The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

Chapter 605: Chapter 351: The Spear is Like a Dragon

“Your Highness!”

Upon realizing that the person who had appeared so abruptly was none other than Feng Qing’an, all the ghost kings present, who had come to listen to the preachings of the Buddha to counteract their violent energy and maintain a peaceful mind, revealed expressions of respect.

“Amitabha Buddha!”

However, upon catching sight of Feng Qing’an, the many high-ranking monks, seated high on the stage and preaching, were unable to maintain their original calm demeanour. Of course, what was even more crucial was that they had noticed Fayuan standing by Feng Qing’an.

As practitioners of Buddhism, they were well aware of how terrifying this young monk, who bore a resemblance to a person they despised, could be.

Like a few minuscule ants looking up at a towering Divine Mountain that reaches into the clouds with no summit in sight, they were overcome with feelings of insignificance.

“Brother, I’m leaving first.”

“Hmm.”

Feng Qing’an glanced at the ghost kings and some monks who stared at him with deep hatred. He had no intention of tangling with these people. Seeing no one of worth for him to stay, he bade farewell to Fayuan and left.

“Excuse me, who might you be?”

After Feng Qing’an had left, one ghost king with a skeletal face looked toward Fayuan, dark and serious. It was not only monks who could sense the terror of the man before them. The ghost kings were aware as well.

This was the capital of the Ghost Nation, a place full of numerous and terrifying restrictions. Not only the ghost kings were unable to tear open the void, even the Ghost Nation’s ruler could freely enter only because she had control over the city. Yet, this monk before them had appeared directly in the central area of the city during his first visit.

“Dragon Zen Temple, Fayuan.”

Calmly declaring his origins and Dharma name, Fayuan considered these ghost kings to be no different from ants or dust. All beings were equal and everything was the same in his eyes.

“Dragon Zen Temple?!”

The monks on the stage, preaching to the ghost kings, were suddenly excited. Hope flickered in their previously hollow and spiritless eyes. Under the suppression of the Ghost Immortals and surrounded by various ghost kings, they had no hope of escaping from the Ghost Nation. They couldn’t even flee this ghost city. They thought they would spend the rest of their lives among this group of Ghost Creatures, devoid of any glory.

But they never expected such an incredible figure. He effortlessly broke through the numerous restrictions of the Ghost Nation and stood before them. Even if he couldn’t bring them all out, as long as he could notify the Bodhi Monastery in the background, they could retain some hope.

Just as a group of monks, eager to contact the Buddhist disciples of the Dragon Zen Temple and find a path to the human world, Feng Qing’an returned to the Ghost Country Royal Palace and met the ruler of the Ghost Nation sitting on her throne.

“Donghuang, I’m back.”

Feng Qing’an, who returned from his outing with significant gains and beamed with genuine joy, saw the supreme Ghost Nation Ruler looking down at him expressionlessly, coldly, and even indifferently.

“What’s the matter with you?”

Seeing Donghuang in such state, Feng Qing’an immediately stopped in his tracks, somewhat uncertain. He quickly reviewed the actions he had taken in the past few months and lost some confidence. His once radiant smile stiffened.

Danding Zong’s true scripture, Jin Suyan

Before his return, he had already erased any trace of his aura. Could there be residual traces he did not detect, allowing Donghuang to detect something?

But even if she did notice, what then? After all, she explicitly stated she didn’t mind such matters and would not restrict him because of it.

Could it be due to this reason, she was giving him the cold shoulder? Or could it be that she is one of those who says one thing but means another, claiming not to mind but actually caring deeply?

“Why didn’t you call for me?”

Under Feng Qing’an’s nervous and somewhat intense gaze, Donghuang finally spoke, but it was to question him.

“Huh?”

A bewildered look crossed Feng Qing’an’s face.

“Why didn’t I call you for what?”

“…”

Upon hearing Feng Qing’an’s counter-question, Donghuang fell silent and then exhaled a chill breath.

“You’re right. Even if you had called me, I wouldn’t have been able to do anything.”

“Donghuang, what on earth is going on?”

By now, Feng Qing’an had a clue.

“How could I ignore the huge ruckus you’ve caused? Why play dumb with me?”

“You’ve got a point.”

Feng Qing’an chuckled awkwardly. After all, none of the immortals who descend to the underworld are low-key. They always make a big scene, one bigger than the other. If Donghuang didn’t notice such commotion, it would indeed be peculiar.

However, it was a bit preposterous for Donghuang to throw a tantrum over this matter. The level of those immortals was clear to Donghuang, wasn’t it?

By using her artifact, the Phoenix Supreme World Shocking Bell, she could potentially fight off one such immortal, but any more than two, or even the divine consciousness of a Heavenly Immortal, would render even the most exquisite Divine Power useless.

Under such circumstances, would there be a second outcome after notifying Donghuang, other than adding a generous bounty to the spoils of those Immortals? No there wouldn’t.

“It’s not that I didn’t want to seek you, it’s just…”

“It’s just that, even if I came, there was a risk of me perishing, so you didn’t seek me.”

The Ghost Nation Ruler, who had been cold, aloof and indifferent, showed a sigh of resignation. She had made her preparations long ago, but she could have never imagined that this day would come so swiftly.