Chapter 207: Heavenly Dragon Monk
[Species : Garuda]
[Attributes: Monster, Bird, Gold]
[Potential Level: King, Lower]
[Combat Power Level: King·Medium]
In the center of the fourth layer of the cave, a huge bird's nest as big as a mountain was built with black spiritual wood that was as thick as a ten-foot thick and had a golden luster, and abundant spiritual light was rippling on it.
A ferocious bird with golden wings was crawling in the middle. Even though its eyes were closed and it seemed to be asleep, a terrifying murderous aura emanated from it, shocking everyone in all directions.
"This is the most outstanding demon race I have cultivated over more than a thousand years!"
Pulling Feng Qing'an's consciousness, Jiu Ling, who was hovering above the fourth level of the cave, felt extremely complicated.
The reason why it bowed and gave in to Feng Qing'an so easily today, and even relaxed the conditions again and again, and was no longer limited to the demon clan, was because it had made countless attempts in the long years in the past.
It has no time to waste. If it misses Feng Qing'an, only destruction will await it. Therefore, even if it is the human race, if they show it a little possibility, it will let go.
"Is this the most outstanding demon you have trained?"
Feng Qing'an looked at the eagle's nest below and could still see the remnants of black feathers of the ferocious bird, with only the edges of its wings having a golden luster. To be honest, whether judging from its appearance or its potential and combat power, Feng Qing'an thought it was pretty good.
However, this golden-winged bird, which was most likely only at the level of a demon king, was the most outstanding demon cultivated by a cave spirit over a thousand years. It was simply a joke.
If that's true, that guy is so weak in cultivating monsters that it's no wonder he gave up his fantasy.
"I know what you're thinking, but do you know how low this guy's bloodline was in the beginning? It was originally the black-feathered eagle you just saw when you came in. It was me who guided it and allowed its bloodline to transform step by step, even allowing it to have the possibility of transforming into a golden-winged Roc!"
As if he knew that he was being laughed at, Jiu Ling explained with some annoyance.
The potential of the monsters it encountered was so low, what could it do? Even if it wanted to manipulate , there was no room for it to do anything.
At first, it couldn't understand why these monsters were so weak. These guys didn't even have the qualifications to be on-duty monster soldiers in the cave.
Later, it slowly figured it out and realized that the outside world was already the territory of the human race, and that the monsters with potential and talent would not stay here.
What future can the demon race have if they stay in the human race's territory? It's a good thing that they are not strangled. Therefore, after the human race has occupied it for a long time, the demons they encounter are naturally the rotten fish and shrimps that are not worthy of their attention.
I don't want to talk about bloodline or anything like that. Over the past thousand years, there have been at least eight thousand black-feathered eagles born in its cave, but none of them can compare to the golden-winged bird that it has cultivated step by step until now.
But even the demon king that was cultivated with great effort was not pleasing to the eye, because this guy could hardly detect its existence and thought that it had reached this point today only through its own efforts.
In fact, if it had not been secretly supported back then, its bones would have rotted into mud, and it would not have been able to arrogantly build a nest in the cave. It was a great honor for such a creature to be on duty in the cave back then.
"Thank you for your hard work. By the way, has this guy laid eggs?"
He dealt with it in a disjointed manner, listening to the spirit of the cave complaining to him about how difficult it was to train the monster race. Feng Qing'an had no way of empathizing with it, so he just waited until it calmed down and then asked this question.
Apart from anything else, Feng Qing'an felt that he still lacked a demon bird mount. Although Heishan and Senmiao could both fly, in terms of speed, they were definitely not as fast as the demon birds at the same level.
Although Jiu Ling dislikes this guy, Feng Qingan does not. Just look at the appearance of the golden-winged bird and you will know that there is blood in its body that has not yet awakened, and its wings have already shown signs of it.
"Lay eggs! I would like this guy to find more female eagles and lay more eggs. But since he got promoted, his eyes have become picky and he doesn't like his former kin!"
When Feng Qing'an asked this, it was as if he had touched upon something. The resentment that had been accumulating in the spirit of the cave for who knows how long suddenly burst out, and he began to scold the Golden Winged Demon King, belittling him to nothing.
It was just that it had awakened a trace of the blood of the golden-winged Roc, and its standards had become extremely high. It was picky about everything it looked at, and was extremely arrogant. It was even unwilling to find a suitable mate or lay a few eggs.
If this guy is willing to cooperate and lay a few more eggs, it can find ways to cultivate them. What if a few of them can inherit the bloodline of the Golden-Winged Roc, or even go a step further and become outstanding demon descendants?
