The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World - Chapter 320

Chapter 320: Chapter 210 Fengtian Underworld_2

Translator: 549690339

“What qualifications do I have? I only have a bit of spiritual energy cultivation, and I can’t even defeat the gatekeepers of the Underworld, how could I dare to enter the Underworld just to spectate?”

“Look, an elder has entered!”

Under the gaze of many eyes, an old beggar appeared abruptly at the entrance of the grand Underworld Gate floating above the City God Temple. He wore worn-out clothes, held a bamboo pole in his hand, and hung a yellow gourd around his waist.

The beggar, looking dirty and disheveled, was grinning showing his missing teeth, behaving all jolly and without dignity, he greeted the guards on either side of the gate.

The guards on both sides remained silent, their faces as still as statues, devoid of any reaction, their dead and lifeless expressions were fear-inducing, yet the beggar laughed heartily, without any inhibitions.

“If you don’t make a sound, I’ll take it as your approval. I’m going in, don’t stop me!”

Receiving no response, the beggar didn’t get angry or annoyed. Using his bamboo pole for support, he leisurely entered the Underworld with a wavering gait. His figure was soon swallowed up by the surging Yin Qi, disappearing from sight.

“Who is that elder?”

“I don’t know!”

“Who recognises him?”

Though the old beggar seemed disheveled, the mere fact that he dared to approach the Underworld gate was noteworthy, indicating that he was a seasoned veteran in the life of cultivation.

“Another elder is going up!”

At the entrance to the Underworld gate, which had just quieted down, an old ox covered in mud and lazily chewing some grass was led over by a cheerful old farmer.

The farmer tending the ox didn’t say anything to the gatekeepers of the Underworld gate; he simply stood there, examined the gate, then stepped into the surging Yin Qi, leading the ox into the Underworld.

Following the demonstration of the two great cultivators, the observing cultivators understood the implication of the Fengtian Underworld: when the gates are open and not shut, it means that the Underworld is admitting visitors today, as long as one has the courage to enter!

Therefore, it didn’t take long before a third cultivator stepped into the Underworld gate; a bald monk dressed in a splendid red Kasaya, which was conspicuously vibrant amidst the somber colors of the Underworld gate.

“Oh, another great monk has entered. He’s really daring, isn’t he afraid of getting trapped inside and not being able to come out?”

Behind closed doors, numerous cultivators were actively discussing the situation. Several great cultivators one after another took the plunge and ventured into the Underworld. There were handsome, elegant young masters, robust men full of blood and vigour, as well as banished celestial maidens, their faces as radiant as jade, and dressed in splendid silk.

Seeing many cultivators entering the Underworld, several others were itching to follow. However, when they saw a lesser cultivator being thrown down by the surging Yin Qi at the gate, they promptly controlled their impulses, beginning to understand the situation.

It’s not that anyone can enter the Underworld freely, one must first possess spiritual cultivation that’s fearless of the chilling Yin Qi of the Underworld. The ease and calm shown by the great cultivators didn’t mean that lower cultivators could do the same.

“Young master, when will you take them away?”

At this moment, a hopeful voice pulled Feng Qing’an back from his contemplation. When he looked down, he saw pairs of hopeful eyes looking expectantly at him.

“I’ll take them away right now!”

Feng Qing’an, equally eager to enter the Underworld and see what was going on, no longer had the patience to deal with these ordinary people. Their requests were straightforward.

“You all follow me!”

“Yes, sir!”

Although Feng Qing’an seemed inscrutable, for the men, the composed young man was more trustworthy compared to the repulsive-looking neighbours. At least his gaze held no touch of disgust or aversion.

“Hand me the children!”

Feng Qing’an, in his eagerness to reach the Underworld, took hold of the children as soon as the men stepped forward. His hand supported each child, while the men watched anxiously.

“Young master, you’re back!?”

When Feng Qing’an led the men to his house, his followers immediately gathered around. Having broken free from the bindings of mortals, they could also see the Underworld manifested above Fengtian City. Seeing Feng Qing’an’s figure gave them a sense of calm and reassurance.

Faced with the sudden anomaly, these warriors in Gang Sha state felt utterly helpless, the feeling of being passive recipients of everything was not at all comfortable.

If it weren’t for the knowledge of the existence of this Second Young Master Feng, they would now just want to leave Fengtian, avoiding any anonymous changes that might happen later and implicate them.

“Hmm, I will go up later, you should settle them down, arrange for them two rooms, or find something for them to do!”

After leading the man and two children to the unremarkable three-entry mansion, Feng Qing’an instructed his steward Zhao.

“Yes!”

Although he was unclear as to why Feng Qing’an had brought back a man and two children after a trip out, Steward Zhao didn’t ask too many questions.

This was all trivial. He could see at a glance that these three were ordinary people, only that the two children had a bit of Spiritual Qi, but this seemed insignificant compared to what the young master had said.

“Young Master, are you going up?”

“With such a big scene, it would be a pity not to join the crowd!”

Feng Qing’an said with a smile.

“Sir, you brought me and my children here, what do you plan to do?”

All the way up here, not even touching the ground, the man who was virtually blown here by the wind, his soul still unsettled, quickly hugged the two children, who had been stunned by the incident and forgotten to wail, and then asked cautiously.

“Don’t do anything, just live here with your children. You probably can’t go back to your old house, you should find someone to sell it!”

“This…”

Upon hearing Feng Qing’an’s words, the man looked lost and somewhat at a loss.

Decades of neighbors, after something happened to his house, they spat and insulted and blamed, and even tried to push all the things that happened in their homes to his house.

The gentleman he met for the first time, however, reached out to him when he was being pointed at by thousands of people, and this made him somewhat puzzled.

“You don’t mind my wife being a demon?”

“Nobody here cares, a demon? I’ve seen a lot of them!”

Feng Qing’an looked at the man and laughed,

“Okay, I don’t have time to waste here with you, I have to go out. If I’m lucky, I might be able to bring your wife back.”

“You can bring my wife back?”

The man looked at Feng Qing’an in astonishment.

“Don’t hope too much, this monk is too fierce. Sen Miao, are you going or not?”

Feng Qing’an’s gaze shifted to Snow Stepping on Dark Clouds, who had come out from the hall.

“Go!”

“Then let’s move!”

The young boy in white clothes mounted his horse, instantly golden scales emerged under the steed’s thick mane and dense clouds diffused out with the emergence of the scales.

In the blink of an eye, the young man’s steed soared into the sky on the clouds, the two wolves, one white and one black, also leaped onto the clouds, and the bewildered man watched all of this with a wide-open mouth.

However, it didn’t take long before he couldn’t see anything. The sky over the radiant Fengtian city was empty, nothing at all. That’s just how it is with the naked eye of mortal.

“Where’s the gentleman?”

The man couldn’t help turning his head to ask the chuckling old steward next to him.

“Dad, isn’t the big brother right there?”

The girl with tear streaks on her face raised her hand, an innocent look on her face. Reflected in her eyes was the clear image of what was happening in the sky, although she didn’t know what this meant.