Chapter 207

Chapter 207: The Taste of the Soul Beast

Late at night.

A black figure nervously drifted into the backyard of the main peak, pausing before a bedroom door. Instead of knocking, it paced back and forth for a long while, as if struggling to decide whether to enter.

After lingering for a full quarter of an hour, the door suddenly swung open. Feng Rong yanked the hovering figure inside. "What’s with the pacing? Putting on a shadow play?!"

"Master Feng…" The visitor startled, glancing between the room and Feng Rong. "But… isn’t this the sect master’s quarters?"

Feng Rong raised his brows smugly. "Got a problem?" He’d earned his sneaky entry.

"No, no! Not at all!" The man hastily shook his head. "Is the sect master present?"

"Not here!" Feng Rong lied without blinking.

"Qiu Zhang?" You You appeared holding documents. "Why visit so late?"

"Sect Master…" The old man wrung his hands. "I need to discuss… the Soul Beast matter."

"Come in." She waved Feng Rong aside and poured tea. "What’s urgent?"

Qiu Zhang’s wrinkled face contorted. His eyes darted like trapped moths before he blurted, "About… Soul Beast friend’s teachings."

"The Soul Beast?" You You frowned. "Hasn’t it been properly instructing you in dark energy cultivation?"

"Sect Master…" He gulped. "Could it write down the techniques instead? I’ll study alone!"

"Self-teaching?" You You blinked. "Is its spellcasting inadequate?"

"No! Its methods are profound, its explanations clear—"

"Teaching style issues?"

"Not that either!"

"Lacks dedication?"

"It arrives punctually daily!" Qiu Zhang moaned. Under its tutelage, he’d progressed from copying two Qiu Zhang Technique manuals nightly to five!

"Then why?"

The old man’s cheeks flushed tomato-red. His teacup clattered as he slumped forward, nearly faceplanting into the drink.

You You patted his quivering shoulder. "The Messenger of the Underworld lent the Soul Beast to aid your cultivation. Though young, it’s a Nether Realm graduate. As senior disciple, you should—"

"No conflict!" Qiu Zhang wailed.

"Then what?"

He shot a desperate look at the smirking Feng Rong, then blurted: "Please tell it to stop drooling at me during lessons! The pressure’s unbearable!"

The Soul Beast was undoubtedly skilled. But since You You brought this youth back, Qiu Zhang’s attempts to respect his teacher crumbled under constant saliva drips and lip-wiping mid-lecture.

Had he been some fair maiden, perhaps. But a shriveled elder? Was no one safe nowadays?

"Today…" His voice cracked. "It tried sniffing my hand! Said I smelled delicious!"

You You: "…"

Feng Rong: "…"

Qiu Zhang raised a trembling oath-sworn hand. "By my Inner Demon, it’s true!"

Did Nether Realm dwellers fancy… this? No—the Soul Beast had been well-behaved since recovering from…

Wait.

Recovery. Upset stomach.

You You inspected Qiu Zhang. After weeks absorbing dark energy, his soul now faintly mirrored the Soul Beast’s aura.

"Misunderstanding!" She laughed. "It eats residual souls. Our immortal sect lacks such fare. You’re a residual soul."

Qiu Zhang paled. "So…"

"It doesn’t want to court you." You You beamed. "It wants to eat you."

Feng Rong: "…"

Qiu Zhang: "…"

Far. Worse.

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