“…”
Feng Qing'an stopped talking immediately and used the power of the spirit of the cave to look at the Bird King attentively.
I have to say, the feeling of being in charge of the cave heaven is truly wonderful. No creature in the cave heaven has any secrets in front of him.
The Xiao family, a thousand-year-old family that was mysterious and feared by outsiders, had shed all its disguises in front of him. Feng Qing'an now knew clearly the family's foundation and support.
The Xiao family's greatest reliance in the cave is the Golden-Winged Demon King on the fourth floor. Under the eagle's nest, there is a very tightly hidden secret vault. The shining spiritual light in it makes Feng Qing'an's eyes sparkle.
"As expected of a noble family!"
Happiness came too suddenly, so Feng Qingan had a hard time adapting to it. He now had the opportunity to steal the treasure house of a thousand-year-old family.
"Can I go in and take a look?"
"Okay, but I suggest you don't do that."
Hearing Feng Qingan's request to visit the Xiao family's treasure house, the spirit of the cave said that it could be done, but still warned Feng Qingan,
"Although they are not talented, they are not stupid. It may not be a big deal if one or two items are missing, but if you rob their secret vaults, it will arouse their vigilance, and they will never put treasures looted from other places into the cave again!"
"What do the Xiao family members look like to you?"
Hearing this guy's plan, Feng Qingan raised his eyebrows and asked. This guy had obviously secretly robbed the Xiao family's treasure house, but he did it very covertly.
"I haven't treated them unfairly. If I hadn't let their ancestors in, how could they have developed to where they are now?"
"Since we can only look but not take anything, then we won't go in!"
Feng Bingwen stared at the eighteen secret vaults on the third and fourth floors for a few seconds, then shook his head with some regret. In fact, he didn't want anything in particular. He was now wealthy and had higher standards. Ordinary magic weapons and spiritual objects were no longer pleasing to him.
The fifth layer, an area of a hundred miles in radius dominated by hills, was nothing much to say about it. What really surprised Feng Qing'an was the sixth layer. When his consciousness was drawn into it, he saw a lifelike Turtle Mountain at a glance.
That was not a mountain shaped like a giant turtle. It was actually a giant turtle crawling on the ground. It had a head, limbs, a tortoise shell, a tail, and everything it should have.
Even the texture on the tortoise shell, the scales on the four legs, and even the horns on the head are all intact, but everything has been petrified, turning into a majestic and magnificent towering Turtle Mountain that can be called a wonder.
"Master, can you bring this turtle back? It is the son of a celestial demon, and its talent far exceeds that of its father. If you can revive it..."
Jiu Ling's voice sounded at the side. Even if it was a collision of consciousnesses, Feng Qing'an could imagine the shameless look of the big snake licking its face. As for its intention, it was obvious.
The dead giant skeleton was half alive under his power, and the other scorching sun tree was also recognized by this guy as a trace left behind by the fall of an existence.
"roll!"
Feng Qing'an stared at Guishan and refused without hesitation. Even though it had turned into a mountain, the traces of time on it were extremely heavy.
As an ancient monster that had perished in ancient times and even its remains had turned into the mountain, its size was so large that Feng Qingan had no intention of giving it spirituality or making it move again.
Compared with the giant skeleton that used the mountain as its seat and was over a hundred feet tall, that giant skeleton was not even as good as the turtle's head, and they were not even on the same level. The similarity was that both of them died very thoroughly.
"Master, we don't need to rush. We can wait until you become stronger..."
"Shut up!"
"All right!"
Seeing Feng Qing'an's tough attitude, the spirit of the cave had to give up and took him to see the seventh floor. There were huge palaces standing in rows, stacked like mountains, towering and majestic. They had lost most of their spirituality. The spiritual gold and precious jade used for decoration reflected the former glory of this place.
“This was a banquet place of the Heavenly Demon in the past, but only a part of it remains!”
“What a pity!”
Feng Qing'an carefully checked the many decorative precious materials used, and finally had to shake his head regretfully. Under the power of time, it seemed that nothing was eternal, and nothing was immortal.
"Even if it's intact, you wouldn't look at it!"
"How is that possible? I'm not that picky!"
"The cave is so dilapidated that it can't produce any rare treasures. If you can repair it as soon as possible, I might be able to give you some unexpected surprises!"
"Surprise? Actually, you can give me a surprise right now. I heard you still have Emperor Liujiang here?"
"You need the Emperor's Osmosis?"
