Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 239 Ghost King Bottle

for what?
Feng Qingyan couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Is it because he was the Lord of the Underworld in his previous life that he has to create the Underworld in this world? However, there is no Underworld in this world, and the people are living well, so why does he need to create the Underworld?

The souls of this world have their own home.

Could it be because of his own identity and the ghost gate behind him?
Or maybe, he wanted to find out what the relationship was between him and the Ghost Emperor? Otherwise, why could his blood open the Bronze Palace?
At this time Feng Qingyan was a little dazed.

No matter what the reasons are, they are not as important as the status of Xu Sheng.

No wonder, even though he established the Qingshan City God's Mansion and even designated Qingshan as a forbidden area, he still seemed nonchalant.

I don't care about ghosts or spirits at all...

He doesn't care even more about who is in power or who leads the troops in the City God's Palace.

He doesn't care about the City God's Mansion at all.

It's just been a matter of going with the flow.

If he was just following the trend, why did he risk his life to establish the Qingshan City God Mansion? What was more important than his life?

Is there anything more important than the identity of a virtual saint?

Feng Qingyan suddenly lost interest in Qingshan City God.

If he had to create the underworld in this life because he was the Lord of the Underworld in his previous life, he didn't have a strong desire to do so. After all, he had lost his memory of his previous life, and now he was mainly based on his current consciousness, so naturally he wouldn't have a strong desire.

He is a disciple of Confucianism. He is the greatest virtual saint throughout history. Why did he build the Qingshan City God's Palace?

At this time he knelt in front of the window, looking at the sky quietly.

The sky is changing.

slam-la-

At some point, it started raining heavily.

Feng Qingyan took a volume of Confucian classics from the side, opened it and began to read slowly.

However, he couldn't concentrate on reading. His eyes were on the words, but his thoughts were wandering somewhere else.

He shook his head and put the book down.

"Who am I, where do I come from, and where am I going?" He slowly stood up, looking at the distant sky and said softly.

However, he did not have a strong desire to learn about the three major questions in life.

"Or maybe it's time to go back to the academy."

After a while, Feng Qingyan whispered and packed his luggage.

Soon after, he packed his luggage and said to Qingniu, "Qingmang, go back to the academy."

"promise."

Qingniu nodded.

After running out of Zhongli City, Qingniu couldn't help but ask curiously, "Saint Master, you're not going to travel anymore?"

"No more traveling."

Feng Qingyan was no longer interested in traveling, and said, "Don't call me Saint Master anymore. I don't like this title. I like the title of Gentleman."

"promise."

Qing Mang was stunned.

At this time, it felt that the gentleman seemed to have lost interest in everything and looked listless, which made it a little stunned. So it bravely asked, "Gentleman, what happened?"

"Why do you ask?"

Feng Qingyan asked.

Qingniu hesitated for a moment, then said, "The little calf found that the gentleman seemed to have lost his fighting spirit."

"Fighting spirit?"

Feng Qingyan frowned and thought, and did not answer Qingniu's question.

"Qingmang, walk slower."

At some point, Feng Qingyan suddenly said.

"promise."

Qingniu answered and slowed down.

"Slower."

"promise."

The blue bull slowed down again.

After several times, the blue ox's speed became the same as that of ordinary oxen, walking step by step. It could run a thousand miles a day, but now it only traveled twenty or thirty miles a day.

The speed was so slow that Qingniu was a little uncomfortable with it.

What happened to Gentleman?

Qingniu was extremely curious.

"Gentleman, there is a city several dozen miles away. Do you want to enter the city?" Qingniu said softly at sunset, not daring to speak too loudly in order not to disturb the gentleman's thoughts. "City?"

Feng Qingyan asked.

"This is Si Shang City of Xu State." Qingniu said.

"Then let's go into the city and rest for a night." Feng Qingyan said after a moment of hesitation.

Ox carts entered the city.

Feng Qingyan stayed in a nice inn.

Under the cover of night, his consciousness subconsciously returned to the City God's Mansion and fell on City God Jin, as if it had become a habit.

"Why should I build the Qingshan City God's Mansion?"

Feng Qingyan walked out of the City God's Mansion and strolled casually in the Beiyin Realm.

The Beiyin Realm of the City God's Mansion is not big, only a few hundred miles, and is not comparable to the tens of thousands of miles of Youdu...

However, the shady world can be opened up.

A moment later, his figure appeared at the edge of the shady land, and he looked at the gray edge curiously.

"Oh, I almost forgot to store my dark energy."

After a while, Feng Qingyan suddenly remembered and immediately returned to the City God's Mansion.

Countless incense and dark powers fell down and quickly condensed in his palm, transforming into strands of incense and dark powers.

The dark power is the same as the literary energy, both of which consist of ten thousand strands.

“How do I store it?”

Feng Qingyan frowned and thought.

He originally wanted to condense the dark power into dark crystals, but unfortunately he didn't know how to condense it, so he had to give up temporarily.

Not long after, he found Tuyang and asked for some bottles from the underworld.

Unfortunately, the ordinary underworld bottle was unable to bear the underworld power and exploded in a moment.

"Master, do you have a ghost vessel that can hold the ghost energy?"

Feng Qingyan asked.

"Have."

Tuyang immediately offered funeral objects.

This time, the underworld vessel was able to contain the underworld power, but soon after, Feng Qingyan discovered that the underworld power was slowly escaping from the underworld vessel.

This is in the shady world.

If you leave the Back Shadow Realm and the Green Mountain Realm, will the Underworld Container still be able to contain the Underworld Power? Will it explode like an ordinary Underworld bottle in a short time?
During one day in Qingshan Realm, he discovered cracks in the underworld artifact.

Ghostly objects are also unable to carry ghostly power.

Dark power and dark energy, like holy power and literary energy, are not on the same level at all.

"It looks like I have to do it myself."

At this time, he vaguely remembered that there seemed to be a very powerful bottle in his previous life, whose name seemed to be "Ghost King Bottle", which might be able to carry the power of the underworld.

The reason why this Ghost King Bottle is so powerful is not because of its equipment.

This is because the inner wall of the Ghost King Bottle is engraved with countless mysterious soul characters.

It seems that the soul texts formed a terrifying formation that could not only trap the Ghost King, but also carry the power of the underworld.

At this time, he was sitting cross-legged in the City God's Mansion, trying hard to recall the soul text in the Ghost King Bottle, wanting to restore the soul text formation in the Ghost King Bottle.

Soul language is a very mysterious language that contains mysterious and strange powers.

Soon after, words emitting a faint yellow light appeared in front of him, and he could vaguely feel an obscure and mysterious power.

Soul characters appeared in the air, and after a moment they filled the surroundings.

Unfortunately, Feng Qingyan did not remember it completely, he only remembered the general idea and was unable to restore the formation on the inner wall of the Ghost King Bottle.

Day by day passed.

He did remember all the soul texts in the Ghost King's bottle, but he didn't remember how to arrange them clearly.

"It seems like this..."

Feng Qingyan hesitated for a moment, sorted them again, and then put them into the funerary bottle.

click-

A moment later, the funerary bottle exploded.

This was the third underworld artifact that exploded, but Feng Qingyan did not stop and continued to try.

After he tried the seventeenth funerary bottle, the bottle finally did not explode.

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(End of this chapter)