The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

In fact, his disheveled hair and ragged clothes were just how this old beggar appeared to ordinary people, or to normal cultivators. But to him, this old beggar appeared entirely different.

Donning a purple robe with complex Taoist patterns, a jade hairpin with a carved flying dragon, and a gold crown etched with stars, this old fellow’s true form was far more flamboyant than his outward sloppy appearance.

Hardly anyone could see through him, and the roast chicken in his hand was not simply that. The spiritual qi contained within had transformed into substance, all of which were hidden under the crisp skin without leaking out.

“Naturally crispy and tender, do you doubt this old beggar’s skills, or his divine power?”

The old beggar looked at Feng Qing’an with some surprise, then laughed. Before he came down the mountain, he swiped over a dozen immortal cranes residing in the headmaster’s house. By now, most of them had already filled his belly.

“Here, have a taste!”

The old beggar generously tore off a chicken leg and gave it to Feng Qing’an sitting beside him. The boy in white didn’t hold back, he took the greasy chicken leg in his hand under the somewhat surprised or puzzled glances of others.

“You old Taoist with a nose as big as a bull’s!”

Several monks reading sutras quietly raised their heads, looking at the boy in white who was also sharing a roast chicken with the old beggar. Their emotions were beyond expression.

If it were an ordinary person, no matter how debauched he were, it wouldn’t affect their Zen heart. Their hundreds of years of cultivation weren’t in vain. But the boy’s face was so intimidating to them. When they thought about his relationship with the person they had been painstakingly chasing, they felt headaches.

“Senior, do you think you can give me half more?”

Feng Qing’an, after taking a bite of the meat, his eyes lit up. Ignoring the strong spiritual resonance rushing to his frontal lobe, just the taste alone was hard to find in the human world. Even though the chicken leg in his hand wasn’t as small as it looked, his physical condition was already inhuman.

“You haven’t had enough?”

“They have been born and died with me, I can’t make them watch me eat, can I?”

Feng Qing’an pointed to Black Mountain, Sen Miao and Bai Yao sitting next to him.

“Nice lad, full of loyalty, I like it, here take the whole chicken!”

“Thank you, Taoist priest. When we get out, I’ll also treat you to a hard-to-find delicacy!”

Feng Qing’an shared the roast chicken with those next to him, while the head of a small Jiaolong peeked out from his collar. Seeing them eat with gusto, it also refused to be left behind, reached out its claws, dug out a small scale as red as beautiful jade, and started to nibble away.

“Sure, I’ll look forward to it!”

The old beggar squinted at the little Jiaolong gnawing on the red dragon scale in Feng Qing’an’s arms, then smiled with a trace of smugness, looking forward to it.

Headmaster, your pet immortal cranes died honorably!

“How long do they intend to talk? When are they going to start fighting?!”

Soon, the old Taoist’s mumbles and complaints reached Feng Qing’an’s ears. The old fellow was acquainted with Feng Qing’an, so he didn’t mind being blunt.

“Senior, are you eager for them to start fighting?”

Feng Qing’an, who had tasted spirit beast meat, showed a satisfied look and looked at the old beggar who seemed to love a good show.

“What are you talking about? It’s not that I want them to fight, but they’re at a point where they won’t be able to stop without a fight. The young monk is too stubborn to admit his mistake, still wants to blame the old city god for doing wrong. If the old city god backs down, where would his face be? Since they can’t persuade each other, they have to fight. Whoever’s fist is bigger is right!”

The old beggar said dismissively.

“According to senior’s reasoning, we don’t need to rush and can just wait!”

“Wait, well, the more people come to join the fun, the more the old city god will have to make a move to demonstrate the majesty of the Underworld!”

After mumbling a few words, the old beggar suddenly realized something,

“No, the old city god must be deliberately dragging it out. He’s waiting for more people to come, then he’ll beat up the little monk to regain his face!”

“It should be!”

Feng Qing’an glanced at the entrance to the main hall, where two Taoists were arriving arm in arm. However, even though more and more real people and monks were gathering to join in the excitement, the seats in front of the Underworld’s main hall remained vacant. None of them would take a seat; they’d rather stand near the entrance or even share a table amongst themselves rather than sit in front.

