The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

Whether in terms of quality or quantity, the monks simply couldn’t match the opponent. This was a disheartening fact for them, but it also ignited in them a longing for the West Xi Lan Continent, beyond tens of thousands of miles of maritime border.

“Is this how Great Cultivators combat?”

Seeing the monk, who transformed into a three-headed, six-armed Heavenly Dragon performing demonic suppression, and fearlessly facing off with the city god of Underworld with no side falling short, Feng Qing’an felt as if he had found the gate to a new world, his eyes twinkling.

“What a joke! How many can fight like this baldy? Do you think the treasures he possesses are made out of mud?”

Upon hearing Feng Qing’an’s words, the old beggar immediately shook his head in denial, not wanting to create any misconceptions for the young boy beside him,

“Didn’t you hear what the old city god said? This little baldy is no less than a Buddha. How else could he have gathered such a collection of Buddhist treasures? Old beggars like us, living in the mountains and wilds, can’t compare to the Buddha’s children that emerge from those famous large temples!”

“Senior, you are wrong. Even those who come from famous sects can’t gather such a collection of treasures!”

A dashing, handsome young man couldn’t help but interject.

Not only did the monks fall silent at the sight of it, but even these people from the background of Taoism were equally amazed at the sight of this foreign monk.

Such a high-grade magical artifact, even the Great Cultivators who have already formed a Yuan Dan could be ecstatic to possess one, which could provide a boost of confidence in their travels and could be used for self-protection and safeguarding the path of cultivation.

Yet, this person can display the three-headed, six-armed form, but can’t take it. The Buddha beads that scattered around because of the city god revealing his law body just now, this monk didn’t even bother to pick up.

“That only proves that the portal behind you is not big enough. Didn’t that little baldy introduce himself just now? He is not the Buddha’s child in the temple. If it was the Buddha’s child, the Buddha’s treasures in his hand would only increase, not decrease!”

The old beggar didn’t care about the thoughts of others and spoke freely. The handsome young man, who had just responded to his remarks, bowed slightly with a wry smile on his face,

“Senior’s words are extremely true!”

Feng Qing’an, who was concentrating on the magnificent sight in the sky, noticed the subtle attitude of the handsome young man. He glanced at the old beggar, a unique look in his eyes.

It seems that nobody was sitting at the main seat in front of the throne in the Underworld palace, not because the monks and Taoists didn’t want to be too close to the merriment, but perhaps because someone was sitting in the main seat.

Before he could speak, no one dared to sit in front of him. They could only sit or even stand behind him.

“Senior, which mountain are you from?”

If you don’t know, ask. In the present situation, Feng Qing’an felt there was no need to keep his question to himself.

“Hehe, I came down from Crane-calling Mountain!”

The old beggar didn’t hesitate to answer. However, when he mentioned the name of the mountain, Feng Qing’an looked puzzled. He had never heard of this name before.

“Never heard of it before? It’s right if you haven’t. I chose the name myself. I keep some Three-Yellow Chickens on the mountain, so it’s not that well-known.”

“I see. However, the height of the mountain does not determine its divinity, but its inhabitants do. A rare spiritual place where extraordinary figures like senior live must be a sight to see. If possible, may I have the chance to visit the mountain?”

“Of course, if you want, I can take you to look around now!”

No sooner had Feng Qing’an’s words fallen, the old beggar who was laughing merrily just a moment ago, suddenly turned serious. The oily palm was extended, and he grabbed Feng Qing’an’s wrist again.

“What…?”

Feng Qing’an was also surprised by the action of this old cultivator. Is this how cultivators act, so swiftly and decisively?

“Young gentleman, not to mention the spiritual lands, within my Qingyuan Sect we also own a well-known immortal mountain in Nan Hua. If you are interested, you are welcome to visit our Qingyuan Sect!”

