chapter 100: Chapter 100: Bead of Heaven and Earth
Translator: 549690339
Feng Qing’an knew why the brocade chicken wasn’t pretending to be oblivious today, but did genuinely stick its head in a crack in the wall. If he could, he would want to do the same.
The two prominent monarchs were existences on par with the mountain god.
However, unlike the mountain god that was confined to Green Python Mountain, both of them had traveled from the underworld to the mortal realm.
Ignoring their relative strength for a moment, these figures in front of him boasted more freedom than the mountain god!
Moreover, Feng Qing’an learnt again that the power ratings provided by the appraisal could only be taken as a reference.
Even though they seemed equal, it was clear from their hierarchical relationship who the master and who the subordinate was. The Turbid Evil King in front of him and the Yin Spirit on his shoulder revealed their relative strengths unmistakably.
Without a special reason, no spirit would submit to a weaker being.
Just based on what he saw, Nangong’s sister was definitely stronger than the Yin Spirit on his shoulder. Although they seemed to be on the same level, the former might have reached the limit of this level, while the latter was probably just barely beginning.
“Weakling!”
Standing at his room’s doorway, Feng Qing’an glanced at the utterly useless and embarrassingly cowardly Five-colored Brocade Chicken. After taking a deep breath, he gripped the sword at his waist and walked in.
Upon entering the room, Feng Qing’an saw the leader of the Ghost Nation picking a book from his shelf and reading it with interest. The enveloping aura of righteousness naturally emanating from the book had no effect on her.
Seeing this, An felt quite relieved but couldn’t avoid feeling a little nervous.
If the aura of righteousness doesn’t harm Donghuang, then it indicates that Nangong’s sister is not a malevolent figure. Otherwise, the golden radiance wouldn’t naturally flow as it did now.
Even so, it did not change the identity of the being in front of him. She was Nangong’s sister, a being he had unintentionally glimpsed not long ago.
“Are you Feng Qing’an, correct?”
When Feng Qing’an entered the room, Donghuang, the one holding the book, turned around. Surprisingly, she neither questioned nor criticized him – which was remarkably different from what he had imagined — and even appeared quite friendly.
“Correct!”
Feng Qing’an nodded, with his hand still on his sword at his waist.
“Have a seat, let’s talk. As for the sword at your waist, it is certainly extraordinary, but it’s useless against me. I’ve seen real relics of the saints!”
Donghuang walked leisurely to Feng Qing’an’s bed, sat down, and spoke with an easy and casual tone, as if she truly didn’t care for the sword at Feng Qing’an’s waist.
But how could the sword that once terrified all the beasts in the mountains fail to move the master of the Ghost Country? It was simply that her perspective and courage far surpassed that of the mountain god!
Feng Qing’an said nothing, sitting at his desk, the sword from his waist now resting on the tabletop.
For now, Nangong’s sister seemed to bear him no ill will, but her aim remained unclear.
“Can you tell me, how did you and my sister Nangong meet?”
A casual glance at the sword lying on the table, the dark red scabbard was so eye-catching to Donghuang. That wasn’t the original color of the scabbard, but a hue dyed by blood.
If the sword were to be swung at her, it would inevitably pose a threat. However, Donghuang had confidence that the sword would not unsheathe to strike her. She knew what she had done in the past.
Saintly tools had never harmed her. The sword would do the same.
“In a dream!”
Feng Qing’an truthfully answered.
The older brother is like a father, and the older sister is akin to a mother.
Even though the Ghost Country’s leader present here and Nangong were sisters, judging by the power gap between them, perhaps Donghuang shouldered the role of a mother in their relationship, despite both of them being Innate Yin Spirits!
“I heard from Nangong that the first time you actively sought her in the underworld!”
“Indeed it was!”
Feng Qing’an admitted this. He had indeed sought out Nangong, but he hadn’t expected to find her.
“You actively sought her out!”
Donghuang nodded slightly. Since it was the youth who had willingly bound himself with her sister, there was no problem.
“What do you think of my sister?”
“This…”
Feng Qing’an faltered for a moment. How was he supposed to evaluate her?
Good, of course. Seeing her every day and her throwing embraces his way, how could it not be good(
Her slender figure, curvy physique, elegant and charming postures, skin purer than snow and her sweet, rich fragrance.
But were these things that he could mention to her sister standing in front of him now?
“What? You’ve spent quite some time together, don’t tell me you have no opinion about my sister?”
“Nangong has so many praiseworthy qualities that it’s hard to put them into words!”
“Oh? Then just say a few things at random. I just want to hear your thoughts about my sister!”
“Innocently romantic, clever and intelligent, graceful and virtuous…”
Feng Qing’an pondered for a moment and started speaking. He turned his mind inside out to heap all the praises he could think of on Nangong.
Praise was good. How could he say anything derogatory when meeting Nangong’s sister for the first time? Moreover, there was nothing undesirable about Nangong, maybe except for her being overly clingy.
“Enough!”
He had barely started praising Nangong when Donghuang cut him off. The master of the Ghost Nation, who typically treated everyone apart from her sister with cold indifference, revealed a light smile at Feng Qing’an and said,
“My sister is not as good as you describe. You’re exaggerating!”
“These are my heartfelt words!”
Feng Qing’an was in no way humble.
“Hmm!”
Donghuang responded without showing whether she believed Feng Qing’an’s praises, and then said,
“You’re doing well!”
Feng Qing’an felt a surge of joy in his heart, and then heard the leader of the
Ghost Nation say,
“I should have brought a gift for my first visit, but I came in a hurry and didn’t have time to prepare anything. I also didn’t know what you would need. But today, now that we’ve met, I know what you need the most. Just wait for a while, and I will come again soon. I will surely present you with a valuable gift! ”
These words left Feng Qing’an confused. What he needed the most? What did he need? How come he didn’t know?
That said, Feng Qing’an picked up on the inadvertent meaning. This being seemed to only come here to inquire about his view of Nangong. After a simple inquiry and listening to his answers, she was ready to leave.
As for the unparalleled view he had unintentionally seen before, she didn’t mention anything about it. Naturally, Feng Qing’an wouldn’t volunteer to talk about it either.
“That’s enough for today, I won’t disturb your rest. As a human, you should follow the natural order of Yin and Yang, rise with the sun and rest at sundown. Get a good night’s sleep.”
Having said that, Donghuang left holding the book. An rose to see her off, ignoring the fact that she was leaving with his book.
“I recall that the Turbid Evil King has a Bead of Heaven and Earth, which can disturb fate and conceal the aura without letting anything show. Even in front of the immortals, they wouldn’t be able to figure things out!”
Standing outside the grand Feng residence, with the doors closed, Donghuang showed a thoughtful expression in her eyes. Turning to the Yin Spirit on her shoulder, she asked,
“If I were to seek the Turbid Evil King, do you think he would give the bead to
“The Bead of Heaven and Earth is the foundation of the Turbid Evil King. If he was to give it away, he would probably make a ludicrous demand of you in return! ”
The Yin Spirit replied with a crisp and innocent voice, sounding like a lark singing in the valley.
“Then let’s just kill him. I am determined to get that bead!”
Donghuang casually remarked..
This chapter is updated by freew(e)bnovel.(c)om