“Zen Master, there is no use talking further, please release the Carp essence you’ve imprisoned!”

The deep voice of the city’s deity resonates, injecting energy into the Taoists and monks in the room whose gods were wandering outside and were exhausted.

“Amitabha, humans and demons are different. It seems that what this monk has said has not entered the ears of the city’s deity at all!”

A disappointed expression appeared on Monk Yinghai’s sky dragon face.

“Has the Zen Master not heard a word of what I’ve said either?”

Above the divine stage, within the purple-blue divine light, a human silhouette was faintly visible. A heavy divine power spread out, making the atmosphere in the Underworld much heavier.

“Release the spirit fish! Destroying a marriage and causing a husband and wife to separate, leaving children without a mother, aren’t you accumulating karmic retribution?”

“For such karmic retribution, this monk is willing to bear it all!”

Blissfully unconcerned about the divine power spreading throughout the hall, Yinghai responded calmly. However, a hint of a golden light began to show on his ordinary human skin, spreading from his brow down, gradually covering his entire body.

“It seems the Zen master is determined to go his own way!”

“This monk is here to ask for your guidance, deity of the city!”

“As the Zen Master said!”

The moment the city’s deity spoke, the ground beneath Monk Yinghai of the Heavenly Dragon was swallowed up by darkness, disappearing as if it had been erased from existence, along with everything related to him.

“Wow, that’s a big move right from the start, kid, you better hide, don’t let that thing touch you!”

Seeing the smooth-edged black abyss suddenly appear, an old beggar, who had been nonchalant and even dare to join in the excitement, jumped up as if his buttocks had been burned. As he sprang, he grabbed Feng Qing’an’s wrist and fled towards the entrance of the main hall.

In reality, the old beggar didn’t need to remind them. The moment the black abyss swallowed the sky dragon monk, both Taoists and monks in the hall began to flee. The intense sense of danger touched everyone’s spiritual awareness.

Fighting against a deity in the Underworld, a realm created by ghosts and gods, is undoubtedly the most foolish act. Battles against deities should occur outside the sacrificial lands. There, the status of ghosts and gods is at its weakest. But in the Underworld, they can maintain peak condition until the incense burns out. With the flourishing of the human path these days, who knows how accumulated the city deity is? Which cultivator can compete with him?

“What is that?”

Feng Qing’an, who was escaping with the old beggar, couldn’t help but turn back. Just one gaze at the jet-black abyss sent shivers down his spine. His subconscious warned him that he must not come into contact with the blackness.

“You mean that thing? The old city deity has obliterated a space in his realm! He really went all out. If that bald monk can’t handle it, we might not even find his ashes!”

The old beggar, having lived for such a long time, was bound to be knowledgeable.

“That’s a measure that harms oneself eight hundred times to hurt the enemy ten thousand times. Normal city deities wouldn’t dare to use it frivolously. If they can’t control it, they might ruin the Underworld. Only this old city deity, with a thousand years of accumulation, can do this recklessly without fear!”

“Amitabha!”

The moment the indifferent and ruthless chant of Buddha echoed, a golden light as sharp as a demon-slaying sword punctured the darkness in the center of the hall. Followed by ten, then a hundred such lights.

The terrifying black abyss that made countless cultivators flee was filled with golden Buddhist light after existing for only a few breaths. Following a loud dragon roar that shook the Underworld, the majestic Dignified Dragon Dharma Aspect leaped from the hall.

The golden sky dragon, with its majestic dragon horn and complete dragon scales, held the Flaming Buddhist Beads in its powerful claws and soared to the sky, collapsing the dome of the main hall in the process.

With the sweeping icy winds in the Underworld, the sky dragon grew with the wind, hovering high in the dark sky. Its bright and clear Buddhist light was everywhere, illuminating the Underworld for thousands of miles, causing the ghosts and gods of this land to show an expression of fear and anxiety as if something undesirable had occurred!

Because just a few years ago, there was a similar upheaval in the Underworld. Even the city’s deity took a severe blow and has not yet fully recovered. Now something similar has happened again!