Chapter 211 That Year, the Sword Slashed at the City God
"Huo, which immortal descendant has descended from heaven?"
When the Qilin beast with a dragon head, a horse body, wings growing out of its bones and golden scales covering its neck appeared at the gate of the underworld, many monks who were only qualified to watch and were used to the great seniors who came one after another at the gate of the underworld could not help but talk about it when they saw this scene.
They were amazed at the pomp of the young man in white. The monks who appeared at the gate of the underworld were of all kinds, including beggars, farmers herding cattle, playboys, fairies, and peddlers carrying goods.
Even though they have unique temperaments and styles, these monks are generally very low-key. Even if they are placed in a crowd, they are not conspicuous, and some of them are so conspicuous that people are too lazy to even take a second look at them.
There were only a few female cultivators, who perhaps paid more attention to their appearance, appearing elegant and dignified, or lively and full of vitality, like fairies from the Ninth Heaven who had descended to the mortal world. They attracted some attention, but it was nothing, as this was the posture and appearance that female cultivators at this level should have, except that they were not low-key.
But even these female cultivators who paid great attention to their appearance could not be compared with the young man in white who appeared at the gate of the underworld.
There is no need to say much about the Qilin beast sitting there. As for the two wolves, one white and one black, following behind him, the aura they unintentionally revealed demonstrated their strength, making many cultivators feel ashamed of themselves.
Although it may be a bit embarrassing to say this, the self-aware monks have to admit that they cannot even beat the black dog beside the young man in white.
"Who is this senior? Does anyone here know him?"
The face of the young man in white appears to be very young, but as long as he can stand in front of the gate of the underworld, he will be called a senior. For a cultivator, who would judge his age based on superficial appearance?
Don't be fooled by his young age and even childish face. Who knows if he is an old monster who has lived for decades? An ordinary octogenarian may not even have lived a fraction of his age.
"I don't know him. If I had seen the grand manner of this great senior, I would never forget it for the rest of my life!"
"That's right, that's right. Once you see it, you will never forget it!"
"Look at how ignorant you are. What kind of grand ceremony is this? You have never seen the princess of the Tianqin Empire travel with three thousand Xuanluan guards leading the way. That's called grand ceremony. But this senior looks very familiar. Where have I seen him before?"
"He looks so much like this guy!"
"Isn't this the reincarnation of the Immortal Lord..."
Feng Qing'an, who did not
But the whispers in the city naturally could not reach Feng Qing'an's ears. At this moment, he had already ridden Sen Miao to the gate of Fengtian Yinsi, and his attention was not on the ground below, but on the left and right sides.
Because he received completely different treatment from other monks, for some unknown reason, these ghost soldiers' heads, which had originally been like sculptures, turned and looked at him with expressionless and lifeless faces, as if he was an extremely dangerous creature to the underworld.
roar--
Heishan, who realized that something was wrong with the ghost soldiers lined up on both sides, let out a low growl from his throat, and the strong demonic energy turned into a blazing blue fire, entwining around his limbs and tail.
However, facing the big demon that was intimidating, these ghost soldiers, who were several feet tall and comparable to some priests in small counties, did not make any moves. They just stared at Feng Qingan, which made the young man frown.
"What do you mean? You don't welcome me? You treat me differently?"
However, the young man's brows soon relaxed, and with a slight raise of the corner of his mouth, he came up with an idea. He first slowly tidied up his clothes, then stretched out his hand, and an ancient long sword with a crimson scabbard appeared in his hand.
The moment the sword that had slaughtered many gods and killed the evil dragon appeared in his hand, the dead silence that had made Feng Qing'an feel extremely uncomfortable disappeared. These ghost soldiers turned their heads, straightened their eyes, and looked straight ahead, just like before, without any abnormality.
"Oh!"
Seeing this scene, Feng Qing'an chuckled, then slowly tied the sword in his hand around his waist.
If nothing unexpected happens, his eldest brother should have come here when he was taking the exam. As for what his eldest brother did in this city, he didn't know. But judging from the reactions of these ghost soldiers, did his eldest brother come to Fengtian Underworld that year?
Maybe they have never been here, but at least one thing is certain, these ghost soldiers recognized the sword in his hand.
"Black Mountain, clear the way!"
Seeing that these ghost soldiers did not cause any trouble, Feng Qing'an asked Heishan to calm down. The ghost wolf immediately obeyed his orders, opened its mouth, and gently inhaled. The Yin Qi that could prevent cultivators with insufficient strength from entering the underworld was immediately swallowed into Heishan's mouth like a trickle rushing into the ocean.
