The Beast Taming Concubine: The Useless Miss Wants to Strik Back

Feng Qingcheng smiled helplessly. Could it be that there really was such an old man in white clothes? This was too much of a coincidence. How could she know who it was?

"This... I really don't know. Fengming City is quite remote, and my parents were quite strict with me when I was a kid, so I don't know much about the outside world. Why? Is he famous?"

Feng Qingcheng asked curiously.

"More than just famous, if it really is him, he would be a legendary figure in the Eastern Wilderness." Cang Mingchen exclaimed, his eyes full of admiration.

"At the age of seven, he cultivated spiritual power. At the age of eight, he became a first-level beastmaster, the youngest beastmaster in Xuandu State. At the age of twelve, he was able to rise to the top and become a fourth-level beastmaster. At the age of fourteen, he single-handedly wiped out a thousand bandits who were feared by the people. At the age of sixteen, he was promoted to Guoyi Duwei. Three hundred years ago, when he fought against the Northern Golden Wolf State, he killed the enemy's prince and shocked the world. At the age of eighteen, he was able to lead an army alone and eventually defeated the Golden Wolf State. At the age of twenty, he was made a marquis and prime minister, becoming the youngest court noble in the history of Xuandu State."

Cang Mingchen's narration of the history of the old man in white when he was young shocked Feng Qingcheng. This man's power was probably unstoppable in Xuandu Kingdom. He had achieved so much at such a young age and was almost invincible among his peers.

"After that, he made great military achievements for Xuandu State. We can say that he was a god-like figure three hundred years ago. If it weren't for his appearance, Xuandu State would have become who knows what it would be like today. Perhaps because his reputation was too great, the Holy Temple sent someone to invite him to Zhongzhou. Later, he heard that his wife was killed by the people of the Holy Temple, so he was furious for revenge and killed seven holy sons of the Holy Temple. In the end, he was hunted down by the people of the Holy Temple and disappeared." Cang Mingchen sighed: "Some people say that he was killed, and some people say that he has passed away in hiding somewhere."

"Then why do you think the old man in white is him?" Feng Qingcheng asked puzzledly.

"How could this be false? The Qilin Staff and the Chaos Dragon Turtle, these are his symbols, and he was the only one at that time!" Cang Mingchen affirmed.

Feng Qingcheng slapped her forehead. She never expected that the nonsense she made up could lead to such a great person.

"What's his name?"

"Nine Nether Saint, God Wu Luo!"

Feng Qingcheng muttered to herself and remembered the name. For now, she could only rely on this guy.

"By the way, what is the function of this guest token?" Feng Qingcheng saw that Xuanyuan Chen wanted to ask more questions, so she quickly changed the subject.

Cang Mingchen didn't ask any more questions and told her the function of the token.

The guest tokens of the Beastmaster Guild are divided into five levels, from low to high: white, blue, red, gold, and purple.

The Red Phoenix token is a third-level guest, and enjoys VIP treatment in the Beast Tamer Guild. You can handle anything first, and you can ask the Beast Tamer Guild for help. After paying a certain amount of money, there will be strong people within the sixth-level Beast Tamer to assist you. In particular, this token is universal in all places in the Sky Continent.

Feng Qingcheng was stunned. Was this Master Yan trying to win her over? But she was just a second-level beastmaster. Thinking of this, Feng Qingcheng knew that he must have done this because of the relationship between the Nine Nether Saint Shen Wuluo and herself.

"Fengjiu, there is one more thing I must remind you of." Cang Mingchen's expression became solemn: "You were too reckless before. The Minister of Literature is very protective of his people. You hit his daughter this time, I'm afraid you will be in danger. Why don't you stay in my Prince Jin's Mansion. At least here, even if the Minister of Literature comes in person, he can't act wildly."

Cang Mingchen looked serious and was a little worried about Feng Qingcheng.

Feng Qingcheng pondered. She was indeed not afraid, but Mo Yun and Shuang'er were too weak. Once something happened, it would be difficult for her to protect them both.