The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

“Well, which celestial child has descended from the heavens?”

The moment the Qilin Beast, with a dragon head, horse body, bone-grown wings, and neck covered in golden scales, appeared at the entrance of the Underworld, many cultivators who were entitled only to observe had already got used to seeing the succession of great elders at the entrance. But witnessing this scene, they couldn’t help discussing enthusiastically.

They marveled at this young man in white’s spectacle, among those appearing at the entrance, there were beggars, cowherds, profligate sons, fairies about to return to dust and even porters with their loads.

Even though they had unique qualities and a distinct style, these cultivators maintained a low profile. Even when standing in a crowd, there was nothing that attracted attention, making some not even spared a second glance.

Only a few female cultivators, perhaps more concerned about their appearance, stood out as elegant and ladylike, lively and full of vitality, as if celestial nymphs had descended to the mortal world, which attracted some attention. But generally, this was the expected demeanor and appearance of female cultivators at this level, just not low-key.

But even these appearance-conscious female cultivators could not compare with the white-robed young man who had just appeared at the entrance of the Underworld.

There was no need to mention the Qilin beast he rode; the white and black wolves that followed him expressed their power unintentionally, making many cultivators feel ashamed.

Though saying so was somewhat embarrassing, those cultivators who possessed self-knowledge had to admit they were no match even for the black dog beside this white-robed young man.

“What illustrious background does this elder have? Does anyone know him?”

The young man in white looked quite young, but he stood in front of the gate of the Underworld, hence everyone addressed him as an elder. In the world of cultivation, who would determine age based on superficial outward appearances?

Despite their youthful appearance, who could tell if they were old monsters who had lived one ‘Jiazi’ cycle after another. Even ordinary aging humans might not live as long as they did.

“I don’t know. If I had seen a grand elder of this stature, I definitely wouldn’t forget it in my life!”

“Absolutely, one look is unforgettable!”

“Look at your ignorance, what do you call this spectacle? You haven’t seen the princess of the Tianqin Empire travel. Three thousand Xuanluan guards cleared the way. Now that’s a grand spectacle! However, this elder looks very familiar. Where have I seen him?”

“He looks exactly like him!”

“Isn’t this a reincarnation of the Immortal Monarch…”

The unhidden face of Feng Qing’an caused a wave of exclamation after appearing, which immediately attracted the attention of cultivators who had seen a certain “reincarnation of the Immortal Monarch”.

However, the whispers did not reach Feng Qing’an’s ears. At this moment, he had ridden Sen Miao to the entrance of the Fengtian Underworld, and his attention was not on the crowd below, but to his left and right.

He received a markedly different treatment from other cultivators. These ghostly soldiers shifted their previously statue-like heads to look at him, their faces expressionless. It seemed to them that he was a highly dangerous beast.

ROAR

Noticing something unusual about the ghostly soldiers lined up on both sides, the Ghost Wolf known as Black Mountain let out a low growl. The strong Demon Qi transformed into a ferocious blue flame, circling around its limbs and tail.

However, faced with the intimidating presence of this great demon, these gargantuan ghostly soldiers, comparable in stature to the officials of small county villages, remained motionless. They were all looking at Feng Qing’an, causing the young man to furrow his brows.

“What do you mean? Is this discriminatory treatment?”

However, the young man’s brow soon eased, and a smile curled at the corner of his mouth. He had a plan. He first casually straightened his clothes, then beckoning with his hand, an ancient long sword with a crimson scabbard appeared in his grasp.

The moment the sword, which had slaughtered many deities and slain rogue dragons, appeared in his hand, all the deadly silent stares that had been troubling Feng Qing’an vanished. The soldiers turned their heads, standing straight and looking forwards, identical to their earlier demeanor, showing no signs of being out of the ordinary.

“Heh!”

Spying this, Feng Qing’an gave a soft chuckle, then leisurely tied the long sword to his waist.

Unsurprisingly, his elder brother had probably been here before during his exams. He didn’t know what his elder brother had been doing in this city, but seeing the soldiers’ reactions, had his elder brother visited the Fengtian Underworld before?

Perhaps not, but one thing could be confirmed: these ghostly soldiers recognized the sword in his hand.

“Black Mountain, clear the way!”

Seeing that the ghostly soldiers weren’t causing trouble, Feng Qing’an asked Black Mountain to calm down. The Ghost Wolf subsequently obeyed, opened its mouth and lightly inhaled. The Yin Qi that could prevent cultivators of insufficient strength from entering the Underworld was rapidly devoured by Black Mountain like tiny streams rushing into the vast sea.

“Stop eating at will here, just put this Yin Qi aside, at this rate, when will you finish?”

Feng Qing’an stood behind the gate of the Underworld and took a look. Behind this gate was a rule realm of the Underworld that stretched as far as the eye could see. He impatiently swatted at the backdrop, and a tangible-like wind forming the shape of a hand spanked Black Mountain at the back of its head.

Howl

Black Mountain whimpered and then brushed aside the Yin Qi flowing out of the Underworld, opening a broad, unobstructed road for Feng Qing’an. For Sen Miao, who found this environment greatly disagreeable, it finally moved its hooves forward, taking steps into the Underworld.