However, if he knew that the person who uprooted the Zhan Tai clan of Jiuyou Star was right in front of him, I wonder how he would feel. Such an action would be tantamount to inviting a wolf into the house.
As we walked along the way, we saw the attic dripping with light, rendering the entire Western Holy City extremely prosperous, with demons running rampant, and vaguely humans mixed in with them.
From this we can see the prosperity of this city. As the westernmost city in the entire demon clan area, it is extremely surprising to have such a scene.
His spiritual consciousness spread out to investigate the demon cultivators in the four attics. From time to time, he would encounter some powerful counterattacks. Feng Qingyang did not comment and just smiled it off.
On the bustling streets, powerful demon kings can be seen everywhere. Those cultivators hiding deep in the attics are probably super powerful, otherwise, with the strength of his spiritual awareness, he would not suffer a backlash.
After a long time, the two came to the edge of a huge villa. The villa covered a vast area. There was a hazy halo in the sky, covering the entire villa, which was looming and extremely psychedelic.
Zhan Taiyu walked forward and went straight to a small courtyard in the villa. He pressed his hand into the void and instantly withdrew from the barrier of the place. Then he turned and looked at Feng Qingyang.
"Fellow Daoist, please condescend to stay here for a while. This will be your temporary residence. I will go back and report to the family elders to apply for your position as a guest official. If all goes well, I will give you a better residence for cultivation." Zhan Taiyu clasped his fists and bowed, looking quite sincere.
"Also, during this period of time, please be tolerant and do not go out without permission. There is a protective formation of my Zhantai family in the void here. This formation is a bit sinister. In order to avoid unnecessary harm to you..."
At this point, Zhan Taiyu's face turned a little embarrassed. This meant something very much like house arrest, or to put it bluntly, more like imprisonment. He looked at Feng Qingyang deeply, as if he wanted to know his reaction.
“Brother Zhan Taiyu, what are you talking about… I’m new here, so I naturally won’t wander around.” Feng Qingyang laughed softly. In order to dispel Zhan Taiyu’s worries, he walked into the courtyard and closed the door with a wave of his sleeves.
Feng Qingyang didn't have any dislike for this person. He had just arrived and just needed a place to stay. As long as he was careful and didn't reveal his identity, it would be fine. It was just... he didn't know if the Zhan Tai family here was related to the Zhan Tai family on Jiuyou Star. If so, it would be complicated.
After entering the courtyard, Feng Qingyang did not go to the attic inside, but stood in the corner of the courtyard, looking at the attic in front from the side.
Although it is a small courtyard, it covers a large area. The attic is exquisite and delicate, exuding a warm feeling of a beautiful girl from a small family. At first glance, you would almost think it is a villa where a woman lives.
The wind blew past, lifting the messy long hair in front of his forehead. Gradually, Feng Qingyang closed his eyes, put his hands behind his back and raised his head slightly, looking at the blue sky, as if in deep thought.
The mixed-haired bird hung its head lazily. To it, it didn't matter where it went, as long as there was no danger. Although Zhan Taiyu seemed to be a little scheming, he had no ill will towards Feng Qingyang, so the mixed-haired bird didn't take it to heart.
…
Inside the boundary bead, Feng Qingyang entered with his spiritual consciousness and transformed himself. He was being affectionate with Xiao Zhu, Xian Xian and the others. There was no crisis here for the time being, and he wanted to ask Xian Xian to come out and keep him company, as being alone would be too lonely after all.
Although monks are supposed to be pure and have few desires during their practice, this is not his way. As the saying goes, wine and meat pass through the intestines, but Buddha remains in the heart. As long as one persists in his heart, why bother with formalities
"Big brother, where are you going after getting the flame?" Emperor Xianxian tilted his little head and looked at Feng Qingyang curiously. There have been obvious changes in Xianxian now.
She originally looked like a little loli of seven or eight years old, but now she has begun to grow up and looks like a young girl of fourteen or fifteen years old. Although her body has grown, her mind seems to still remain at the age of seven or eight, still full of handsomeness and cuteness.
However, she already had some subtle little thoughts. In the past, when Feng Qingyang touched her head, she would look up happily, but now as soon as Feng Qingyang stretched out his hand, she would move away with a whoosh, pouting her lips to express her dissatisfaction, and blushing from time to time when looking at Feng Qingyang.
Feng Qingyang naturally didn't know all this, but the clever Zhu Xuezhu beside him guessed something. She covered her mouth and chuckled, causing Di Xianxian to roll her eyes, but her smiling face became even redder.
"After obtaining the flame..." Feng Qingyang fell into deep thought. He was a little confused before, but now, after three years, he already had a direction.
He still has a lot of things to do, such as the Huozun Dojo on the Xuanhuang Sword and rescuing Jiuhuang... The woman who has been haunting his dreams has almost become the biggest worry in his heart to this day.
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About half a day later, there was a knock on the door outside the courtyard, interrupting Feng Qingyang's thoughts. He casually removed the barrier, opened the door, and a young man came towards him.
The young man looked respectful, but when he looked at the man in front of him, with his handsome face and the same age as him, he was still slightly stunned.
"This is a greeting gift from our Zhan Tai family to you, senior. Three days later, the head of the family will return to the villa to hold a guest ceremony." As he spoke, he handed forward a spirit tablet and a storage bag, then bowed to Feng Qingyang and walked out.
After the young man left, the mixed-feathered bird suddenly became excited, flapping its wings, and its two small eyes widened as it stared at Feng Qingyang without blinking, or to be more precise, at the storage bag in his hand.
"Let me see it." The mixed-haired bird stepped forward impatiently and held the storage bag in its mouth. When it was about to open it, the storage bag flew up by itself and fell into Feng Qingyang's hands.
Seeing the treasure that was about to be in its mouth flew away again, it immediately turned its head and flew towards the storage bag in Feng Qingyang's hand again, trying to snatch it back.
But just as it was about to pounce, the mixed-feather bird suddenly shuddered all over, and when it raised its eyes, it happened to see Feng Qingyang's extremely cold gaze.
As soon as he glared, the mixed-feathered bird suddenly lost its spirit, and flew around Feng Qingyang with its head drooping, cursing him for being ungrateful, destroying the bridge after crossing it, and saying things like "the bow is hidden after the birds are all gone".
Feng Qingyang was speechless. Feeling irritated, he flipped his hand and suddenly grabbed the bird's neck, lifted it up and put it on his shoulder, saying, "Bald, stop making trouble. Let's see what it is first. I'll just give it to you if it's useless."
Looking at the resentful mixed-feathered bird, Feng Qingyang touched his forehead and secretly felt a headache. In a flash, his spiritual sense swept through the storage bag and he was shocked to find that there were thousands of top-grade spirit stones and some healing elixirs in it.
"One thousand top-grade spirit stones?" Feng Qingyang underestimated and looked at the spirit tablet in his hand. The words "Zhan Tai" were engraved on the front and a string of complicated symbols on the back.