The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World - Chapter 322
Chapter 322: Chapter 211: That Year, A Sword Strike Towards the Capital’s City God Part 2
Translator: 549690339
Bai Yao, who had also come to watch the commotion, followed closely behind them. As they moved into the Underworld, Yin Qi surged, filling up the Yin Qi devoured by Black Mountain and then forming an invisible yet powerful barrier.
It kept out all the cultivators whose cultivation had not reached mastery. The Underworld was not a place where just anyone could enter. Entering without sufficient cultivation was simply throwing one’s life away.
However, Black Mountain’s actions earlier on did not escape the eyes of several cultivators looking for shortcuts. Some planned to take advantage of the weakened Yin Qi to sneak in, but they ended up the same way those with insufficient cultivation did – directly swept away by the wild tide of Yin Qi right at the entrance of the Underworld.
After entering the Underworld, Feng Qing’an, who was a little bit confused, watched as a shrine official stumbled and ran off, his figure quickly disappearing. He then turned his puzzled gaze to a lowly official seated at some distance, his face full of panic and unease.
“What’s the meaning of this? You are not welcoming me?”
Feng Qing’an, who had received collective attention from the Yin troops at the entrance of the Underworld, had a subtle feeling. It became crystal clear when he encountered these Yin officials whose consciousness seemed to be more intact and clear.
These officials had originally taken the initiative to greet him, it seemed as if they were there to guide him but when this face of his appeared before them, they scattered and fled without a thought like a group of rabbits targeted by their natural predators.
As if he was some horrendously terrifying and irresistible ferocious beast, or a ruthless robber raiding the homes of the poor.
The fear the Yin soldiers and officials of Fengtian Underworld had towards him or rather, towards this face that greatly resembled that of his elder brother, was practically etched onto their souls.
“No, nothing’s wrong!”
The Yin official who was questioned by Feng Qing’an was shaking like a leaf, revealing his fear. The forced smile on his almost tearful face was awkward.
“How… how dare we not welcome you?”
“Then why are you running away?”
Sitting atop Sen Miao, Feng Qing’an, from his elevated position, looked down at the Yin official, who hadn’t yet managed to suppress his fear. He was the only one left, the other two were long gone.
“We… we…”
Hearing Feng Qing’an’s question, the Yin official stuttered, not knowing how to respond. He recognized him now – this face was slightly different from the one who had once stormed the Underworld.
But it was too alike, too similar, even if he knew they were different people the similar face almost stole his courage to run. He prepared for the worst-case scenario.
“So, the Second Young Master Feng graces us with his presence, please pardon our lack of welcome, could you show mercy to these lowly beings? They lack manners, we hope you can be forgiving!”
Under Feng Qing’an’s gaze, the Yin Official who was becoming increasingly ethereal due to fear, didn’t know what to do. A deep and resonant voice cut through the tension, and a familiar figure of a ghost god appeared. It was the Civil Judge who led the Heavenly Dragon monk into the Underworld.
“I can be forgiving, but I want to know the reason. Even if there is a plausible explanation, I need to know the truth of the matter, yes?”
Seeing the Civil Judge who was even taller than himself as he sat atop Sen Miao, Feng Qing’an replied.
“The young master is correct!”
“What is the truth behind this? Why do the spirits here fear me? Or should I say, fear my appearance!”
Feng Qing’an questioned further, he was extremely curious about everything his elder brother had done on the road many years ago.
“Young master, your keen insight and observation are unparalleled. Didn’t you already guess it? Just as you predicted, your elder brother has been here before!”
The Civil Judge replied with a bow.
“Why was that?”
Feng Qing’an was not going to be brushed off by a simple answer. His elder brother’s visit here clearly did not involve any negotiation with the spirits. He must have taken up arms here. Otherwise, the spirits and Yin soldiers would not have such an attitude towards him.
“Second Young Master, I’m afraid you must ask others for more details. As a subordinate, I dare not criticize my superiors!”
At Feng Qing’an’s question, the Civil Judge became hesitant. He seemed to have barely said anything, but he was revealing crucial information.
His elder brother had broken into Fengtian Underworld and clashed with the City God. As for who won and who lost, it was quite clear. Spirits avoided him, just like humans would avoid a flood or a ferocious animal.
