The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

A dazzling light, reminiscent of the sunset, and an evening glow separated from the body of the large demon with a wolf’s head and a human’s body. When it landed, it transformed into a black wolf, surrounded by resplendent ghostly blue flames. After the large demon lost its enhancement, it immediately reverted to its original form.

Surprisingly, it was a handsome young man with a graceful demeanor and in bright white clothes. After the demon detached itself from him, there wasn’t the slightest hint of demon qi on him, on the contrary, he was filled with an abundant aura of spirituality.

“Amitabha!”

Seeing the splitting of the demon with a wolf’s head and a human’s body, transforming into Feng Qing’an and the black wolf imbued with demonic qi, the Heavenly Dragon monk with eyes already transformed into blood red and a body emanating Buddha’s light like a burning fire, could hardly believe what he was witnessing. His already shaky Zen-heart received another shock and he bowed his head to recite the Buddha’s name.

“May you have the blessings and longevity of the Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate!”

In fact, at this moment, not just Monk Yinghai of the Heavenly Dragons was greatly shocked, but many cultivators who had rushed over from the Fengtian City and the surrounding mountain villages and forests were also greatly shaken after witnessing this scene. A Taoist with a purple gold crown couldn’t help but bow his head in reverence and recite the Taoist salutation.

Whether it was true people of Taoism or eminent monks of Buddhism, at this moment, they looked at Feng Qing’an with evidences of regret and incredulity, with a mix of uncomprehending and remorseful expressions; their moods were indeed complex.

Merging with the demon, no matter what kind of exquisite secret technique it was, it only proved one point—that this cultivator had indeed fallen into the path of demons. Both Taoism and Buddhism would make such a judgment.

“Yinghai, come and battle me!”

At this moment, Feng Qing’an was feeling rather distressed too. The development of matters to this point was something he never wanted to see, but he didn’t have a choice.

Maintaining the fusion with the Black Mountain and keeping on the battle with the bald monk, whose body was absurdly filled with Buddha’s treasures, he would sooner or later be forced to reveal his true form.

Instead of being in such a sorry state, he should take the opportunity to replenish his soul power around his body, remove the fusion with the Black Mountain, and seek to merge with the Dragon Father Giant. Given his physical characteristics, once they were bestowed upon the Dragon Father Giant, it shouldn’t be a problem to beat the bald monk half to death.

However, doing so would expose some of his secret weapons which he could have concealed, right under the glaring daylight. But he had no choice. When Yinghai swung down the Demon Subduing Pestle from the sky, the current scene was bound to unfold.

A cultivator can domesticate demons. After all, irrespective of the sect, there are precedents where demons were tamed to serve as mounts. But Feng Qing’an was well aware that as a practitioner, whether of Taoism or Buddhism, once one controls the power of the demon, it is deemed as a fall into the demonic path.

He would be banished from the righteous mainstream, lumped together with heterodox religions, and even labelled as heretic—basically his reputation would be shot.

Moreover, by revealing such a trick under the open sky and the eyes of the public, Feng Qing’an didn’t need to think twice to know that from now on, he wouldn’t have to worry about being monitored by eminent monks of Buddhism or true people of Taoism.

No Taoist temple or Buddhist monastery would invite him to join. As long as they didn’t target him to suppress, it would be considered a gesture of gratitude for these days of acquaintance.

“Master Wind, there’s boundless suffering in the sea of suffering, the shore is behind you!”

Seeing Feng Qing’an unharmed, even without a trace of demonic qi on him, Monk Yinghai of the Heavenly Dragons had an exceptionally serious expression on his face. With his experience, he couldn’t comprehend the choices Feng Qing’an had made.

He didn’t understand why Feng Qing’an would choose to control the power of the demon when he had such outstanding talent. There were many true people and eminent monks rushing to hand him the Taoist scriptures. However, under no circumstances should he have made such unwise decisions.

He had seen cultivators and monks falling into the path of the demons. But those fallen cultivators went awry because they couldn’t achieve much on the right path. To attain stronger powers and reach higher realms, they chose to flock together with demons.

But Feng Qing’an was in no way a typical cultivator. Even before he had truly started to practice cultivation, Monk Yinghai was certain that this Second Young Master Feng would undoubtedly achieve great success, whether he chose to cultivate Taoism or Buddhism. It wasn’t even impossible for him to reach the state that billions of cultivators craved for—the Fruit Position.

Yet, such a cultivator with outstanding talent and exceptional charisma, who hadn’t even set foot in the threshold of cultivation, was taking a stride ahead by controlling the power of the demon.

Although he didn’t understand how he had merged with a large demon, there was no doubt that he had fallen into the path of the demon.

What exactly happened? Why would such a pride of the human clan make such a self-destructive and shortsighted choice, thereby cutting off his own path? Even though he had better choices.

Roar~

The roaring sound of a dragon echoed as a could of ethereal mist rose from the southeast. All the people and eminent monks looked in that direction, and saw a golden scaled flood dragon emerging from the mist.

The body of the dragon, several feet long, coiled around Feng Qing’an, confronting the monk whose body was enveloped in the Buddha’s light.

Howl~

A wolf howled, and a white wolf rose into the clouds from the northwest, bringing with it a cloud of mist and scattered ice crystals. It quickly arrived by Feng Qing’an’s side.

Bleat~

This was not the end. Along with a strange bleating sound, auspiciousness emerged from the east, treading on a sky full of green mist and rushing forward. Witnessing this, every cultivator, including the monks, was astonished.

With a dragon’s head and a horse’s body, a skeletal system with wings, and golden scales covering the body, there was no doubt that it had no connection to the demon. Wherever it went, there was an aura of auspiciousness and a surge of purple qi.

However, when such auspiciousness also rose behind Feng Qing’an, it provoked a unanimous thought in the hearts of numerous cultivators who had been attracted by the earth-shattering waves and gathered under the sky over Longyin Academy during the recitation of the hymn.