Chapter 437: Chapter 268: Monarch Qilin, Emperor’s Bloodline

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A creature with the head of a dragon, the antlers of a deer, the body of a horse covered in golden scales and with bone-like wings… A majestic and beautiful auspicious beast stepped out of the ripped void at the call of the youth in white, its gentle eyes reflecting the scene of bloodshed were like jade.

“Is it… a Qilin?!”

The old Taoist stared wide-eyed at the spirit beckoned by the youth in white. His body and even his lips started to tremble slightly, his face flushed with excitement.

However, he quickly noticed something was off. Although it looked a lot like the Qilin, the divine beast described in the Daoist sutras, there were differences. The creature had wings, something not described in any sutra.

“A dragon horse?”

Trying to identify the creature before him, the old Taoist shook his head, dismissing his own guess. Although a dragon horse had wings and a body covered in golden scales, it was not related to the Dragon Clan and definitely did not possess a dragon’s head.

The old Taoist froze, the majestic and sacred auspicious beast had now lowered its head and was looking at him, its jade-like eyes met his.

It didn’t emanate an oppressive aura that made it hard to breathe but rather, its eyes brimmed with life, like a gentle breeze in spring, comforting and serene.

Under such a gaze, the old Taoist, who had just straightened his body, couldn’t help but bend slightly again. Deep down, he wanted to worship this auspicious beast.

Seeing this creature, he felt that if it wished, it could undoubtedly calm this chaotic world tormented by demons and restless spirits.

Even if it didn’t look like a Qilin or a dragon horse, it must be some kind of auspicious beast that he was not familiar with or hadn’t seen recorded in any Daoist sutra.

“What’s going on with you, why do you worship so readily? No one asked you to kneel and no one needs your excessive reverence!”

Feng Qing’an gestured and a gust of invisible wind pinned the old Taoist in place.

In life, there were only five entities one needed to give their respects to: heaven, earth, parents, teacher or a monarch. Those who sought the Tao, transcending the mundane, went against the heavens; thus, their obeisance was only due to their parents and mentors.

“What is it, senior?”

Despite appearing youthful, the old Taoist dared not underestimate Feng Qing’an.

Even if a highly respected Daoist looked youthful, he still had to be addressed as ‘senior’. Judging a person’s strength based on their appearance was a taboo in the world of cultivation. While he looked old and weary, he was the least useful, having no additional True Qi to slow down his aging.

“It’s my Spirit Beast.”

Feng Qing’an gave a brief answer, showing no interest in explaining further to the old Taoist. Amidst the wary gazes of the martial artists, he turned to Sen Miao,

“Can you deal with this?”

“I can.”

Sen Miao, who was staring at the bloody mess, nodded without hesitation. Her awakened Qilin bloodline could purify the filth in the world.

The Qilin, the most benevolent beast in the world, was not just ‘benevolent.’ If one thought they could trample over its boundaries because of its divine and gentle nature, they would face its wrath!

“Then purify this place of its filth, restore the peace.”

With the words of the youth in white, the Qilin that had stepped out from the void strode forward. Its hooves never touched the ground or dust, yet where each hoof landed, divine patterns emerged, creating jade grass and orchids, which turned into shadows and plunged deep into the bones and flesh of the demons.

With each puff of clean air that burst from the bloody mess, the once shadow-like jade grass and orchids began to flourish, using the flesh and blood of the demons as nutrients.

Where the auspicious beast tread, all the filth disappeared, leaving only the pure air which reverberated in all directions, purifying the evil.

With each spot of green light dotting the ground covered in demon remains, a refreshing fragrance began to drive out the lingering stench of blood in the air.

“A Wood Qilin!”

Gazing at the scene, a thoughtful look appeared in Feng Qing’an’s eyes.

The spirits he had contracted with need not worry about being constrained by their bloodline, nor enhancing their bloodline powers. All they needed to worry about was how to use those powers.

The same power in the hands of someone uninformed, and someone knowledgeable can wield different results.

Aoow—

At dawn, under a slightly bright sky where the mountains met the sky, the moon and stars giving way to the break of day, the silhouettes of the mighty mountains were cast into sharp relief.

At the edge of the mountains, a giant wolf king, that seemed as huge as a mountain, led his pack of wolves, each enveloped in an aura of clear Qi, to greet the rising sun, swallowing the trace of violet energy formed by the transition of Yin and Yang as the day broke.

“Does it feel like this?”

After taking a glance at the wolves brimming with vitality and even exuding a grassy fragrance, Feng Qing’an turned his attention back to the Qilin Beast, Sen Miao, who had been working tirelessly for the better part of the night.

Thanks to her continuous effort, the corpses of demons, which he lured with the Soul Blood Spirit Jade, and slayed afterwards, had all been transformed into jade grass and orchids blooming all over the place.