The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

Even though he wasn’t sure of the reason, Cave Sky Spirit felt that perhaps it was due to Feng Qing’an. Maybe Feng Qing’an was fighting some powerful enemy, indirectly causing the wilting of the spirit tree.

But there was one thing he couldn’t figure out: what kind of overpowering foe could drain the life force of a spirit tree planted within Cave Sky through Feng Qing’an?

“I don’t understand, I really don’t understand!”

At the time when Cave Sky Spirit was sighing and grumbling continuously, in the Monarch’s Palace in You Huang Ghost Country, where his might dominated all directions and his name was famous in many countries, Feng Qing’an was lying flat on a couch that seemed wet with ice water, staring blankly at the dome above him.

He wasn’t certain if it were an illusion, but the ordinarily plain dome, in his eyes at that moment, seemed distant, as unreachable as the infinite sky.

“Humiliation, such humiliation!”

The lifeless-eyed young man, whose pupils lacked luster, had no idea how long he had been lying flat. Suddenly, he spoke in a hoarse voice, cursing and complaining, his words carrying an indomitable sense of bitterness and a hint of despair.

He had been crushed from start to finish, his counterattacks easily defeated multiple times. Despite experiencing extreme pleasure and tasting rare delicacies in the Immortal World, he was still haunted by a strong sense of defeat that loomed in Feng Qing’an’s heart.

“I will surely…”

Suddenly aware that he had been lying there for quite a while, Feng Qing’an, although feeling extremely tired, desired to continue resting, since all of the hundreds of muscles and bones in his body were aching.

But under the control of his stubborn will, he still managed to climb up, enduring the soreness and weakness. He stood once more, looked down at his slightly trembling knees, and a complex emotion flashed across his eyes.

Humiliation!

With a wave of his hand, he put on the dragon robe that had been thrown to the floor, bit his teeth, looked around, made sure Yun had left, and no one was spying on him. Then, Feng Qing’an, with shaky steps, moved to the corner of the wall.

Then, Feng Qing’an sighed softly, reached out and held onto the icy wall, slowly moving out of the grand hall. When he reached the entrance, noticing the gaze of the Ghost Creatures guarding the palace, he abruptly straightened his body, put his hands behind his back, and gazed at the distance with a calm and breezy demeanor.

“Ha!”

Noticing the gaze that had remained on his face move away, Feng Qing’an let out a soft laugh, as if he didn’t care about anything. Taking advantage of the vigor restored by resting briefly, he escaped from the Monarch’s Palace, as though fleeing.

For him, this was a place full of humiliation from defeat. As a young warrior still fresh in his exploits, full of fighting spirit, he had originally wanted to test his strength in the world. But this first battle after leaving the mountain resulted in a total defeat.

Three days!

Feng Qing’an somewhat didn’t want to recall how he had spent these three days. It was too frustrating; he had never experienced such humiliation before.

This experience made Feng Qing’an truly feel his own weakness. He had previously been proud of his achievements, but in this kind of fight, he had no power to fight back at all, being manipulated by the monarch the entire time.

The reason it lasted three days was because he did his utmost and could only resist for three days. Although the Supreme Body of Ten Thousand Spirits had an undying spiritual source, his vitality and energy were not inexhaustible.

“Feng Qing’an.”

As Feng Qing’an escaped from the royal palace and walked on the main street of the Ghost Nation’s capital city, a familiar presence approached. However, upon seeing Feng Qing’an’s appearance, the presence hesitated as if shocked.

“How did you end up like this?”

“I dealt with that Ghost King, at some cost…”

Feng Qing’an looked at the familiar disguise of a malicious ghost, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. He didn’t want to meet acquaintances in his current state, because he knew exactly how terrible he looked now.

“How did you get so badly hurt! Did you use the Blood Burning Skill?”

Underneath the disguise of the malicious ghost, the eyes of the girl filled with worry. Because in front of her, the young man, who was originally brimming with life and vitality, now seemed nearly drained. His handsome face appeared dull and lifeless, even showing signs of green and black colors.

