The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

“There’s no need for such a welcome!”

The demeanor of Feng Qing’an changed slightly as he saw the ghost present the invitation before him.

Despite the ghost’s residence being serene and auspicious, its domain was enveloped in dense Yin Qi. Vital spirits should avoid setting foot in the Underworld unless necessary.

“Well, I will carry back your response…”

The ghost who had delivered the invitation bowed and was about to take his leave. Clearly, he couldn’t insist on inviting Young Master Feng, who was not willing to go. As for the command from his superior, it didn’t matter if he got scolded for not fulfilling it. After all, he had no chance of getting promoted.

“Wait, how are you going to report this?”

Feng Qing’an called out to stop him. It was better not to offend the ground snake unless necessary. He had just reflexively refused because he did not want to go to such a place as the Underworld.

“I will definitely report everything exactly as you said it to the superior official!”

The ghost said respectfully.

“Did I offend you in the past?”

expression became more subtle. What if these words were passed back? No one knew how those officials in the Underworld would interpret it.

Now that he was a proper young master, it was frustrating to have his subordinates constantly guessing his intentions, interpreting nine meanings from one sentence, and reading hidden meanings into everything he did. “It’s our first meeting, how could there be any offense?”

The ghost’s face blanched with fear, as the robust men by the young master’s side had already begun to sharpen their blades, just waiting for the young master’s order to strike him down.

“So, by doing this, aren’t you making me offend your superiors for no reason!”

Feng Qing’an squinted his eyes at the shivering ghost. He wasn’t sure if the ghost was doing this intentionally or unintentionally.

“Nevermind. You can report back like this: say that I am weary from traveling and need a day to rest. Tomorrow at noon, a banquet will be set up in the mansion. I’m inviting the City God and all the officials to join!”

“Yes, yes, I will definitely convey your message accurately!”

Shaking all over, the ghost disappeared into a puff of blue smoke and fled when he saw that Feng Qing’an no longer had any intention of keeping him.

“Young Master, are you going to give a banquet for the ghosts?!” The butler Zhao had a troubled look on his face after the ghost left.

“Yes, is there a problem?”

Feng Qing’an looked at the old warrior in front of him, whose vitality had significantly improved.

“What kind of food and drink should we prepare?”

Butler Zhao was somewhat stumped. Despite his over two hundred years of life, he had little to no dealings with ghosts. He led an orderly life, and the ghosts didn’t come to him for no reason. They intrinsically detested each other, and usually kept their distance.

“Prepare what we usually do!”

Feng Qing’an didn’t hesitate. What ghosts needed was incense but there was none here.

Let alone he wouldn’t worship ghosts, even if he did, would these ghosts dare to accept it?

As for those warriors, if they had thoughts of seeking help from ghosts, they wouldn’t have cultivated to their present level. Their greatest reliance was their own fists and their indomitable martial arts spirit.

‘Yes!”

With Young Master’s word, Butler Zhao had a clear direction. Everything would be set up according to the Young Master’s usual taste. As for the visiting ghosts, they could choose to eat or not!

The next day, the ghosts of Jinling Prefecture came as promised to visit. None of them objected to Butler Zhao’s banquet, which was clearly intended solely for the living.

However, after the banquet ended, Butler Zhao discovered that all the food in front of the ghosts had lost its flavor and texture, tasting like mud.

“So they can eat after all!”

After tasting a tasteless pastry in his hand, Butler Zhao, who had lived several lifetimes as a mortal, couldn’t help sighing.

If it weren’t for Young Master Feng, he probably wouldn’t have encountered these ghosts until after his death. While he was alive, ghosts wouldn’t bother him.

“No good comes without ulterior motives. So true!”

However, at this moment, Feng Qing’an was not bothered by these minor matters. The ghosts of Jinling Prefecture had wanted to invite him to a banquet in the Underworld when he entered the city yesterday. But he had tactfully refused, then turned around and invited them, and they readily agreed.

These actions were not because the local ghosts thought his group posed a threat, the ghosts of Da Jin would pass messages around. If they could settle in other cities without causing troubles, it was likely they wouldn’t be rejected in the next city.

The local ghosts being so solicitous was due to needing a favor. However, it was not them who were in a difficult situation, but their neighboring prefecture. They wanted him to pass along the request.

Why did they come to him about this matter? It was because, with some twists and turns, it could be related to him. Furthermore, he indeed might have the potential to solve it.

The neighboring prefecture of Jinling Prefecture was South Shao Prefecture. Its land was fertile and there were hundreds of thousands of acres of good fields, making it one of Da Jin’s major grain-producing areas. The reason for so many fields was the river that flowed through it.

The Wave River!

The same Wave River that was controlled by the brother of the Bailang River Water Monarch, Hongxi!

Unlike the Bailang River controlled by Hongxi, which flowed through mountains and provided sustenance only for birds and animals, the Wave River flowed through fertile fields on both sides, directly or indirectly affecting the livelihood of millions of people..