Chapter 307: with translation of chapter title

Feng Lao Mo?

Yunhe has never heard such a title before.

It makes sense; he has been staying in the Ice Snow Pavilion for a long time, and its disciples undoubtedly hold him, this Grand Elder, in high esteem, so such a title would not appear within the Pavilion.

The people he encountered were mainly Han Jian Zhenjun, Fu Long Shangren, and other Yuan Ying cultivators, who would hardly call him 'Old Devil'.

Yunhe reflected and felt he had done nothing to deserve the title 'Old Devil'.

Didn't he just kill a few Golden Core cultivators during the Golden Core period and wipe out their families?

Isn't it just that he has a Yuan Ying corpse, enabling him to barely exchange two moves with a Yuan Ying cultivator in the late Golden Core stage?

Isn't it just that he occasionally refines a few corpses and uses corpse refining to nurture gu?

Are these not standard practice in the world of immortal cultivation?

Qizhou Changkong looked at Zhenzhu with an inquiring and worried gaze; understanding his meaning, Zhenzhu's face flushed, she quickly shook her head and lowered it.

Qizhou Changkong secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He had heard that Feng Lao Mo liked women; otherwise he wouldn't have chosen to settle in the Ice Immortal Pavilion, a place teeming with female cultivators.

"Cough." Qizhou Changkong coughed lightly, his expression easing, and asked, "Friend, I don't know why you've summoned this old one; what is the purpose?"

Yunhe collected his thoughts, not dwelling on the title, and spoke softly:

"Of course, I will return your grandson."

Upon hearing this, Qizhou Changkong raised his eyebrows.

However, Yunhe smiled slightly and said:

"Of course, this is only one part. The other, I imagine, is that although you, friend, do not approve of the Sea Clan going to war with the Human Clan, being in your position you must attend to your duties, and you certainly cannot reveal the Sea Clan's secrets to Feng Mou."

"Friend, since you know..."

Yunhe raised his hand, cutting off his words.

"But no matter what, friend, you should understand that your Sea Clan stands no chance against our Human Clan."

Qizhou Changkong's eyes widened; hearing Yunhe's words, he felt dissatisfied and his voice rose.

"This old one knows your Human Clan is strong, but do you think our Sea Clan has no one? Or do you think our Sea Clan's members are brainless? My Sea Clan..."

Upon saying this, Qizhou Changkong's expression froze, he sank, stared at Yunhe, and asked in a deep voice:

"Are you trying to pump me for information?"

Yunhe's lips curled slightly as he lifted his teacup, took a small sip, and spoke leisurely:

"If that's the case, those who want to wage war on our Human Clan are not just the Sea Clan. So, are the Sea Clan's allies descendants of the Immortal Clan, or perhaps the Abyss Clan?"

When the words "Abyss Clan" were mentioned, Yunhe's eyes narrowed.

"Hmph." Qizhou Changkong snorted coldly and did not answer.

However, he wasn't really angry either, because upon careful thought, one could roughly guess such matters.

"Friend, don't beat around the bush with me; if you summoned me just to pump me for information, you may leave."

Upon hearing this, Yunhe's expression became solemn.

He no longer beat around the bush.

"Whether to go to war and how it unfolds, even we Yuan Ying and fourth-level cultivators cannot control it."

This remark actually earned Qizhou Changkong's agreement; he secretly sighed.

"But I can do one thing," Yunhe continued. "If your Sea Clan suffers defeat, I can preserve a thread of your bloodline. Of course, it would merely be a continuation of a strand of your bloodline—how about that?"

This time, Qizhou Changkong did not stubbornly insist that his Sea Clan would never be defeated.

Because once war truly breaks out, there is no guarantee that any side will definitely win or lose.

"Then what do you seek, friend? Could it also be to have me preserve a thread of your bloodline?" Qizhou Changkong glanced at Zhenzhu and countered.

Yunhe gave a light laugh.

He has no descendants to speak of, nor does he need any such guarantee; with his Yuan Ying cultivation, even if the Human Clan were defeated, he would have no trouble surviving.

Moreover, Yunhe feels that given the Human Clan's foundation, defeat is impossible.

