The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

Feng Qing’an suddenly felt an overwhelming power enveloping him, along with the nearby Black Mountain, Bai Yao, and Sen Mio. The world seemed to be upside down and after everything regained its clarity, Feng Qing’an could see the familiar residence again.

“Master, you’re back?!”

The Osaka military man, who was initially consumed with worry, was surprised and elated as he sighted the young man who had suddenly appeared next to him, underneath the magnificent gate in the sky of the City God Temple.

“Young master, my…”

A voice filled with a touch of awkwardness rose up. However, as his focus settled on the young man and his surroundings, the anticipation on his face slowly solidified, ultimately giving way to disappointment. He did not see the figure he had long been awaiting.

“I’m sorry!”

Seeing a man whose expectation turned into despair and then into a hue of desperation, a sense of guilt washed over Feng Qing’an. After all, he had made a promise, yet, once they had entered the Underworld, he had not got a chance to make contact with the Heavenly Dragon monk.

The Heavenly Dragon monk had now escaped from the Underworld and his whereabouts were unknown. Even if Feng Qing’an could find him, he wouldn’t be able to use any tough means to demand the Carp essence from the monk’s hands.

Given the monk’s hostile attitude towards anything other than the Human Race, it was clear that he’d rather kill mistakenly than let a demon go.

The sword given to him by his older brother was of no use to the monk.

“You should stay here with your kid for now. Zhao, take care of them!”

Feng Qing’an instructed his steward, Zhao.

“Yes!”

The old military man glanced at the man. In just the span of a few moments, he had already inquired about the situation and had successfully dispelled the man’s alertness. After all, it’s just a demon, what’s the big deal? Had he not seen one before?

While practicing martial arts to his level, who didn’t have some demon blood on their hands? Some martial artists targeted and hunted down demons to improve their physical stamina.

“Thank you, sir, for your kindness. I have nothing to offer you in return except my hard work and loyalty!”

Upon hearing Feng Qing’an’s decision to let them stay, the man immediately fell to his knees, gratitude overcome him, and he began to bow deeply to Feng Qing’an.

Conscious of the fact that Feng Qing’an had not brought his wife back, he was not ungrateful. Once he calmed down, he realized if he stayed in his old dwelling, he and his two children might be doomed.

“There’s no need to work like a beast of burden, just keep the courtyard clean if you don’t mind, your monthly salary …”

Feng Qing’an glanced at Zhou, his housekeeper. This housekeeper, a tactful fellow, immediately responded:

“Ten gold coins!”

“Ten gold coins?”

Even though the man, stricken with the recent grief of losing his wife, was overcome with surprise. He and his wife couldn’t save up three gold coins in a whole year of hard work.

Feng Qing’an had lost his concept of the value of money. He was not aware of how much commoners could earn and spend daily. Hence, he looked to Zhao for guidance. As it turned out, Zhao had no idea either.

Even so, considering his status, before becoming the steward, he was a ground tyrant, devoid of worldly tribulations. In his eyes, that little salary might already be too little. But one look at the man’s facial expression said it all.

“Well, ten gold coins it is!”

Not lacking money, Feng Qing’an simply waved his hands in agreement, leaving the man who was dealing with great grief just a moment ago overjoyed. Despite his sorrowful face, an uncontrollable joy arose, making it bizzare.

“I need to rest now!”

Feng Qing’an looked up at the sky, where the giant gate of the Underworld that was hovering over the City God Temple was slowly closing. The impressive Yin soldiers who had been standing at both sides had long disappeared.

“Master, this…”

Zhao still looked troubled. In fact, everyone in the city who could see this scene was worried. Most of them could only feel that a major event had occurred without knowing the details.

When the gods were furious, mortals would not be involved, but the cultivators might not be so lucky, especially the martial artists. Those who had achieved something in martial arts never worshipped the gods and the gods didn’t like the martial artists, full of blood and vigor.

“Don’t worry, everything is okay now!”

Feng Qing’an waved his hand. What he wanted now was to get some rest. He had just entered Fengtian City and already had to deal with so much. He was feeling spiritually exhausted and didn’t want to be disturbed anymore.

Unfortunately, this peace was only for a fleeting moment. It was estimated that those Taoist priests and monks would find him here in no time. For now, he would enjoy this rare moment of peace.

Twilight descended, and the stars embellished the firmament. The moon nearing its full phase was like an impeccable jade plate, hung high in the sky, radiating a soft glow that sprinkled infinite moonlight upon the earth.

Hmm~

The youth was seated on the bed. With his every inhalation and exhalation, boundless spiritual qi rushed in even in this common, worldly place, gathering around him. It quickly transformed into a red halo.

“The Eighth Soul Contract!”

Just as the halo was about to shatter, the youth, now well-acquainted with the practice of soul power, opened his eyes. He witnessed the breaking of the halo and its absorption into his body. He felt his soul power increase once more.

“This is too slow!”

Although he could still clearly feel the growth of his soul power during cultivation as compared to the rapid progress he made previously, breaking through successive stages, Feng Qing’an now felt a sense of powerlessness like climbing a towering mountain with no end in sight.

Heavenly Beast Master!

The fourth realm of the Guardian Beast Master, followed by the fifth and sixth realms. Feng Qing’an could foresee this, and the further he progressed, the more difficult the cultivation became.

Now he could still feel the growth of his soul power during cultivation, but once he reached the realm above the Heavenly Beast Master, he might spend an entire night practicing without feeling anything. Only after accumulating day by day could he feel some subtle changes.

“Dong Xuan, are you there?”

In the silent and lengthy night, Feng Qing’an thought of all he had experienced and felt the need to confide. The first choice that came to his mind was Dong Xuan, the ruler of You Huang. After all, his friend Nan Ge was still weak, and speaking to her wouldn’t help much.

“Hmm?”

As the ruler of a country, Dong Xuan wasn’t always available to respond. In the underworld, there was no distinction between day and night. She might be leading an army to attack other Ghost Nations, conquering cities and territories.

At this moment, she was responding to him only because she was free from the warfare. In any case, she currently had some leisure time to chat with him.

“I want to cultivate!”

“Yes.”

“Today I went to the accompanying capital of Da Jin…”

Feng Qing’an didn’t care about Dong Xuan’s somewhat indifferent attitude and started to talk about his day’s experiences, especially his time in the underworld. When he told about his wish to cultivate and how he was surrounded by real Taoist priests who competed to recruit him, it became quite a story.

“So you want to choose a sect to cultivate?”

After patiently listening to all of Feng Qing’an’s ramblings, Dong Xuan asked calmly.

“I have such an idea, but there are many things in the Taoist sect that I don’t understand. I don’t want to join a sect without knowing these things.”

“What do you want to know?”

“What realm does a true Taoist person belong to? What does becoming a true sage represent? And what is the meaning of an immortal?”

“I don’t know what the current Immortal Cultivation realm is like, but when my previous life still existed, only Core Formation cultivators who formed a top three golden pill could be called True Men. And a Core Formation cultivator who displayed his law body and was expected to reach the Dong Xuan realm could be called a True Sage!”

“Dong Xuan realm?”

“That is, what they call a Human Immortal, a cultivator who has one foot on the path of immortality; I was once one.”

“So, is the immortal in Taiyin Sky a Dong Xuan realm cultivator?”

“That should be the case. Why? Do you want to take her as your master?”

Dong Xuan’s tone shifted slightly.

“She is my best choice at the moment!”

Feng Qing’an detected the unchanging tone of the ruler. After all, they had known each other for more than a day or two; how could he possibly not notice such a subtle change in her mood?

“I also have to face the tribulation soon!”