The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

Creak~

The large door of the Feng Family’s courtyard had not been opened for a long time until this moment. The young man stood outside his house looking at the silent village under the night sky and remembered his childhood spent here. This filled him with a sense of nostalgia.

He felt particularly sentimental tonight, because Feng Qing’an had a premonition that once he left, it would take many years for him to return. By then, the people and things he knew would have changed.

“Mr. Zhang…Er Pang…”

After cleaning up the yard, Feng Qing’an did not rush to leave the village. First, he visited the house of the teacher who had taught him how to read and write. Then he went to the house of the old friend who had agreed to adopt Heishan, his wolf.

He knew that he could no longer fulfill the expectations to bring glory to the family. And to the high hopes his friend had for him, finding a way to earn a living, Feng Qing’an felt powerless.

What he could do was to silently treat their bodies while they were still in their dreams, erasing the injuries and hidden diseases accumulated over time.

Only after everything was arranged did Feng Qing’an step into the morning light and head into the mountains. Since he was back home, he had to pay a visit to the Mountain god although it was not crucial.

The main reason that Feng Qing’an went up the mountain was to store away his painstakingly nursed pack of demon wolves into the fifth layer of Cave Sky.

Not even the abundant dragon veins and sensible spirituality of the Thousand Miles Mountain Range could sustain a pack of demon wolves. Even if they only consumed normal food, the demon wolves could rapidly deplete the spirits of the mountains.

Therefore, bringing all the demon wolves in the mountains into Cave Sky was the best solution. In that piece of Cave Sky that had been established by a powerful member of the Demon Clan, there was the most suitable environment to foster the growth of demons, even though it was a bit damaged now.

“You must take good care of my daughter…”

In the late morning when Feng Qing’an was about to part with the Mountain god and go to find Heishan, he saw how the Black Wolf was being nagged by the White Wolf master who was smaller than him.

“White Wolf, you’ve been saying these words back and forth for almost half a day now. Don’t worry! Your daughter is safe with me and is much stronger than you now.”

After the ambiguous assurance, Feng Qing’an set off with Heishan, leaving Green Python Mountain and heading for the Yongning county city. The journey did not take him long.

Even if he did not use his senses, which were becoming more and more non-human, to track and perceive, he would soon find his parents who were both very busy just by casually asking bystanders.

However, no matter how busy the parents were, the moment they saw their son standing in front of them, they immediately put everything aside.

“Father, Mother, I, your unfilial son, am planning to go to the mountains to cultivate Dao. I’ve come to say goodbye to you.”

After taking his mother and father to a secluded place where no one would peep, Feng Qing’an did not hesitate. He knelt down on the ground, bowed his head and touched the ground with it. When Feng Shouli and Yin Shi looked dazed and their eyes filled with confusion, Feng Qing’an opened his five fingers, and dazzling thunderlight danced on his palm and fingers.

“Immortal!”

Seeing the thunder dancing on his son’s hand, and an increasingly visible aura of riches and honour, Feng Shouli was startled, and he couldn’t help but take a step back. When he saw the familiar face of the young man who was wielding the thunder, his face stiffened, and he opened his mouth but didn’t know what to say.

“Are you really my Er Niu?”

Even Yin Shi, seeing the thunderlight dancing on the palm of her second son, unconsciously showed a look of awe. However, when her gaze fell on her own son, her expression immediately turned to one of doubt.

“It’s genuine, if I were not your biological son, who would kowtow so deeply to you?”

Feng Qing’an was slightly amused.

“So what’s this about the thunder?”

Yin Shi plucked up her courage and pointed to the thunderstorm wrapped around Feng Qing’an’s fingers. Since ancient times, both humans and beasts have held innate reverence for celestial thunder, which is regarded as a symbol of heaven’s might.

To be able to control celestial thunder, a cultivator is naturally seen as an earthbound immortal in the eyes of the ordinary folks. In the eyes of this couple, the child who had rushed to take the Imperial examination only earlier this year suddenly grew into an immortal when he returned at the end of the year. How could they accept this so quickly?