"Don't eat randomly here, just push away the negative energy. How long are you going to eat?"
Feng Qing'an stood behind the gate of the underworld and took a look. Behind the gate was the underworld law domain that stretched as far as the eye could see. He slapped it in annoyance, and a gust of wind that seemed to be real turned into a palm and hit Heishan on the back of his head.
Awooo~
Heishan whimpered and pushed aside all the negative energy gushing out of the underworld, opening up a wide and smooth path for Feng Qing'an. Sen Miao, who felt very uncomfortable with the environment here, then moved his front hooves and walked away.
Bai Yao, who also came to watch the fun, followed closely behind. When they entered the underworld, the Yin energy surged, filling up all the Yin energy that Heishan had just swallowed , and turned into an invisible and powerful barrier.
All the minor cultivators who have not reached a high level of cultivation will be kept out of the underworld. Not everyone can enter here. If one's cultivation is not high enough, entering the underworld will simply shorten one's lifespan.
However, Heishan's actions just now were also seen by many monks who wanted to take advantage of the situation. Some wanted to take advantage of the weak Yin energy to break in and take a look, but their fate was no different from that of the little monk before. They were directly swept down from the gate of the underworld by the torrent of Yin energy.
After entering the underworld, Feng Qing'an looked at a priest who was stumbling and running away, almost disappearing, in confusion. Then he looked at a clerk who was sitting ten feet away with a look of panic on his face.
"What do you mean? You don't welcome me?"
Feng Qing'an, who had just been the focus of the collective attention of the ghost soldiers outside the gate of the underworld, had a subtle feeling. At this moment, this feeling became even clearer when he met these officials whose minds were obviously more complete and clear.
Originally, these officials came forward on their own initiative, as if to lead the way for him, but when his face appeared in front of these guys, they were like a nest of rabbits targeted by their natural enemies, and they fled in all directions without even thinking.
It was as if he was some extremely terrifying and irresistible beast, or a ferocious bandit who broke into a poor family and robbed them.
The ghost soldiers and officials of Fengtian's underworld were so frightened by him, or rather by this face that looked so similar to his eldest brother, that the fear in their hearts was almost engraved into their souls.
"No, that's not the case!"
The official who heard Feng Qing'an's questioning was shaking all over, the fear in his heart was completely revealed, and a very forced smile appeared on his face that looked like he was about to cry.
"How dare we not welcome you?"
"Then why are you running?"
Feng Qing'an rode on Sen Miao's back, looking down at the Yin Li who had not yet suppressed his fear. He was the only one left, the other two had all run away.
"I, we..."
Hearing Feng Qing'an's question, the underworld official suddenly hesitated, not knowing how to answer. He now recognized that this face was slightly different from the one who had once entered the underworld.
But they were too similar, so similar in fact, that even though he knew they were different people, the similar faces almost made him lose the courage to escape, and he had no choice but to accept the death.
"So it's Second Young Master Feng who has come to visit us. I apologize for not welcoming you in person. Could you spare these people? They don't know the etiquette, so please forgive them!"
Under Feng Qing'an's gaze, the bodies of ghosts and gods began to tremble as if out of fear. The underworld officials, who seemed to be becoming illusory, didn't know what to do. Then, a deep and powerful voice sounded, and a familiar figure of a ghost and god appeared. It was Judge Wen who led the Tianlong monk into the underworld.
"I can tolerate it, but I want to know the reason. It's understandable, but you have to let me know the inside story, right?"
Seeing this divine body of Judge Wen, who was taller than himself riding on Senmiao, Feng Qingan replied.
"You are absolutely right, sir!"
"What's the real reason? Are the ghosts and gods here so afraid of me? Or rather, they are afraid of my appearance!"
Feng Qing'an asked, he was extremely curious about everything his brother had done on the way to the exam.
"My lord, you are very observant and can see through everything. You have already guessed it. Just as you expected, your brother has been here!"
Judge Wen bowed in response.
"Why?"
Feng Qing'an would naturally not be simply brushed off by this answer. His elder brother had been here before, and it was obvious that he did not discuss anything with the ghosts and gods. He must have used weapons here, otherwise these ghosts and gods would not have such an attitude.
"Second Master, I'm afraid you'll have to ask someone else for details on this matter. As a subordinate, I dare not criticize my superiors!"