“Just about enough!”

Feng Qing’an’s voice was slightly hoarse, his throat felt as though it were about to catch fire.

Not only was he trying his best to deal with the situation, but the Supreme Body of Ten Thousand Spirits, after making contact with him, could hardly resist himself. Its allure had already undergone numerous transformations, and it was more than a hundred times stronger than before. The fact that he didn’t consume Feng Qing’an but instead just drained him showed his tremendous willpower.

“Sigh, if I knew you would pay such a heavy price, I wouldn’t have let you go. What a waste. If you don’t get this handled, I’m afraid it might damage your foundation. Come with me.”

“I just need some rest.”

Feng Qing’an instinctively refused. How could he muster the strength to meet anyone in his current state of weakness? He just wanted to escape that heartbreaking place, having no idea that this direct disciple of the Star Lodging Sect would come looking for him.

“Stop pretending to be tough. Haven’t you noticed? The Ghost Creatures on the roadside are not even giving you a second glance.”

“My loss is too great, it’s not easy to recover.”

“No problem, I have a bottle of the Nirvana Pill. Even if your Dao Foundation is damaged, it can help you recover. This is not the place to take it, come with me.”

Moved by the kindness offered and curious about the miraculous Divine Pill, Feng Qing’an thought for a moment and decided to go along.

“By the way, Feng Qing’an, where is your kitten? Why is it not around? Did something happen to it?”

During their journey, Hua Qingyu, looking at Feng Qing’an’s bare shoulder, couldn’t help but ask.

Although she knew that the little black cat had an extraordinary background and was extremely remarkable, even she wasn’t allowed to touch it casually. But she really liked this little guy and would take advantage of the opportunity to hold and play with it.

“It’s not here, before paying that heavy price, I threw it away.”

Feng Qing’an replied calmly. Naturally, before he met with the Supreme Body of Ten Thousand Spirits, he had thrown Jun Yan aside. Was he supposed to let this creature watch while he was grinding with the Supreme Body of Ten Thousand Spirits? He certainly didn’t have that particular fetishes.

“You’re really loyal, worthy of being the disciple I’ve set my eyes on. What do you say? Do you want to formally acknowledge me as your master now?”

Upon hearing Feng Qing’an’s words, Hua Qingyu automatically imagined a picture of a cultivator who was deeply protective of his pet and had thrown his beloved away when facing a powerful enemy.

“You’re just taking advantage of my vulnerability, and besides, I never said I wanted to acknowledge you as my master!”

Feng Qing’an rolled his eyes, and as for the compliment, he unashamedly accepted it.

Meow~

A light weight landed on his shoulder. Without looking back, Feng Qing’an knew it had to be Jun Yan.

“If you dare to utter another word, I’ll skin you and use your hide as floor matting!”

Faced with the presence of real Human Race disciples, Feng Qing’an certainly didn’t want some indiscreet kitten to spread gossip. As such, he warned immediately through the Soul Contract.

“Alright, let’s go in!”

In an ordinarily shabby and dilapidated stone house, when a disfigured and fearsome-looking ghost woman led a young man inside, the dazzling, extraordinarily extravagant hall came into Feng Qing’an’s view. Not only was there the real disciple of Xu Wutian that he had met before, but also a few unfamiliar figures with a powerful aura and strong magical power.

The moment Feng Qing’an followed Hua Qingyu and rushed in, although many eyes landed on him, none of them stayed for long, but rather continued their original discussion on their own.

Feng Qing’an listened in on the conversation and learned that their concerns were about the intervention of the lord of the Ghost Nation. Knowing they were planning and arranging against the Supreme Body of Ten Thousand Spirits, he finally couldn’t help but speak up.

“From today onwards, this Monarch of the You Huang Ghost Country will retreat and will not be seen for a short period of time. Your arrangements are pointless and a waste of energy.”