The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

Even without knowing for certain if he could use the secret techniques of You Huang, Feng Qing’an’s mind was still filled with exceedingly greedy thoughts.

Disperse the cultivation, retain the anomaly; switch martial arts, and continue to cultivate. Once a new anomaly is cultivated, disperse the cultivation again. Repeat these steps. What would happen after the accumulation of numerous Immortal Grade Phenomena?

Hearing Feng Qing’an’s question, You Huang, who in both her past and present life had acquired countless cultivators and evil spirits, had achieved extraordinary achievements, once again fell into silence.

She didn’t know how to respond. The state master hadn’t expected anyone to still be unsatisfied after achieving the Immortal Pulse Phenomenon, and even though of stacking anomalies through the secret technique.

This was not something simple greed could describe – it was simply a flight of fancy.

“I don’t know, but the path of cultivation is inherently against the heavens, so why not try?”

While she felt that Feng Qing’an was too greedy, You Huang didn’t reprimand him. She even thought it was worth a try. If it didn’t work, she would modify the secret technique to make this impossible flight of fancy a possibility.

A stack of Immortal Pulse Phenomena? What would it evolve into?

She wanted to know too, as she had never seen or heard such a thing, and nobody had ever had such an insolent idea.

At least she hadn’t seen it.

“Why not try? Hahaha, you’re right, why not?”

The moment Feng Qing’an voiced his thoughts, he felt his idea was too greedy. He was even prepared for You Huang to lecture him, but unexpectedly, this state master was surprisingly open-minded. She didn’t say anything, but instead encouraged him to try.

“Before you try, master the Immortal Pulse Phenomenon you possess. At least train these wandering souls to a point where they’re usable.”

“Hmm, I see. By the way, what’s the fastest way to train wandering souls?”

Feng Qing’an sincerely asked.

“Battle, devour.”

Feng Qing’an was stunned after hearing her words.

“Won’t the ghost creatures trained this way easily fall into madness?”

“Do you need these spectral souls to have their own consciousness?”

“No need.”

The phenomenon of cultivators serves two purposes. One is to cultivate enlightenment, the other is to ward off and protect oneself, that is, to fight against others. In this scenario, there is no need for the spectral souls to have their own thoughts. A fearless attitude is the best.

“I understand.”

“Hmm.”

“I am preparing to infiltrate the Ghost Soul Sect now. With my current level, I can imitate the aura of their young sect master. Even if there are some mistakes, I can cover them with the Demonic Power. The only problem is those three human immortals. If they notice something, I am afraid…”

“I will keep an eye on your safety at all times.”

You Huang’s will disappeared at this point.

But Feng Qing’an didn’t know that he had caused a great shock to the state master in just a single day. The state master sat quietly in her palace for a long while before getting up.

“Underworld Cover!”

As Feng Qing’an’s thought fell, the cold Yin Qi emanating from his body surged back to him like weary birds returning to the forest. The Underworld Cover, which separated the heavens and obstructed the sunlight, vanished – the sunshine once again fell onto the silent mountains.

The originally vibrant mountain, which had become even more lively upon Feng Qing’an’s arrival, had now completely turned into a dead silence. Even the chirping of birds and insects couldn’t be heard.

Because in the instant that Feng Qing’an unfolded his phenomenon, the few miles around him transformed into the underworld of the Spectral Souls. Any being that had not managed to flee in time, be they birds, beasts, or critters, were all stripped of their life force by the Spectral Souls.

A single Spectral Soul could only pick on the weak, the sick, and the old amongst the mortals. But when a group of Spectral Souls teamed up, they could massacre a whole village. Although Feng Qing’an feigned disgust, in reality, wherever he went in any gathering of the Human Race, he could incarnate as a natural disaster, even if he did nothing.

“Let me think, the phenomenon controlled by that junior sect master is the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, which I can certainly imitate.”

Dubbed the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, when activated, it creates the illusion of a hundred different evil spirits behind the user. Initially, these evil spirits are all illusions with no lethal force, not even as powerful as his few hundred Spectral Souls. But as one’s cultivation increases, these evil spirits would gradually turn real.

When the junior sect master, whom he had killed, went out, even if he was alone, he too would manifest the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons. However, this could obviously not be compared with him. By the time he unfolded his phenomenon, he was bringing about the arrival of the underworld.

So, everything that the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons phenomenon could do, Feng Qing’an could do the same, and even better.

“That’s right, and there are those two old ghosts.”

Feng Qing’an remembered the two follower elders who had fled. The two swiftly running old figures may expose his ruse, but the problem was not big.

Because the people who really knew the Taoist that protected them had already been killed by him, and for these two old ghosts, he now had a means to contact them. As long as he could find them, every lingering issue would be solved.

“Let me see, the secret method to contact follower elders.”

“Got it, found it.”

Feng Qing’an’s eyes lit up. He recited an incantation and mysterious Qi in hue emerged on his hand, turning into a skeletal skull. The clattering of the upper and lower jaws resounded, and soon, a green soul flame rose in the eyes of the skull. Then an old voice, filled with excitement, joy, anxiety, and complexity sounded out.

“Junior sect master!”

“You two old things, where have you run off to? Hurry over and pick me up!”

Feng Qing’an recalled the tone, voice, attitude, and breath of the “Ghost Path’s Chosen One” he had impersonated, and he adjusted accordingly.

“Are you okay?”

“You’re asking if I’m okay!”

Feng Qing’an’s tone was compressed, like a volcano ready to erupt. He really put himself in the shoes of the humiliated and fleeing “Ghost Path’s Chosen One.”

“Is Li Shi still there?”

“Didn’t you see what happened to him when you ran off? If it weren’t for him buying time, do you think you two old things could have escaped?”

“Junior sect master, we…”

There was embarrassment and fear in the old voice. They’d failed in doing their duty at the crucial moment and ran away instead of protecting the ones they were supposed to. This was a major sin no matter which sect or school.

“Don’t think I didn’t give you a chance. I have also paid a heavy price to escape. My injuries are severe. Now, come here and escort me back, and your merits will offset your failures. I can spare you from a death penalty. But if you continue to prevaricate, it will be your death. Once I return, I will request my father to investigate this. If my father refuses, I’ll seek the Ancestor. Let’s see what happens to you two then.”

After being threatened and sweet-talked by Feng Qing’an, these two old fellows panicked immediately. They didn’t care if what Feng Qing’an said was true or false. They didn’t even attempt to verify Feng Qing’an’s identity — this was a confidential method of communication, no one would normally suspect it.

“… Junior sect master, where are you? The redhead old fellow and I will come to pick you up now.”

“If I don’t see you within half an hour, you two better run as far as you can, don’t let me catch you.”

Shortly after the icy voice sounded, the old figures promptly responded.

“We’re on our way now. We won’t make you, junior sect master, wait too long.”

Feng Qing’an informed them of his location and then quietly stood waiting. A quarter of an hour had barely passed when he saw two streaks of black light trailing blood-red trails.

“The Blood Burning Skill? They are going to great lengths.”

Feng Qing’an laughed. When the two familiar and old figures appeared in front of him, a chilling and gloomy aura gushed out from his body, cutting off the connection between heaven and earth, creating an underworld…