“Don’t be afraid, Father and Mother. This is just for show. It’s a preliminary Thunder Method I have cultivated, which is a kind of Dao technique called ‘Five Thunder Technique’…”

Feng Qing’an was lying through his teeth, and readily made up a name for his technique based on one he had read about in Daoist scriptures. Otherwise, it would be hard to explain.

In fact, Feng Qing’an underestimated the mental endurance of his parents. Although he envisioned many possibilities, none of them included his parents accepting his decision to cultivate and seek immortality in the mountains within half an hour.

“Becoming an immortal is wonderful. If we could become immortals, why should we be officials and put up with airs?”

Feng Shouli helped Feng Qing’an up from the ground. Even when Feng Qing’an shared his plan not to participate in the Imperial examination, this Han man didn’t show any signs of anger. In fact, he was all smiles.

Compared to cultivating and becoming an immortal, the Imperial examination chase for worldly fame and fortune seemed quite mediocre. Regardless of how it is viewed or heard, the former always seemed better.

“Er Niu, what kind of place do you live in on the mountain? What do you eat? Surely it’s just like in the storyteller’s tales, dining on the morning dew and the air?”

In comparison to the magnanimous Feng Shouli, at this moment Yin Shi had reverted back to being the nagging matron in Feng Qing’an’s memory, incessantly asking questions and giving advice while holding his arm.

Parting with his parents took much longer than Feng Qing’an had imagined. After a whole three days, Feng Qing’an summoned the clouds and ascended to the heavens on the outskirts of Yongning County under his parents’ reluctant yet expectant gazes.

“My son, practice diligently on the mountain and always remember the words of your masters.”

“Er Niu, when you come home next time, bring a few fairy daughters-in-law. If you can bring back some grandchildren, it would be even better.”

“I understand.”

Ultimately, unable to defy his parents’ heartfelt expectations, Feng Qing’an agreed. His figure quickly disappeared into the clouds, leaving no trace behind.

“Northern Border!”

Standing among the clouds, Feng Qing’an cast his gaze toward the north of Da Jin. This worldly journey, as long as he sees his eldest brother one last time, he can return to the netherworld to concentrate on his cultivation. For a short period, he need not return to the human world.

“What a bother!”

Even considering their new brotherhood, arranging a meeting could be somewhat tricky. Feng Qing’an knew his elder brother was surrounded by a large group of genuine people and monks who firmly believe he is the reincarnation of an Immortal Monarch. The number of cultivators his brother had to deal with daily greatly exceeded his own.

“Sword, I know you are sentient. Go and tell my elder brother that his second brother, Feng Qing’an, wants to meet him. I have some important matters to discuss with him.”

Feng Qing’an took out the Sword of Gods Slaying the Dragon presented to him by his brother. This ancient long sword, with a scabbard that silently radiates a dark, almost black, crimson and purple color, harbors an aura within it that even divine demons fear.

“Go!”

Upon finishing his command, Feng Qing’an confidently launched his sword into the sky. The blade turned into a long rainbow that cut across the sky, heading straight to the north.

In this way, Feng Qing’an, who didn’t exactly know where his elder brother was started chasing after the path left by his sword.

Halfway through his chase, the sword he hurled out came circling back. But upon its return, the long sword brought back another swordsman.

Meow~

A mysterious dark red cat, the size of a palm, was crouched on the scabbard, reflecting a hint of dark red under the sun. After Feng Qing’an retrieved the long sword, the cat jumped onto his arm without hesitation, climbed all the way up, and finally squatted on his shoulder.

“Identify!”

[Race: Heavenly Demon White Tiger]

[Trait: Sky, Demon, Divine, Spirit, Beast]

[Potential Level: Emperor · Upper Class]

[Combat Level: Spirit Awakening · Medium]

“What the hell is this?”

Seeing the identification results, Feng Qing’an’s face instantly turned ghastly pale. He looked somewhat fearfully at the mysterious cat perched on his shoulder, who was currently head down licking its paw.

Regardless of its outrageously high potential, just its race and traits alone were enough to make Feng Qing’an’s scalp tingle.

What on earth had his elder brother sent back with the sword he had thrown to him? Was this cat raised by his brother, or did it just hop on midway?