The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

However, compared to the suppression of the righteous Qi on those who are within the cultivation, the suppression effect is even more ruthless for those demons and ghosts who want to harm people’s lives, and usurp people’s essence, spirit, and vitality.

As for the Second Young Master Feng leaving his academy and entering the academy’s premises, there is no need to worry about him continuing to interact with the ghost creatures in the underworld.

All he needs to do is ensure his safety by staying by his side when he exits the academy.

“Zen Master, what are you looking at? Do you want to go in and have a look?”

While looking at the Longyin Academy from Yinghai, a Taoist in a purple robe, holding a duster, appeared. His gaze towards Yinghai seemed gentle, but his eyes were filled with indifference and coldness.

No matter how broad-minded a person from Taoism is, they cannot tolerate the Buddhist Gate trying to undermine their foundation. Especially since this time, the bald monks of the Buddhist Gate are trying to dig into the reincarnated fairy monarch. Even just showing this intention is a massive sin.

“Amitabha Buddha, I do not have such intentions!”

The monk of the Heavenly Dragon, Yinghai, could feel the hostility towards him, but he did not care about it. Even if there is a Taoist immortal here, he is confident that he can leave unscathed.

“The Heavenly Dragon Zen Temple should be considered one of the top temples in the West Xi Lan Continent, right?”

Although Yinghai presents a serene and harmonious face, seemingly detached from the world, his constant haunting around Feng Qing’an has not gone unnoticed by the many real people of Taoism.

Despite the foreign monk’s considerable strength and feared for his many Buddhist treasures, his behavior has already cause many real people to ready their blades, unable to resist the urge to strike him down.

If it were a trivial matter, they would rather turn a blind eye for the sake of peace. But what the other party wants to dig into involves an immortal monarch, which is intolerable to all self-proclaimed Taoist cultivators.

“The Taoist master is too kind, the Heavenly Dragon Temple I come from only suppresses the north of the continent!”

The monk of the Heavenly Dragon spoke in a calm manner, simply stating a fact. However, to the Taoist master who made himself known, this was explaination seems boastful and awe-inspiring.

“Since the Buddhist temple you were born into is so prominent, why do you hide and spy secretly? Aren’t you afraid of ruining the reputation of the Buddhist temple behind you with your actions?”

The Taoist master who appeared was sarcastic in his remarks.

“I am fulfilling my duty of protecting the way for the Second Young Master Feng, and I am doing so with a clear conscience!”

Yinghai maintained his composure.

“Protecting the way for Young Master Feng? Ha, let alone this place doesn’t have a trace of evil spirits, even if there were demons peeping, is it your turn to protect the way?”

The Taoist sneered.

“The young master is plagued by Yin Qi. If you Taoist masters cannot perceive this with your divine eyes, it is only natural that I should carry out the duty of protecting the way!”

Yinghai understood that Feng Qing’an possessed a valuable item that could hide destiny and confuse divination, which he had already tested with the Seven-treasure Gold Crest. Thus, he was understanding toward these Taoist real people who did not know the inside story.

However, when his words fell into the ears of the Taoist real people, they were nothing short of blatant mockery.

“Nonsense! You don’t know what you’re talking about!”

The Taoist real people who had met Feng Qing’an immediately scolded.

“You’re just finding an excuse for your sinister actions. ‘Plagued by Yin Qi?’ How many of us have met this young master, but only you have seen it. What, are your eyes better than all of us?”

“Since the real person is aware, why do you need to say it out loud?”

“Impudence!”

“I have no desire to fight with real people. When the ghostly creatures appear, I will capture them, and the real people will know when they see it!”

Yinghai had no intention of getting into a fight with the Human Race. He was only interested in demons. Hence, even when the other party was aggressive, he chose to back down. Perceiving that the conversation was not going well, he immediately hid his figure. This move enraged the real person who had revealed himself, causing him to wave his hand and disperse the clouds in the sky in an attempt to vent his anger.

However, as a practitioner, after all the emotions generated from differing views have been vented, this old master falls into contemplation. It’s no surprise given the many treasures the monk possesses and his ability to see things they can’t.

“Nevertheless, how can such a distinguished figure associate with the ghostly clan? Absurd. This bald fraud is trying to confuse me, I can’t fall for it!”

Feng Qing’an, oblivious to the disturbances outside the academy, saw the sky full of clouds suddenly cleared, only to be restored rapidly by a frustrated old master’s spell.

Ten days is not a long time. Just as Donghuang suggested, if he focused on cultivating, the seemingly long wait would seem very short, as if it had passed in a blink of an eye.

First of October, midnight.

At Longyin Academy, in front of the Hegemonic Turtle statue, Feng Qing’an arrived as promised. At this moment, the star and moon were completely shrouded in darkness, with the only light coming from above.

Looking around, more than half of the academy, which encompasses several mountains, was shrouded in darkness, with only a few weak lights flickering in a handful of huts. Those were the lanterns of students studying late into the night.

“Study hard at midnight, just in time for a man…”

Seeing scholars studying so diligently late into the night, Feng Qing’an couldn’t help sighing in his heart. If he wasn’t cultivating, he would have gone to bed long ago, rather than studying so assiduously.

“What else?”

A faint voice echoed in his ear, causing Feng Qing’an to turn his head. He saw a familiar figure standing next to him, a faint fragrance wafting through the night air.

“…Black hair not knowing of diligent study, only regrets studying late when white-haired!”

Looking at the ruler of You Huang Ghost Country before him, Feng Qing’an recited the remaining two lines of the poem.

“A fine piece of motivational poetry; with this verse alone, your name could go down in the books of Confucian scholars.”

“Technically, I didn’t write this. I simply remembered it and recited it at the moment.”

Feng Qing’an hastily explained, his face too thin to claim credit for others’ poetry.

However, he soon realized that this was not about reciting poetry, but about how the ruler of You Huang appeared without causing a stir. If it wasn’t for their soul contract, he wouldn’t have even sensed her presence.

“Wait, you just got here that easily?”

“Somehow, it wasn’t how you imagined?”

A subtle smile played on Donghuang’s lips. Seeing the dumbfounded expression on Feng Qing’an’s face, she found it amusing. It was worth her meticulous planning over these days to bypass the restrictions and descend to earth without flaw.

“I thought you’d make a big fuss, at least exhibit some signs, or at least shatter the Hegemonic Turtle statue.”

Feng Qing’an said.

“You think I’m the type to act so recklessly? If I weren’t fully prepared, I would not descend to earth.”

“Well, that’s fair.”

Feng Qing’an took a step forward and naturally reached out to hold Donghuang’s waist.

Given Donghuang’s stature, her waist was not the sort to be held easily. She moved like a heavenly phoenix, illustrating the perfect blend of power and beauty in each gesture.

Donghuang watched as Feng Qing’an subtly held onto her. Her slender eyebrows arched slightly, but she didn’t say anything. The next moment, with a cold glint in her eyes, she abruptly turned and stared at a shadow in the dark not far away. Without any hesitation, she raised her hand and struck out with her palm.

“Evil creature, stop your insolence!”

At the instant Donghuang struck out, a figure glowing with golden light appeared from the darkness where she was gazing, an intimidating Heavenly Dragon roaring and coiling behind him.

Facing Donghuang’s seemingly casual palm strike, the monk who had manifested a demon-suppressing golden body and the Heavenly Dragon, confidently struck back with his own palm. But the moment Donghuang’s palm was near, Yinghai sensed something was wrong, his complexion changing drastically, but it was too late to react.