The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World - Chapter 502

Chapter 502: Chapter 300: The Human Clan’s Pride Enters the Netherworld_2

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“Since you all agree, it saves me a lot of energy. I don’t need to persuade you anymore. From today on, you are the hidden vein of the Holy Soul Hall. Your duty is to protect the growth of younger generations of the Holy Soul Hall until the first sect leader reaches core formation and officially ascends the throne.”

“Yes.”

In the face of life and death, everything can be abandoned. The core formation cultivators, who originally clamored to go up the mountain to ask for an explanation from the old master, are now very honest. They all expressed satisfaction about becoming a hidden vein.

“That’s good!”

Seeing these elders all become obedient, Feng Qing’an is also satisfied.

Given Dong Xuan’s recent demonstration and the release of the two human immortals, any Dong Xuan human immortal in the vicinity, unless they are foolish, would think twice before venturing into the sphere of influence of the Holy Soul Hall.

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Without worrying about human immortals, although the overall strength of the Holy Soul Hall is significantly weaker than during the Ghost Soul Sect era, it is still more than enough given the worldly dynastic rule.

Moreover, given the madness exhibited by the core forming elders before the establishment of the Holy Soul Hall, it is enough to deter demons from violating the border for hundreds of years. Overall, it is extremely safe, and there is no need to worry about trivial matters.

Therefore, after handing over the matters, Feng Qing’an completely let go of his control, left the human world, and returned to the underworld. However, he did not completely abandon them, but openly left a marker that could freely enter and leave the Cave Sky.

“You Huang, I’m coming.”

Returning to the underworld, Feng Qing’an did not go anywhere else but headed straight to the royal capital of the You Huang Ghost Country. At this moment, the Ghost Nation’s capital is constantly expanding, devouring the surrounding area, seemingly insatiable and endless.

The Yin Qi rising from this ghost town transformed into a continuous cloud of Yin Qi that stretched for hundreds of miles. Even though there is no sun or moon in the underworld and only a dim and lightless sky,

Such yin clouds still plunge the ghost nation into deep darkness. From a distance, countless points of ghost fire shine in the capital, bringing a chilling faint light.

“Tsk tsk, this is really terrifying!”

Looking at the ghost city from afar, Feng Qing’an couldn’t help but sigh. If he didn’t have an intimate connection with the biggest resident of the ghost city, he would definitely turn around and leave at the sight of such a city in the underworld, and he would never stay.

Meow~

Hearing Feng Qing’an’s sigh, a small head also peeked out from his arms, nodded in agreement with Feng Qing’an’s words. However, an untimely meow echoed at this moment.

Meow~

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Unlike the usually slightly soft meow, this meow carries a bit of sharpness, just like a hungry hunter discovering a prey that it could not finish eating in a lifetime.

“If you dare to drool on my clothes, I will skin you.”

Feng Qing’an glanced down at Jun Yan crouching on his shoulder. This little thing was staring at the distant ghost city, unconsciously opening its mouth, a pink little tongue sticking out and licking its lips. Even so, sticky clear saliva still dripped down.

The saliva dripping from the descendant of the white tiger’s mouth is a treasure as precious as dragon saliva for alchemists. But at this moment, Feng Qing’an only felt disgusted.

Meow~

Hearing Feng Qing’an’s words that didn’t seem like a joke at all, the little cat immediately raised its paw to wipe the saliva from its mouth. As a descendant of the White Tiger bloodline, seeing such a ghost city was like an ordinary person seeing a mountain of rice that they could never finish eating.

Tiger Hunting – A bloodline technique that common tiger spirits have a certain probability of awakening. As a descendant of the White Tiger, it naturally mastered this technique since birth.

And unlike ordinary mountain lords, as a descendant of the White Tiger, it was born to devour ghosts and feed on ghost creatures. Of course, it can also forcibly enslave the Spectral Soul without needing to devour it, but it must first pass through its stomach.

“You better behave, this is not a place for you to mess around. If you want to eat, you can go to the battlefield.”

Before entering the ghost city, Feng Qing’an sternly warned Jun Yan. If this guy looks at ghosts with the same eyes as food, Dong Xuan might want to kill it if he sees the ghost city with the same eyes. Should he, Feng Qing’an, hand over the knife or help to skin it?

Such a tough choice!

Meow~

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Jun Yan let out a soft and charming call, rubbing against Feng Qing’an’s neck in an attempt to please him. The ghost city in front of them, judging from the sinister yin qi it emitted, likely housed over a million ghost creatures. It could probably eat a few hundred or thousand without issue.

“Hmph!”

Feng Qing’an scoffed. He was well aware that the ghost city was filled with frenzied ghost creatures that Jun Yan could devour, but why should he indulge it?

“Black Silk Yin Dates, big and sweet!”

“Fried Ghost Pigeon Wings, don’t pay if you don’t like it!”

“Beast Heart Sugar-Coated Haws…”

“Steamed Underworld Monkey Brain!”

The moment they entered the ghost city, the familiar hustle and bustle echoed from all directions, with various cries of vendors selling their wares, making Feng Qing’an feel as if he had returned to the human world.

However, if one was to quiet down, listening carefully to what these ghosts were shouting, one would suddenly understand that they were still in the underworld.

“A living human?”

As Feng Qing’an was walking around the bustling streets of the ghost city, observing this ever-changing capital where there was something new every day, a moment happened.

All of a sudden, a cobalt blue ghost creature with a sharp horn on its forehead approached Feng Qing’an, sniffing around him with its disproportionately large nostrils on its thin skull. A look of greed gradually revealed in its eyes turned into undisguised hostility.

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“You have a lot of nerve to dare…”

Bang!

This foolhardy ghost creature, whose sentence was interrupted, had its chest pierced through by a hand enveloped in wind and lightning. Then, under its incredulous gaze, its ghost body was torn to shreds. That wasn’t all. A pale-blue soul flame ignited in the young man’s hand and was flung onto the writhing, trying-to-regenerate black flesh remains.

Ahh―

Accompanying the sound of flesh being torched, a wail of despair rang out. The surrounding ghost creatures instantly distanced themselves, watching the excitement from afar, primarily to avoid the flame capable of burning souls.

“What’s happening?”

“Where the hell did this guy come from? How dare he strike in the middle of the street? Doesn’t he know the rules since entering this city?”

“Wait, didn’t I just hear, that guy said that the youngster is a living human! Then he was killed.”

“A monk? Are you talking about that group of monks who live near the royal palace?”

“Does he look like those bald guys to you? I think he’s a living human from the mortal world!”

“What’s the deal with these living humans? Have they eaten dragon hearts and phoenix gallbladders? Why are they all daring enough to come here? Do they not take us seriously at all?”

The surrounding ghost creatures were buzzing with discussion, but the context revealed in one evil ghost’s words brought Feng Qing’an’s expression to a halt. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly felt a gust of wind hitting him.

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The boy intended to react, but after sensing the aura, he immediately relaxed, letting the figure who suddenly rushed towards him take him away.

“What’s the deal with you? You’re even bolder than I am. I thought I was already audacious enough, but it turns out you’re even more reckless. Do you know what position that ghost creature you just killed held?”

The raging wind from both sides ceased, the dim candlelight flickered, emitting a faint warmth, bringing temporary tranquility to this place. However, before Feng Qing’an had a chance to survey his surroundings, the figure who had brought him here began a rapid-fire tirade, not giving him a chance to speak.