"I don't need it, but they do..."
"I see!"
A-choo——
The fifth level of Jiushou Cave Heaven, Feng Qing'an, whose consciousness was only traveling around the cave heaven, returned at this time and watched a snake head approaching above his head, and a huge mouth comparable to the abyss opened. He sneezed suddenly, and then he saw the spectacle that countless monsters coveted.
The emperor is flowing!
Its shape is like an olive, with thousands of golden threads strung together, hanging from the sky just as recorded in ancient books.
Heishan and Baiyao, who were originally on guard beside Feng Qingan, looked at the golden threads hanging above their heads with both shock and joy. Without Feng Qingan's instructions, they received the gift from heaven and earth that condensed the essence of the sun and the moon in their own ways!
“…”
Feng Qing'an silently pushed aside the golden olive that fell on his head. He looked at Heishan and Baiyao, wanting to say something but stopping himself. Under the watering of the Emperor's juice, the growth of their demonic power and spiritual power was almost visible to the naked eye.
"Is it enough?"
The questioning voice of the cave spirit rang , but Feng Qingan, who already knew how the Emperor's Flowing Juice of this cave was produced, directly refused.
“Okay!”
"Okay!"
The magnificent spectacle of heaven and earth lasted only a short time before it came to an abrupt end, which confused Heishan and Baiyao, as it was completely different from what they had inherited in their memories.
They looked down at the rocky ground beneath their feet again. Although they had just received a considerable portion of the golden threads, many of them also fell to the ground.
Logically speaking, there should be some monsters like stone spirits and sand demons born, but the Emperor Liujiang that fell to the ground seemed to be non-existent, but the demonic power and spiritual energy that grew in their bodies at this moment were so real.
Awooo~
Heishan looked at Feng Qingan with a puzzled look and told him directly that what had just happened must be related to the master. After all, this Emperor Liujiang was too abnormal and was completely different from the description in the inheritance.
"How do we get out?"
After touring the cave, Feng Qing'an was about to leave. What he saw today had a great impact on him. He had to sort it out and think about it carefully.
"Where are you going? The cave has thirty-six exits to the outside world, all set up by you humans!"
"The location where I came in!"
"You can feel it. You have control over a part of the cave. From now on, you can enter and exit at will!"
Under the guidance of the spirit of the cave, Feng Qingan quickly mastered the method of entering and exiting.
"Sir, please come in!"
The world was spinning as Feng Qing'an led the two wolves back to the familiar flying bridge. Not far away, the gentle voices of the fairies welcoming the guests could be heard, as well as the sounds of the literati and poets who came here to enjoy themselves, teasing and making noises.
"Sir, you finally came out!"
Shortly after Feng Qing'an's figure appeared, Xiao Yi, who was already anxious, immediately came over. Feng Qing'an, who was supposed to be in Fengtian City after leaving the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons, disappeared halfway. This scared them a lot. Even if they thought about it, they would think that their Xiao family had done something in it, but it had nothing to do with them.
After a lot of confusion, Feng Qing'an knew nothing about anything. Although the time of his leaving and coming out did not match, this kind of thing was actually beyond the Xiao family's understanding.
Since the person was fine, they could only put the matter aside for now. Feng Qingan was not someone they could interrogate.
After walking out of the Ten Thousand Demons Tower and returning to the human world, Feng Qing'an couldn't help but stretch his back as he watched the setting sun tilt toward the west and about to set. Although he had suffered a considerable loss, he had gained even more.
"Let's go home!"
In the setting sun, Feng Qing'an no longer had the mood to wander around the city. However, just as he was leading the two wolves through the bustling crowd on his way home, a sound of crying and shouting came from a house.
Feng Qing'an took a glance and stopped to watch the excitement, because several tall figures parading on the street walked towards the noisy residences.
The Buddha's light surging above the residential areas was so conspicuous that it was difficult for the ghosts and gods to ignore it. According to the customary rules agreed upon by the ghosts and gods and the practitioners, the practitioners were not allowed to take action or show their supernatural powers in the city.
"Um?"
Feng Qing'an, who was watching the fun, was stunned, because he found that the Buddha's light that was only restrained in the houses suddenly increased, driving away all the ghosts and gods that surrounded them.
"Where is this monk from? So brave?"
Just as Feng Qing'an was puzzled, the crowd of onlookers dispersed on their own accord, and a senior monk walked out slowly. His young and handsome face naturally met Feng Qing'an's gaze, and then, the senior monk's face froze, and he suddenly said,
"Senior Brother!?"
