The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

What surprised the boy, however, was that he could not find a single trace of burns on his own body.

Confused and disoriented by the changes happening around him, the boy, who even began to question if he was dreaming, suddenly froze as he surveyed the room.

Because he saw a familiar red embroidered ball. Except now, it was torn and battered, no longer having the eerie chilly aura, and with signs of having been scorched by flame.

“What on earth happened?”

The boy’s confusion deepened. He walked over to the collapsed bed out of instinct and tried to lift the board, only for it to crack at his touch. The nearly inch-thick plank revealed a clear fracture.

Stunned by this unbelievable scene, the boy suddenly applied more force and ended up snapping the old bed board that he didn’t know how many years it’d been used.

“How… how did I become so strong?”

The boy released the broken bed board from his hand and involuntarily stepped back. His excitement, confusion, and fear of the unknown mingled together, leaving him unsure of how to react. He had no idea what had happened to him.

But one thing was clear to him: the Ghost Creature intent on killing him was probably dealt with by himself while he was unconscious.

Ah!

Suddenly, a miserable scream cut through the night rain from outside the house. The bone-chilling shout startled the boy, silencing his thoughts. He nervously peered outside through the crack in the door.

Then, the boy realized something strange: there was no candlelight in the room, yet he could still see clearly in the darkness.

But soon, he had no time to ponder the strange and sudden changes that had happened to him, as the heavy footsteps and panting grew louder and closer, coming from outside his house.

A familiar chill filled the air outside the house, accompanied by a nauseating smell of rotting flesh. The coldness and the stench made his body hair stand on end. Even though he seemed to have taken care of a ghost, the unknown creature outside the door still frightened him.

The heavy rain continued to pour relentlessly from the sky, and occasionally a bolt of lightning would light up the darkness.

Zila~

The sound of sharp nails scratching against the wood could be heard. Even the noisy night rain couldn’t drown out this terrifying noise.

The boy watched the door nervously, ignoring the pain all over his body. Suddenly, a dazzling bolt of lightning shot across the cloud layer, followed by a thunderous rumble.

The thunderclap that illuminated the momentary brightness caused all peculiar movements outside to come to a halt. The heavy footsteps, the low panting, and scratching against the wooden door ceased abruptly.

“Has it left?”

With a mix of anxiety and expectation, the boy cautiously approached the door, bending down to peer through the crack.

Rumble —

Another lightning bolt streaked across the sky. In the flash and rumble of the thunder, the boy took an involuntary step backwards. Because just outside that crack, there was another figure, mirroring him and looking right back at him.

“Is that Uncle Sun?!”

The boy recollected the brief moment when he saw a bluish-purple face and found it familiar. Upon further thought, he realized it was none other than his neighbor.

“Why is he…”

Roar~

Before the boy could regain his composure, a roar sounded from outside, and the door in front of him burst apart. A figure as agile as a monkey lunged at him from outside. The boy was thrown to the ground, the nauseating smell of blood and rot filled his senses.

“Uncle Sun!”

The teen stared in horror at the monster that had knocked him down. Its gnarled face was somewhat recognizable; it was the kindly old man from next door who often helped him out.

But now, the old man had become a monster, its gaping mouth lined with broken, small black teeth, flecked with shreds of bloody flesh.

“Ah”

In his fear, the teenager watched as the monster opened its mouth full of minute black teeth and bit viciously into his neck. The agony of flesh being torn was so excruciating that the boy couldn’t help but shriek.

But suddenly, a burst of fire exploded from his shoulder, or more accurately, from the flesh torn by the monster’s bite. The raging flames instantly engulfed the creature’s head.

The boy didn’t need to struggle himself – the monster, wailing and screaming, crawled off him and attempted to escape in the torrential rain. But before it could cross the threshold, it fell to the ground with a thud. The roaring flames quickly spread from its head, and within moments, the monster was fully wrapped in them and began to burn like a pile of firewood.

Staring wide-eyed at this spectacle, the boy temporarily forgot the pain of his shoulder wound. The speed of the burning was incredibly fast. Within less than a half-hour, the monster, transformed from a human, turned into a pile of ashes.

When the last flame went out, a wisp of black smoke, like a small serpent-worm rose from the ashes. Spotting this strange smoke, the boy instinctively opened his mouth and gently inhaled it.

Before he could realize what he was doing, he had already swallowed the smoke. A tingling sensation instantly spread from each wound on his body.

Only then did the boy belatedly register the changes in his own body. Tilting his head to look, he was startled to discover that the blood from his shoulder wound was faintly glowing, like a piece of red-hot charcoal.

Sizzle~

A drop of blood fell onto his ragged clothes and instantly ignited them. The boy hastily extinguished the flames, only to find they had caused him no harm, only burned his clothes.

“What…what’s happening to me?”

The boy looked dazed, his flowing blood could ignite his clothes, even reduce the monster to ashes. This was certainly not the blood that a human should have.

Growl

The heavy rain continued to pour in torrents, and the monstrous howls echoed again. The familiar stench of decay wafted over, but this time, the boy felt much less fear and instead, a strange sense of anticipation filled his heart.

Crack

A stroke of white lightning, like a sharp sword, fell from the sky, cleaving into an ancient locust tree that was large enough for several people to embrace at the town’s outskirts.

The terrifying might of the heavens caused the cautious boy, who was peeking outside, to retract his head. However, the boy did not see the crack that appeared abruptly in the wake of the lightning strike. Then, a daunting Black Armored General, holding a skeletal greatsword, emerged with his troops.

“Is this the human realm?”

Behind the general, a young man in white stepped out, surveyed the sky above and the earth below, and then asked.

“This is the human world, but I don’t know what has happened,”

In the heavy rain and dark night, the golden glow in the Black Armored General’s eyes was particularly noticeable. However, facing the persistent dark and evil aura under the dark clouds, his eyebrows furrowed deeply.

“So many humans have died.”

“Indeed unusual, quite educational for me.”

Feng Qing’an looked towards the small town shrouded in the curtain of rain in the distance, where the mix of life forces and deadly aura created such an odd spectacle that he couldn’t help admiring aloud.

He had visited many places, but this was the first time he had witnessed such a peculiar scene of humans living amidst ghosts. However, the rate at which the ghostly aura was growing and the human aura was fading was far too rapid.