The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

“There’s actually incense burning?!”

Who would go and worship a god that does not respond? Especially when there are other options available. To be aware that even a village with over a hundred households like the Feng Family Village has a local deity to worship.

Feng Qing’an knows every well the human nature. When people give something, they expect something in return. If they offer incense but do not receive what they want, maybe they will still do it once or twice. But if it happens multiple times, they’ll simply choose another deity to worship without anyone saying anything. The competition in the realm of deities is that intense.

The young man found it hard to imagine how a ghost god, who could only linger in the netherworld, unable to enter the human world, and could barely maintain its divinity without any divine power to cast spells, could maintain its belief in the human world.

He couldn’t manifest divine power to respond to his believers, who would continue to worship such a god who could not give them any feedback?

With this curiosity, Feng Qing’an traced the source of the pure faith produced from the burning incense in the unseen distance. Next, he saw a familiar scene, particularly the contiguous snow mountains that lay across the world like a sleeping dragon.

The Northern Border

Feng Qing’an recognized it at a glance and a guess surfaced in his heart. He probably knew who was worshiping the god who had lost its position and would not respond.

Considering the god’s life history, it was clear. This also explained the situation in front of Feng Qing’an, confirming his guess.

There were countless villages of all sizes scattered at the foot of the large snow mountain. The villagers had different clothing from the people in the interior of Da Jin, and their behavior revealed a barbaric and unyielding personality.

Even the women in these villages carried knives and spears on their backs, the men, even more so, each household raised warhorses, hung longbows on their walls, and always had weapons on hand when talking to people.

In these villages that could be called barbarian or even wilderness, a majority of them worshiped a certain general. Feng Qing’an even saw a plaque, on which was written:

Worshiping General Xu Wuding!

Simple, humble, without much adornment or decoration. However, even so, Feng Qing’an could see that all the seemingly barbaric villages, always prayed for blessings to the place where the general’s plaque was placed whenever the men went out.

The humans were not worshiping ghost gods, but a general who had fought bloody battles for them. They had no requests for the general, since he had already spilled his blood on the land where they lived generation after generation.

“So, that’s how it is!”

Feng Qing’an sighed, solving his doubts.

Pure incense offerings, unbelievable in substance, constantly welled up from the human world at this moment and poured into the ghost body of Xu Wuding.

Even though he was enveloped by Yin Qi all over his body at this moment, and his eyes were turbulent like a tide, and stained by the aura of death, his eyes were still bright and shiny, like a scorching sun in the sky.

As long as the incense offerings continue, the spirit will never die!

This was true for ordinary incense-burning ghost gods, but for General Xu Wuding, it was more than that.

This General Xu was too unique, different from ordinary ghost gods, because the incense offerings that maintained his divinity were the purest, with almost no worldly desires and karmic forces of ordinary people.

This pure faith is what god spirits crave the most, because they don’t seek or yearn for anything from divine spirits, these believers can provide. However, humans are naturally greedy, how many of them will worship the spirits with no desire or demand?

“Second Young Master Feng, I have summoned my soldiers, please review the troops!”

When Feng Qing’an’s gaze inadvertently fell on the Northern Border of the Da Jin, General Xu had already summoned the ghost army he had conquered and trained in the short time he had spent in the netherworld.

He was not a narrow-minded, obstinate and conservative man. He had his own persistence. When he died in battle in the Northern Border, he was just over thirty.

Being set in the netherworld alone, guarding the passage between the two realms, no matter how careful he is, there will be oversights and unanticipated moments. Conquering ghost creatures and using them for his own purposes is the best choice.

“Hmm, alright!”

Feng Qing’an pulled his gaze back to the present, and at this moment, the pure Yang Qi that quietly emerged from his eyes also completely receded. The pure wishes that surged towards General Xu in the unseen darkness were no longer visible.

The will that could cross the realms and come here was enough to prove how special it was, no wonder this general was able to maintain his divinity even if he was in the netherworld and didn’t fall into the category of ghosts.

“That’s all?”

All that he had just seen refreshed Feng Qing’an’s perception of this general, but when he saw the ghost army in front of him, which was less than a thousand, he couldn’t help but be stunned.

“I apologize for the disappointment!”

Xu Wuding saluted with a steady expression.

Don’t be deceived by the limited number of ghost creatures, every single one of them was carefully selected. His standards were strict, and ordinary ghost creatures could not meet his requirements.

However, he could at least guarantee one thing, that these ghost creatures had no history of devouring human blood and souls; they just had a natural yearning for the human world.

If he was really loose in recruiting, there would be plenty of ghost creatures willing to join him, after all he is now a ghost king.