Who knows how many old monsters the Human Clan hides?

There could be several old monsters of the Divine Transformation Stage hiding.

"What I require is the holy beast of your Qizhou Clan, a scale from the Qizhou Golden-Eyed Beast!" Yunhe leaned forward slightly and said slowly.

「！！！」 -> none.

Qizhou Changkong looked at Zhenzhu with utter disbelief.

Zhenzhu shook her head repeatedly, indicating that this was not something she had told Yunhe.

But she couldn't say that Yunhe had searched the soul of the Hai Xin, for otherwise this matter would be hard to explain within the Qizhou Clan.

I don't know why, but she almost subconsciously concealed this matter.

Qizhou Changkong also did not doubt his granddaughter, for he knew her nature well—she never lies.

Immediately afterward, he furrowed his brows and stared intently at Yunhe, as if trying to see some clue from his face.

But Yunhe at this moment remained calm, his expression unchanged as he lifted his teacup and drank.

That's right.

This matter indeed came from his understanding of the Hai Xin's memories.

The holy beast of the Qizhou Clan is a kind of demonic beast known as the Qizhou Golden-Eyed Beast.

This demonic beast is quite extraordinary, possessing formidable cultivation strength and even bearing the bloodline of the holy beast Qilin.

Furthermore, this bloodline is not particularly thin.

Moreover, this beast sheds its scales once every two hundred years.

It is a treasure that only those who are elders or above in the Qizhou clan are qualified to be allocated.

So that the Elders can forge treasures according to their own needs.

Originally.

Yunhe's original goal was not this; he wanted to see whether the seventh Elder of the Qi Zhou clan could be turned, or whether he could obtain some useful intelligence, such as the Sea Clan's secret techniques.

However, after confronting and speaking with Qi Zhou Chang Kong, Yunhe realized that this was virtually impossible.

So he abruptly changed his target to the scales of the Qi Zhou Golden Eye Beast.

After all, it is a demon beast with the holy Qilin bloodline, and it is very powerful; its scales can fully serve as material to forge into the Qi Yao Armor, enhancing the armor's defensive capability and potential.

"No way!"

After staring at Yunhe for a long while, Qi Zhou Chang Kong's tone was absolutely firm.

After a pause, he added, "Fellow cultivator, change the condition."

Yunhe furrowed his brows.

"For example?"

"For instance, I can give you the Phoenix Marrow Crystal you need."

This time, it was Yunhe who was stunned.

The content revealed by Qi Zhou Chang Kong's words was far too much.

After a while, Yunhe slowly recovered.

Then came a few hearty laughs.

But within that laughter, some was anger, some was sarcasm, and only he could know how much was genuine.

He stood up.

"Alright, alright, I understand why Daoist Fengxi is holding this exchange meeting now and inviting you Sea Clan cultivators to take part."

As he spoke, a terrifying surge of magical energy erupted from him; the sky over the island churned with stormy clouds, and the sea roiled with massive, terrifying waves, as if disaster had arrived.

Seeing this, Zhenzhu's complexion turned pale and her body trembled slightly.

Qi Zhou Chang Kong's face also changed, a hint of astonishment flashing in his eyes.

He knew Yunhe was a cultivator who had just broken through to the Yuan Ying stage; he had thought the display earlier was his entire hand, never expecting such power.

"Such a mighty magical force, its oppressive aura suffocates the mind."

Qi Zhou Chang An was secretly startled.

But this also gave more credibility to the "promise" Yunhe had previously made.

At least he had the ability to make such a promise.

"Fellow cultivator."

Qi Zhou Chang Kong shouted in a deep voice, and special Sea Clan energy surged within him as he said,

"What Daoist Fengxi does is not much different from what you intend to do; he merely uses it to obtain some materials for our Sea Clan."

"Not much different?"

Yunhe's voice was cold as he looked down at Qi Zhou Chang Kong.

In the rolling black clouds, clusters of searing lightning plasma churned, seeming ready to strike at any moment.

"Daoist Fengxi, using me and the other human Yuan Ying Cultivators as exchange, do you think his actions differ from mine?"

