The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

“The Old City God is rushing people, let’s go!”

Most cultivators remained alert to the scene that just occurred in the sky, aware that the Old City God is probably not in a good mood at this moment, so no one wanted to bring doubt upon themselves.

This place, after all, is the Yin-Shi Law Field. Even the Heavenly Dragon Monk, who is equipped with Buddhist artifacts, dared not directly challenge the power of the divine artifact that had just been summoned. Naturally, they did not want to make trouble for themselves.

“Second Young Master Feng, please come this way!”

Yonghe Zhenren invited the young man in white to come by his side when a magnetic and deep voice rang out. A ghost spirit, dressed in a crimson robe, holding a jade pen iron scroll, with a polite and reserved smile, blocked Yonghe Zhenren’s way, amid the heavy scent of sandalwood.

“So, does the Underworld also want to keep people?”

The old beggar squinted slightly, his gaze at the ghost having a trace of hostility. Although he knew that these ghosts do not have the qualifications to compete with the true Taoists, he still disliked it.

“True lord, please don’t take offense. The Young Master had an agreement with our leader before entering the hall. I am here to lead the Young Master in accordance with the Old City God’s order!”

“That’s true!”

Upon hearing these words, Feng Qing’an quickly agreed. At this moment, he was surrounded by many true Taoists. After the initial surprise and joy, he felt somewhat annoyed.

The true Taoists continually recommended and introduced their sects to him, which caused him to feel somewhat disturbed. Now he just wanted to find a quiet place to get some peace and ponder things at his own pace.

“You have an agreement with the Old City God? Then go and chat with that old guy. By the way, ask him how he feels now after letting the little monk go.”

Yonghe Zhenren peeked at the Civil Judge, and then at Feng Qing’an, chuckling. However, he made no effort to hide the sarcasm in his voice.

Obviously, he was quite unhappy about the Old City God taking the man away from him. But it might not be a bad thing because there are too many true Taoists lurking around.

Although his Qianyang sect is indeed one of the best, the other sects are not without their past glories. Even if they have declined, it is only temporary. If it came to comparing their ancestors, they might not necessarily lose.

It might be a good thing to let the ghost spirits lead the way. No one who lacks basic knowledge of cultivation would abandon their physical body to practice the Divine Path of Incense. Unless they are desperate or simply lack the talent for cultivation, this would be the path they choose.

The old Taoist did not believe that the promising Second Young Master would be lured by the Old City God to practice the Divine Path of Incense unless the Old City God no longer wished to live.

“I wish to ask the City God about matters concerning my elder brother!”

Feng Qing’an replied with a wry smile.

“About your elder brother?”

The old Taoist was stunned, and the other True Lords were also taken aback. The True Lord then asked the Civil Judge directly,

“Can I listen to it?”

“The City God has only invited Second Young Master Feng. Respected Lores, please proceed this way!”

The Civil Judge’s face remained affable, but his stance was firmly drawn. Only Feng Qing’an was allowed to proceed. The other representatives of Taoism and Buddhism were unwelcome.

“What a pity!”

Everyone on the scene was interested in the matters of the reincarnated fairy monarch, but the old city god did not invite them and they could not force themselves to participate.

After all, this is the Underworld. Although the Old City God seemed to be in trouble with the Heavenly Dragon Monk, the latter’s proudest achievement was nothing more than summoning a precious Buddhist artifact and running away from here.

Even YongHe Shangzhen needed to consider whether he wanted to conflict with a city god in the Yin-Shi Law Field, perhaps, to glean some information in the future.

“Young Feng, you go!”

Even though they wanted to keep a close watch on Second Young Master Feng, to prevent him from being approached by other Taoists, the practitioners of Taoism had to let Feng Qing’an follow the Civil Judge into the depths of the Underworld.

“I’ve disrupted your mood, Young Master. Please forgive me!”

Stepping on the green jade steps, the Civil Judge, who had transformed into human size so as not to be overly intimidating, looked back at the young man in white with a smile.

“What disturbance? I haven’t had a chance to express my gratitude yet!”

At first, there was something amusing about being coveted and fought over by a crowd, but after listening to their clamor for a while, Feng Qing’an only felt aggrieved,

“At least now I have a moment’s peace!”

“Young Master, today you’ve truly opened our eyes. I have never seen a Taoist show such a disposition; like a market vendor, haggling over every last copper coin!”

“Ha ha!”

Upon hearing this, Feng Qing’an chuckled twice, but did not join in the banter. The Civil Judge did not say much either. With his steady steps, the jade bricks beneath his feet seemed to change, and the magnificent buildings on both sides, like fleeting shadows, receded in the background.

Before long, Feng Qing’an was led into a building that was only slightly less grand than the main hall he was in previously. A towering figure stood quietly within.

He should be around fifty, with gleaming, jet-black beard that showed no signs of greying. His expression was indifferent but his demeanor emitted an inclusive and mild aura. A dark cyan sword hung at his waist naturally exuding a sense of majesty.

“Lord City God!”

Feng Qing’an immediately moved forward to pay his respects. The middle-aged man before his eyes exuded an extraordinary scholarly temperament. Contrary to what one would expect, there was no hint of anything sinister about him. Instead, he seemed as alive as a normal human, radiating a sort of unique life force.

Just this feeling alone allowed Feng Qing’an to comprehend his extraordinariness. Even Eastern Huang failed to evoke such a feeling in him. There was something still lacking.

“There is no need for formalities between us. Seeing your face, so similar to your elder brother’s, still sends chills down my spine!”

The scholarly middle-aged man chuckled upon seeing Feng Qing’an’s respectful demeanor. He slightly angled his body to avoid the formalities.

“Could Lord City God tell me what conflict occurred between my elder brother and you?”

“I, a man of the Xiao family, am the third ancestor of Fangtian City! The sword strike from your elder brother was deserved because I failed in my duty to monitor my descendants!”

The city’s god answered openly.

Although he was initially perplexed and amazed by the young man who barged into the underworld, after understanding the whole situation, he did not resist. He indeed was guilty, and the young man was indeed qualified to punish him.

“What exactly happened?”

Feng Qing’an asked for more details.

“Are you familiar with Spirit Cultivators?”

“Of course!”

Feng Qing’an glanced back at the Spirit Wolf, Bai Yao, who was following him.

“Well, this matter all started with one of my descendants who coveted the beauty of a spirit cultivator…”

As promised, the City God patiently narrated the events of that year to Feng Qing’an.

Three years ago, during the Imperial Examination in Fengtian City, the city was in a state of unrest. Despite the heavy guard presence patroling the streets and entrances because of the examination, rumors and gossip still ran amok.

Heart-devouring Demon Fox!

A demon was said to be lurking in Fengtian City. Every time dusk fell, it would wander into people’s dreams, using its beauty to deceive. If the person’s will was not strong enough, their defenses would be broken down and their physical body in the real world would have their chest torn open and heart removed, dying in a horrifying state.

Since it wreaked havoc in dreams, even the patrolling gods and spirits had a hard time tracing its movements. Therefore, despite the enactment of a city-wide curfew and constant patrolling by soldiers and spirits from the underworld, they were unable to prevent the horrifying deaths of more than a dozen people every night.

“A demon fox? How can it invade dreams?”

Feng Qing’an expressed his puzzlement. Although he didn’t consider himself an expert on demons, he knew that their divine powers were generally related to their bloodline.

“This is related to a perverse individual in my Xiao family’s later generations. This demon was created by him, and his ability to invade dreams was also because of him!”

“Oh? I would like to hear more about it!”