The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

“Nange, it’s not that I don’t want to take you with me, but it’s really inconvenient this time. I’m going to return to the human world and will stay in the Underworld for a long time afterward. So, I plan to see my eldest brother on this trip.”

The young man was comforting the adorable, clingy girl in his arms. When she learned of his plans, she insisted on staying with him. With her current power, she was no longer afraid of daylight in the human world.

In fact, Nange, who had reached a higher level of power in the wake of Feng Qing’an’s transformation had initially wanted to find him. But Feng Qing’an had her own plans in place and stopped her. He simply told her he would come for her soon.

Now, Feng Qing’an has fulfilled his promise but they need to part for a short time again. He would venture to the human world, and it wouldn’t be a bad idea for Nange to come along and meet his parents.

If he pointed to her and told his parents that Nange was a fairy who descended from the heavens, considering her beautiful face, figure, and superior and ethereal aura, his parents would likely believe him nine times out of ten.

After all, the girl’s inhuman aura is incredibly obvious. It would be impossible for a mortal to have a face as delicate and perfect as hers.

However, taking Nange to see his parents might be possible, but Feng Qing’an intended to meet his eldest brother. There was no way he could risk bringing Nange with him.

Nange’s identity was too unique. If his eldest brother didn’t approve, he might erase Nange from existence with just a look. Even though this was unlikely, Feng Qing’an didn’t want to bet on it.

So, before he returned from the human world, Nange should stay here and not follow him around. There was a risk involved.

This thought settled in Feng Qing’an’s mind. No matter how much the Yin Spirit girl acted spoiled, Feng Qing’an didn’t agree. At midnight, he left the upset girl behind with Black Mountain and returned to his familiar village.

For security reasons, Feng Qing’an even left the little phoenix, Youyou, behind, requesting her to keep Nange company. The human world couldn’t be that dangerous. The chances of encountering demons were still slim compared to bumping into the chaotic experts of Taoism or Buddhists.

“A man’s journey…not exactly fitting.”

Feng Qing’an, who didn’t even leave home for a year, couldn’t continue his thought. At this moment of midnight, the village, spanning over ten miles, fell into silent darkness. Only occasionally, the barking of dogs could be heard, but it would soon fall quiet again.

“Sigh!”

Despite his short time away, on returning to his own small courtyard from the Underworld, Feng Qing’an couldn’t help but feel a certain sentiment. He’d been gone for less than a year, yet many life-altering changes had occurred.

No longer could he sit quietly in this secluded courtyard and cultivate as he used to. The days of undisturbed cultivation were gone, as were the nights when the girl used to tread in the moonlight and come to him.

“They’re not home, are they!”

As expected, when he returned under the cover of darkness, the courtyard, which was considered extravagant in the village, had no signs of life. Not even the breath of a living creature could be detected. The chicken coop and duck pen were completely empty during his absence.

“Sigh!”

Back in his bedroom, now covered in a thin layer of dust, Feng Qing’an couldn’t help but sigh again. He reached out and gently swiped his hand, inviting a gentle breeze from the window to sweep away the dust inside and outside the room.

After cleaning up the courtyard, the young man, followed by the silent Black Wolf, walked into the center of the yard. Just as he was about to leave, his gaze fell on a lush and leafy osmanthus tree in the corner of the yard.

It was the height of winter, with freezing temperatures dominating the landscape. But this osmanthus tree was not affected by the chilly aura of heaven and earth. It was vibrant with greenery, each leaf carved like jade, shining with a clear, green glow under the winter moonlight.

“He who outshines others is destined to be felled. He who excels among people is bound to be destroyed.”

Feng Qing’an stepped forward, to the osmanthus tree, and softly touched its tender leaves. His words seemed like an oath, as if he was speaking to the lush osmanthus tree in front of him,

“Being born in a peasant family, it’s better to remain ordinary. The less conspicuous you are, the safer. Being extraordinary without the ability to protect yourself, you invite disaster.”

As the young man’s words fell, the bright green glow of the osmanthus tree instantly dimmed, its extraordinary aura subsided, making it appear much more ordinary and less conspicuous.

“Good, the child can be taught.”

Seeing this, Feng Qing’an couldn’t help nodding, satisfaction appearing on his face. They say it is good to heed advice; if not, one should say goodbye,

“Meeting is a matter of fate. Today, I return home. Will I encounter familiar things? I leave you with one opportunity, take good care of yourself.”

As his words fell, Feng Qing’an began to use the Yinling Skill— a skill he hadn’t used independently in a long time. He also left a trace of his own deep red Soul Power in it.

Under Feng Qing’an’s casual nourishment, the osmanthus tree, which had just retracted and seemed ordinary, suddenly burst into brilliant and splendid green spiritual light.

The dazzling spiritual light was incredibly conspicuous in the dark night. Even at a distance of more than ten miles, one could clearly see it. The divine demons moved at the news, but they were all stopped quickly, and no chaos ensued.