Upon hearing Feng Qing'an's question, Judge Wen suddenly looked embarrassed, as if he had said nothing, but he clearly revealed some crucial information.
His brother once broke into the Fengtian underworld and had a conflict with the City God. As for who would win and who would lose, it seemed obvious. When ghosts and gods saw him, they avoided him like mortals avoiding floods and beasts.
"Your answer does not satisfy me. As far as I know, my elder brother will not use the sword lightly. If the sword is used, there must be injustice. Could it be that you, the superior, have failed in your moral conduct?"
"Young Master, please be careful with your words. My master has been the City God of Fengtian for a thousand years. He has benefited the people, expelled demons, and protected the area. His merits and virtues are immeasurable. How could he do something immoral?"
"So what you mean is that my brother is wrong?"
Feng Qingan raised his eyebrows and his expression became unfriendly.
"Of course not, it's just that my master was implicated by his unfilial descendants, and he himself has no fault!"
Wen Pan quickly defended himself.
"Unfilial descendants? For a thousand years, which family in the city is your master the ancestor of? Xiao? Yun? Sun? Or Shi?"
Feng Qing'an narrowed his eyes slightly, probably making some guesses.
"Young Master is really well-informed. He has already known everything just after arriving in the city..."
"Don't waste my time!"
"Xiao!"
Wen Pan said honestly that not only the officials in the underworld below, but even he himself, who still had lingering fears about the young face in front of him, would probably find it difficult to forget the sword he had slashed at the City God even after a hundred years.
"So he is the ancestor of the Xiao family? Tsk, he is indeed a thousand-year-old family. Has the position of City God been replaced?"
Feng Qingen couldn't help but marvel at the thought. The Xiao family's background was even deeper than he had imagined. No wonder they dared to raise a demon king. It turned out that there was such a great god in charge of Fengtian City.
"Of course not. My master was just struck by your brother's sword because of the fault of his descendants. How could he die because of the protection of thousands of merits?"
"Why? From what you said? Do you still think your master is wronged? The mistakes made by his descendants thousands of years later have nothing to do with his living ancestor?"
Although he didn't know what exactly happened, Feng Qing'an naturally stood on the side of his eldest brother.
"This... of course not, but you also have to know that there are so many descendants, even my master can't be thoughtful about everything, and it is inevitable that some playboys will make mistakes and fail to detect them in time!"
"Just didn't notice it in time?"
"Please let me go, sir. This is the underworld of Fengtian!"
Judge Wen had a bitter face and begged Feng Qing'an to show mercy and let him go. Everything that happened here was seen by the City God.
What's the difference between him explaining the whole story to the second son and telling his dark history in front of his superiors? It's not the same to ruin one's own future.
"Then you have to let me know, who can I turn to to find out what happened?"
"You can ask your brother about this matter yourself!"
Wen Pan just felt confused. Do you need to ask us, the ghosts and gods who were implicated by what your elder brother did?
"If my brother had been willing to tell me, I wouldn't have known it until today!"
Feng Qing'an also felt melancholy. His elder brother was really too low-key. He had no idea what his elder brother had done back then. He only knew about it from other people.
"Then I'll have to trouble you to figure out a solution yourself. I want to be a judge here for another 500 years and don't want to become a wandering ghost!"
Judge Wen bowed.
"Then I'll ask the City God directly later?"
Feng Qing'an wanted to directly ask the ghosts and gods who had experienced this incident personally.
"Yes, after I finish discussing the Dharma with the eminent monk of Xilan Continent, you can ask me in person if you have any questions!"
Before Judge Wen could answer, a deep, powerful voice with infinite majesty sounded beside him.
"grown ups!"
Wen Pan, who already had a bitter expression on his face, looked even more helpless at this moment. He really felt that he was wronged, whether it was three years ago or now.
The mistakes made by their mortal descendants actually implicated their ancestors who had ascended to the altar.
"Bring Second Master Feng to the main hall!"
"yes!"
Wen Pan, who was inexplicably blamed again, sighed slightly in his heart, then forced a smile and looked at Feng Qingan.
"Sir, please follow me!"
"Um!"
Wen Pan led the way, and what they saw along the way were the majestic and continuous palaces, which needless to say, but what impressed Feng Qing'an most was the looks given to him by the ghosts and gods from the underworld who were entering and leaving them.
This also made him more curious about why his brother killed the City God with a sword!
