Beast Taming: I Have an Immortal Mansion

The soul was left speechless by the Old Lion’s question. He truly didn’t know how to answer the Old Lion.

"It seems you don’t know either. Luckily, I’ve found two companions for you this time. You can chat with each other. Hmm, although it seems I tore one of them to shreds in the recent fight."

As the Old Lion spoke, Tu Ling’s soul materialized. He was startled by the scene before him. When he saw the weakened soul, much of the situation instantly became clear.

"Huo Gan, everyone thought you had gone missing. To think you’d be here."

The weakened soul shook his head with a bitter smile. He was indeed Huo Gan. Decades ago, he had ventured deep into the Barbaric Wilderness to find a Human-faced Patterned Serpent and heal his Spiritual Crane.

He never imagined that in the end, he would be devoured by the Old Lion, his soul drawn into this space to answer the beast’s questions day and night.

Seeing Tu Ling, Huo Gan knew the man had suffered the same fate. He felt no schadenfreude, only the simple joy of no longer being alone.

For decades, the Old Lion had spent most of its time asleep, leaving Huo Gan with almost no one to talk to during the long years.

The souls devoured by the Old Lion—those below the Golden Core realm—usually couldn’t last more than a few moments before dissolving into this pure white spirit world.

Only the souls of those at the Golden Core realm or higher could linger for a time, but even they would eventually dissipate.

He was currently the only soul of a Mid-stage Nascent Soul Cultivator. Over the years, the Old Lion had occasionally given him an infusion of Soul Power, which was the only reason he hadn’t dissipated completely.

"Am I dead?"

Tu Ling asked. Huo Gan shook his head.

"Not completely. Our souls haven’t dispersed yet. True death only comes when our souls scatter and become one with this place."

Huo Gan and Tu Ling had never met, but they knew of each other through various channels. To think their first time truly meeting would be in a place like this.

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Fang Qingyuan blinked. Through his spiritual sense, he perceived that the dust had settled in just a few moments.

Eighty li away, the body of the Bow-holding Nascent Soul had abruptly exploded into dust. Everything within a radius of about ten yards was instantly pulverized.

This included the Nascent Soul Cultivator’s storage bag. Oh, wait, one thing remained. The longbow artifact had been blasted dozens of li away.

Although Fang Qingyuan couldn’t make heads or tails of the situation, he didn’t hesitate. He released a furtive, fiery-red bird from his Immortal Mansion, and it sped toward the spot where the longbow had landed.

Yuan Duo arrived a moment later, looking at Fang Qingyuan with the same confusion in her eyes. In less than ten breaths, everything had taken a shocking turn.

As a Nascent Soul Cultivator, Yuan Duo was perfectly capable of sensing the life signatures of Tu Ling and Yu Jiao.

But within moments of each other, they had both perished. It was a development that completely defied her understanding.

Yuan Duo then gave Fang Qingyuan a questioning look. Fang Qingyuan understood at once. With a flick of the long banner in his hand, he summoned over ten thousand Scorpion-tailed Bees and sent them flying toward Chu Hongshang’s position in the distance.

Through his mental link, Fang Qingyuan could tell that the area where Chu Hongshang and the One-armed Nascent Soul had been fighting was now a chaotic blur. He couldn’t see anything clearly with his senses alone; he would have to send his poisonous bees and attach his divine sense to them.

Fang Qingyuan’s divine sense traveled with the Scorpion-tailed Bees, crossing dozens of li in a mere moment. Through their eyes, he saw Chu Hongshang lying limply on the ground, her own eyes shut tight, her condition unknown.

Beside her stood the One-armed Nascent Soul, his single arm raised high. His body still radiated an astonishingly powerful aura, intimidating every living creature within a ten-li radius.

The Blood Transformation Demon Saber lay quietly to the side. If not for the crimson energy swirling above it, anyone seeing it would have mistaken it for a mere inanimate object.

At that moment, Fang Qingyuan felt a pang of indecision. ’Should I go over there in person to see what’s happening?’