“Your answer does not satisfy me. As far as I know, my elder brother does not easily resort to force. If he draws his sword, there must be a grievance. Might it be that the superior official has misbehaved?”
“Young master, please choose your words carefully. My master has served as the Fengtian City God for a thousand years, blessing the people, driving out demons, and protecting the area. He has done countless good deeds. How could he have done anything disgraceful?”
“So, you mean to say that my elder brother was wrong?”
Feng Qing’an raised an eyebrow, his expression turning grim.
“That’s not the case. It was just that my master was implicated by his unfilial descendants. He is not at fault!”
The Civil Judge hastily refuted.
“Unfilial descendants? A thousand years, who among the city’s prominent families is your master? Xiao? Yun? Sun or Shi?”
Feng Qing’an’s eyes narrowed slightly, as he seemed to have some suspicions.
“Young Master is truly informed, having just arrived in the city and already aware of…”
“Don’t waste my time!”
“Xiao!”
The Civil Judge honestly spoke, not only did the underworld officials below feel apprehension, even he felt a lingering fear towards the youthful face before him. He would never forget the blow that was dealt towards the City God, not even after a hundred years.
“So, it’s the ancestor of the Xiao family? Ah, no wonder they are a prominent family that has lasted for a thousand years. Has there been any change in the position of the City God?”
Feng Qing’en couldn’t help but express his surprise— the foundation of the Xiao family was even more profound than he had imagined. No wonder they dared to keep a demon king, there was still such a deity presiding over the Fengtian city.
“Of course not, my master has merely been wounded by your eldest brother because of the mistakes of his descendants. With countless merits protecting him, how could he perish because of this?”
“What? From your tone, you feel your master has been wronged? The mistakes committed by the descendants after a thousand years are unrelated to this living ancestor?”
Even though he didn’t know what exactly happened, Feng Qing’an naturally sided with his eldest brother.
“This… isn’t exactly the case, but you should know, with many descendants, even someone like my master can’t possibly be attentive to everything. It’s inevitable that some pampered young masters would make mistakes without being immediately discovered!”
“Just failed to discover in time?”
“Please spare me, Young Master, this is the Fengtian Underworld!”
The Civil Judge pleaded with a pained expression for Feng Qing’an to let him off. Everything that happened here was seen by the City God.
If he explained the circumstances of that year to the Second Young Master Feng, it would be no different to admitting his dark history in front of his superior official. This was not the way to ruin his future prospects.
“Then you should let me know who I can ask for a thorough understanding of what happened?”
“For such matters, you can directly ask your older brother!”
The Civil Judge found it inexplicable. If your older brother has done something, do you really need to ask us, the implicated gods and ghosts?
“If my brother was willing to tell me, I wouldn’t have found out only today!”
Feng Qing’an also felt a touch of melancholy. His older brother was truly too low-profile. He had no idea what he had done before and only learned about it from others.
“Then you’ll have to find a way yourself, Young Master. I still want to serve another five hundred years as the Civil Judge in this place. I don’t want to become a wandering ghost!”
The Civil Judge gave a slight bow.
“Shall I directly ask the City God then?”
Feng Qing’an wanted to directly ask the ghosts who had personally experienced the incident of that year.
“Well, after this official finishes discussing the Dharma with the high monk from the West Xi Lan Continent, you may ask whatever doubts you have directly!”
Before the Civil Judge could answer, a deep and booming voice, imbued with infinite authority, resounded next to him.
“Master!”
The Civil Judge, who had an already bitter expression, looked even more helpless at this moment. He really felt he had been wronged, both three years ago and now.
“Bring the Second Young Master Feng to the main hall!”
“Yes!”
The Civil Judge, who had inexplicably taken the blame once again, sighed inwardly. He then put on a smile and turned to Feng Qing’an,
“Young Master, please follow me!”
“Hmm!”
As the Civil Judge led the way, they passed through magnificent and unending palaces. It was the glances aimed at him from the underworld deities who went in and out which left a deep impression on Feng Qing’an.
This made him even more curious about what had occurred that year that led his brother to strike the City God with a sword!