Qi Zhou Chang Kong's breath faltered, realizing his words were off; seeing Yunhe's fury, he did not wish to clash head‑on and said,

"My words were mistaken; I hope you will not take offense, fellow cultivator."

Yunhe wore a grim face, even more so in the dimming light.

"Daoist Fengxi, must be killed!"

An early-stage Yuan Ying Cultivator speaking of slaying a mid-stage Yuan Ying Cultivator raised no objection in Qi Zhou Chang Kong's ears.

Nevertheless, this gave Qi Zhou Chang Kong a deeper understanding of Yunhe.

He had originally thought Yunhe was like Daoist Fengxi, but now he felt Yunhe resembled himself—upright yet often targeted because of it.

"Fellow cultivator, calm down, calm down."

Qi Zhou Chang Kong's opinion of him improved considerably; he sighed and hurried,

"Very well, very well, since you truly need the scales of the Qi Zhou Golden Eye Beast, we shall take that as the condition as you say."

Hearing this, Yunhe slightly restrained his anger and said,

"I also require the Phoenix Marrow Crystal."

"You!"

Qi Zhou Chang Kong's eyes widened.

He's taking it a step further!

"I promise, if Zhenzhu ever reaches the Fourth Level, I will become her protector and lend her a helping hand!"

Qi Zhou Chang Kong was not foolish.

Isn't that just a bare‑handed scheme to get something for nothing?

Although his view of Yunhe improved slightly, he could not simply become a 'gift‑giving child.'

"I can offer a Fourth Level formation as exchange."

Their gazes met in the air, and they stared at each other for a long time.

Finally.

The surrounding anomalies gradually faded; Yunhe sat back on the ground, and Qi Zhou Chang Kong returned to his previous demeanor.

Both of them almost simultaneously took items from their satchels and placed them on the table.

They exchanged them in silence.

Watching this, Zhenzhu stared blankly; she could not grasp what had transpired, nor what understanding the two had reached.

After finishing these, Qizhou Changkong gulped the spiritual tea in the cup, took another deep look at Yunhe, then turned and vanished into the boundless sea.

Yunhe remained seated here, slowly sipping tea as he gazed at the vast, rolling sea surface.

After a long while, he finally said:

"Pearl, tidy up."

Pearl only then recovered from the various emotions over her grandfather's departure, and upon hearing Yunhe's words, she instinctively responded.

"Yes, young master."

Saying this, she hurriedly squatted down to gather the tea utensils.

But from an angle she couldn't see, a smile appeared on Yunhe's face; if Pearl weren't there, he would hardly have been able to hold back a few loud laughs.

Earlier he was furious?

He did indeed have a bit of anger.

But it wasn't enough to provoke such anger, since he had long known humanity's flaws.

If the sea clan went to war with humanity, most cultivators would surely unite, but it's inevitable that some would profit from it; the actions of the Wind Rest Daoist were within his expectations.

The reason for such anger was.

How could he, without showing anger, obtain the scales of Qizhou's Golden-Eyed Beast from Qizhou Changkong's hands and also exchange for the "Phoenix Marrow Crystal"?

To be frank, Qizhou Changkong possessing the "Phoenix Marrow Crystal" was somewhat beyond his expectations.

But this anger had long been part of his plan.

One bout of anger shows his displeasure with the Wind Rest Daoist and also indicates he might act on behalf of others.

For example, when Pearl is in danger.

Once Pearl had finished tidying the tea utensils, Yunhe immediately summoned the Cold Chant Flood Dragon, took out a carriage, lifted Pearl aboard, and swiftly departed.

Hurry up and go.

Don't let it be seen later that he's feigning anger.

"Aooo——!!"

The Cold Chant Flood Dragon let out a long roar, shaking its layers of icy mist, and flew straight toward the Ice Snow Pavilion.

Only after they left the endless sea did Qizhou Changkong reveal his form again.

A smile appeared on his face.

An understanding, reached between him and Yunhe.

After all, the stronger the one who will protect Pearl in the future, the better he can safeguard her.

Exchanging it for a Fourth Level formation is not unreasonable.

(End of chapter)