“Heh, are you even proud to boast about your little hill in the Qingyuan Sect as famous in Nan Hua? Honorable gentleman, in my Ding Sect, we have three floating immortal mountains…”

“What are immortal mountains and spiritual lands? In my Beichen Religion, we have the Twelve Yuan Chen Immortal Palaces, the real abode of immortals, achieved by our founder during his travels beyond the heavens. If the young gentleman is interested, you can visit our Immortal Palace, perhaps you can comprehend our paramount law, the ‘Twelve Yuan Chen Secret Records’!”

Upon hearing this, many cultivators glanced sideways, recognizing the identity of the speaker, who turned out to be the elder of the Beichen Religion he had mentioned.

The paramount law he mentioned was the foundation of their sect. Bringing that out only meant they were truly spending a fortune. But compared to what they might gain, this was nothing. Who in the room would begrudge the mere cost of a cultivation skill?

“No matter how great the world’s immortal mountains are, they are still inferior to the enlightened territories of Cave Sky. We have seventeen enlightened territories in our sect, including Kun Ling, Taiyin and other Cave Skies, all of which can be opened for the gentleman!”

At this moment, the female cultivator who had just contended with the Buddhist Gate in the hall opened her mouth. Her eyes looked at Feng Qing’an, who was slightly stunned at the moment, and made a promise that everyone found irresistible.

If the cultivation skill is the foundation of a sect, Cave Sky, which can avoid catastrophes, is the foundation for a sect’s survival over ten thousand years. Even this is let in?

“Enlightened territories? As if your sect is the only one who possesses such …”

“Amitabha!”

Not only did the Taoist followers start voicing their opinions, but even the monks gathered nearby couldn’t help but want to say something. But before the monk who chanted the name of Buddha could speak what he wanted to say, he saw a few eyes, filled with deadly vibes, cast upon them.

“…”

After comparing the number of Taoist and Buddhist cultivators present at the scene and glancing at the old beggar who was holding Feng Qing’an’s wrist, the monk who wanted to speak tactfully lowered his head, silently turning his prayer beads and chanting.

“What’s going on?”

Feng Qing’an was puzzled as he watched the various Taoist monks who suddenly became warm towards him, inviting him to visit their sects and even offering to open up the enlightened lands of the Cave Sky for him.

It seemed that just because of a few words he had said, he had become a hotcake that these monks were scrambling to get, as if whoever got him could lift their sect to immortality.

“It’s nothing, just, do you have the intention to cultivate?”

Not to mention the others, even the old beggar looked at Feng Qing’an with different eyes than before, at this moment. The hand he used to hold Feng Qing’an, was extraordinarily strong, as if he was not holding a young man’s wrist, but the path of truth itself.

“Senior, why do you say that? Seeking the immortal dao, living free and easy, who doesn’t wish for that?”

Feng Qing’an really didn’t understand why a senior of the Taoist gate would ask such nonsensical questions, is there anyone in the world who could refuse to cultivate immortality?

However, Feng Qing’an could clearly feel that after he voiced that statement, not only the old beggar in front of him, but also the cultivators originally wanting to rejoice in the Underworld, and the many monks nearby, all those substantial gazes fell upon him.

“Your elder brother does not wish to cultivate, he has no intent for immortality!”

The old beggar answered. He was fortunate enough to meet a reincarnation of the immortal monarch, but what surprised him was that, despite his divine powers, the reincarnated immortal showed no interest in reentering the Taoist gate or seeking the dao.

He did understand, though. After all, having walked the path once already, having chosen to start over, why would he want to take the same journey again? Of course, he would choose a different path, and this immortal seemed to have found a completely different route.

Though it seemed a bit strange, it was much better than entering the Buddhist Gate and getting robbed by those bald monks.

When he met the blood sibling of the reincarnated immortal here, the old beggar also noticed the extraordinary attributes of this second son, who was similarly blessed with innate divine powers. However, like his elder brother, there was not the slightest trace of Taoist cultivation on this young man, seeming also wanting to take a different path as a reincarnated great power!

Having been disappointed once, the old beggar naturally did not wish to experience the same again. Hence, he was polite towards Feng Qing’an, intending to make acquaintance and establish a good karma but he did not expect that the young man would actually express his desire to cultivate.