The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

Dreary and dense Yin Qi surged from all directions like a tide, nearly a hundred resentful and malevolent presences appeared in the senses of these five prideful cultivators of Taoism. Among them, five were the most dominant, like mountains and seas, their spiritual pressure swept across, as if they were encased in amber, their every move arduous.

“Five Ghost Kings? Well, His Excellency the Ruler really holds us in high regard.”

With a few drops of blood hanging on the corner of his lips, and an unnatural flush on his face, Xin Fu, a true disciple of the Floating Life Realm, forced a smile.

Under normal circumstances, with the foundation of their respective sects, holding celestial artifacts and launching an attack on Ghost Kings would pose no problem. Most Ghost Kings would be unable to withstand it and would die on the spot.

However, they had just been violated by a Ghost Immortal, and the most significant reliance in their hands, the celestial artifacts bestowed by their senior sect members, all suffered varying degrees of damage, with almost all connections being severed.

Under such circumstances, they faced five perfectly intact Ghost Kings, which was an absolute disaster. This wasn’t even the worst part, each Ghost King had a dozen or so armored ghost generals ranging in size and impressive aura—whose realm was almost equal to theirs.

If it were elsewhere, they would easily annihilate evil spirits of their level without needing to resort to any magical implements. The divine powers cultivated by themselves would be sufficient to sweep away these threats.

However, this place was a dwelling of a Ghost Immortal. The Ghost Kings and ghost generals chosen by this Ghost Immortal to guard his residence were all the elite of their realm, so they weren’t pushovers that could be crushed and killed offhand.

“What Wind Daoist said was right, we shouldn’t have brought him in. The devices we gave him to shield against divination were completely useless. I’m afraid that we were detected by that Ghost Immortal as soon as we entered. We were too arrogant.”

Tao Baibai, a true disciple of Three Saints Village, sighed and began to reflect.

“What’s the use of saying this now?”

Jin Wuying, the true disciple of Xu Wutian who was the most severely injured and had been hit into a pillar by an offhand blow from Donghuan, broke free from the wreckage with effort.

Had it not been for the resurrection artifact he was carrying, he would have almost been slapped to death. Of course, the words of Wind Daoist also had their effect; that Ghost Immortal did, after all, show some mercy.

“Call your masters or uncles. If they can’t be summoned, see if a patriarch can be summoned directly. If anyone can summon a patriarch, we may even be able to level the Ghost Nation and directly take Wind Daoist with us.”

Even in the face of such a dangerous situation, Xin Fu still looked relaxed. He was not the slightest bit flustered, and he even planned to fish Feng Qing’an out.

“Little Human cultivators, what are you all discussing? Are you thinking about how to call your masters? Too bad, the Ruler predicted every little detail and already gave orders ahead of time.”

A malicious and grinning laugh echoed. An array of talismanic patterns and divine light lit up the ground and spread across the surrounding palaces and pavilions. The vast formation extended towards the gloomy sky.

“Little ghosts, can you still call upon them now?”

A female Ghost King with a human face and a spider body hung upside down in mid-air. Luminous silk threads refracted a sharp cold light under the illuminating talismanic light. Her coquettish and charming face showed a greedy craving for flesh and blood.

These few Human Clan’s Pride had slightly weaker strength and realm, but their auras aroused even a Ghost King’s desires. Apparently, they all had unique traits.

“This can’t be possible!”

Even the five Pride who had seen and even been injured by a Ghost Immortal, expressed different emotions at this moment. Tao Baibai, who had the face of a child, yelled out immediately; the other cultivators looked downcast. Even Hua Qingyu’s small face was tense.

“Hua Zhenchuan, can you call upon your master? If not, could you try contacting your ancestor?”

The chic and charming true disciple of the Floating Life Realm revealed a grim smile at the tense-looking Hua Qingyu.

“There’s no point in looking at me, it’s all useless now. We can only rely on ourselves.”

Seeing the gazes of the four other true disciples landed on her, Hua Qingyu exposed a relaxed expression instead. She extended her palm, and a spear point emerged from the center of her palm. She slightly shook her wrist, and a gilded battle lance appeared in her hand.

“There’s something wrong with the barrier here, we only have a chance to survive if we break out.”

“We were too arrogant, underestimated this Ruler.”

Su Qingying, true disciple of the Ice Emperor Palace, sighed.

When their real trump cards and reliance lost their effectiveness, these arrogant cultivators came to realize how terrifying the Ghost Ruler, whom they sought to manipulate, was. The Ruler was clearly not as simple as a Ghost Immortal.

The Talismans bestowed by the sects and the Decrees of Incantation given by their masters to help them escape and save their lives had naturally taken into account various perilous situations.

Those who could put a cultivator of such heavy destiny in a desperate situation and a risk of death were certainly dangerous places. Considering this, the stuff given for their rescue and survival is naturally not something that ordinary secret realms or formations could shield.

Why were they so arrogant? Wasn’t it because they each had something to fall back on? In case of danger, they had the elders of their sects to fall back upon.