The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World - Chapter 403:
Chapter 403: Chapter 251: The Escaping Innate Spiritual Root_2
Translator: 549690339
It couldn’t stand being constantly being called Mr. Bai, it was bad enough that the dreadful Human Race who wiped out the Heavenly Demon and its Cultivation with one stroke called it that, there was no choice but to endure it. But it definitely can’t stand this guy in front of it calling it by that name.
“Jun Yan? A good name.”
Feng Qing’an nodded in satisfaction,
“In that case, I’ll call you Mr. Bai from now on!”
[Eighth Soul Contract: Jun Yan]
[Race: Heavenly Demon White Tiger]
[Attributes: Heaven, Demon, Divine, Spirit, Beast]
[Potential Level: Emperor· Top]
[Combat Level: Spirit Awakening· Top]
Upon contracting with White Tiger Jun Yan, Feng Qing’an received almost no feedback. Its strength was laid bare, weak and without a shred of resistance strength, implying that after the contract was completed, Feng Qing’an would practically not feel any feedback force.
On the contrary, this little guy used the convenience of contracting with Feng Qing’an to increase his strength a little, but since it used to be on a higher level, the fractional increase didn’t make it rejoice. We could only see its dissatisfaction, which made it extremely unhappy.
Meow~
I’m not Mr. Bai!
I’m Jun Yan!
The little black cat struggled desperately on Feng Qing’an’s hand, and the hidden claws on its four pink and tender cat paws shot out, desperately wanting to scratch Feng Qing’an a few times.
However, such a small and non-threatening body frame, coupled with this ferocious posture, made Feng Qing’an find it extremely adorable and couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
Meow~
Hearing the laughter, the kitten’s struggle became even more intense. However, for Feng Qing’an, he could suppress this kitten with one hand, even in its White Tiger form.
“An, is this the path you’re pursuing now?”
Feng Qingping, who had been silently observing Feng Qing’an’s actions, asked at this moment.
“Yes, big brother, this is the path I am taking now.”
Feng Qing’an, who didn’t hide anything in front of his big brother, put down the cat in his hand and replied with a smile.
“Good.”
Feng Qingping nodded slightly. Although different from the True Taoism practitioners and Buddhist Zen Masters he had met before, this path held its own mysteries and profound truths.
“Big brother, I’m planning to leave Da Jin and go somewhere else for practice.”
Feng Qing’an followed up. In front of his older brother, there was no need for falsehoods.
“Hmm, will it be dangerous?”
The youthful figure, like an evergreen pine tree that doesn’t age, didn’t ask where his younger brother was going. If his brother was willing, he would tell him without further questions.
“There is indeed danger, but I can handle it. There isn’t any threat to my life.”
Feng Qing’an was full of confidence. Though it’s not wise to speak too confidently, when his elder brother asked like this, he had to say he’s okay no matter what. Besides, to him, the Underworld held minimal dangers, except for the chance of encountering some ancient demon species.
“As long as you can handle it.”
Upon hearing that Feng Qing’an would encounter danger, the youth’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, but soon relaxed. Practice is never smooth. Difficulties and obstacles are expected along the journey, turning into critical tribulations.
If one yearns for a peaceful life, free of disasters and sickness, it only qualifies as an unrealistic dream harbored by mortals. Even the lofty Saints had to go through thousands of tribulations before reaching true fruition, to forge an immortal and undying body.
“Did you come over this time to say goodbye?”
“Since I’m going on a long journey, it’s only right that I inform father, mother, and you, brother.”
Feng Qing’an laughed.
“Follow me!”
The elder brother, who had been calm from beginning to end, suddenly turned his back and walked forward. Feng Qing’an, upon hearing his brother’s command, followed instinctively. But as he took one step, the surrounding scenery changed rapidly.
Once everything calmed down, petals started falling amidst the lush grass, their fragrance wafting up to take form. Fragrant fruit filled the air around them, and they saw a peach tree standing in front of them. Its twisted trunk and cracked bark shone like dragon scales.
Its dense, verdant leaves formed a canopy comparable with exquisite coverings. Hanging from the branches were tender spiritual peaches, their rich fragrance enticing one to reach out and pluck them.
Meow~
Seeing this peach tree, the tiny dark cat fidgeting on Feng Qing’an’s trousers no longer bothered to sulk. Jumping off Feng Qing’an, it lunged towards the tree like a tiger pouncing.
Thud!
Feng Qing’an extended a hand, and the figure of the small cat, caught mid-air, was pulled back and landed in his palm. Currently, the cat’s strength was still unable to escape his grasp, and he didn’t even need the help of other Guardian Beasts.
Uh~
Even the accompanying Black Mountain, at the sight of the peach tree, drooled. However, he quickly realized that this behaviour was demeaning, not only for himself but also for his master, and quickly turned around to hide its crude appearance.
“Identify!”
[Longevity Immortal Peach]
[A spiritual peach created by an Earth Immortal exhausting their lifetime’s efforts. Eating one would extend life by a Jiazi, at most ten can be eaten to extend life by five hundred years, further consumption is ineffective.]
“Where is my Innate Spiritual Seed?”
After learning about the function of the peach tree’s fruit, Feng Qing’an immediately directed his mental energy toward the spirit of the Nine Lifes Cave World, demanding an answer.
“What Innate Spiritual Seed?”
Caught off guard by Feng Qing’an’s sudden question, the spirit of the Cave Sky asked back, a bewildered expression on its face, but with a hint of guilt in its tone.
“Hm, is there really one? Where did you hide it?”
Feng Qing’an initially casually threw out a question. According to the identification results, this peach tree in front of him was likely cultivated when his elder brother first discovered this blessed land.
A ground Immortal even managed to cultivate such an effective Innate Spiritual Seed after exhausting their life’s efforts. Could there be no spiritual wood in the Nine Lifes Cave World during the ancient demon’s reign?
Finishing his thought, Feng Qing’an didn’t hold hope for the spirit of the Cave Sky. With everything broken to this degree, how could there be anything good left?
But looking at the mood change of the Spirit of the Cave Sky, there seemed to be some extraordinary spiritual root.
“Master, you came too late. There used to be an Innate Spiritual Root in this Cave Sky. But after the Cave Sky lost its master, it gradually deteriorated, and the spiritual root couldn’t bear it and fled.”
The Spirit of the Cave Sky hadn’t expected its subconscious reaction to be noticed by the master, so it had to tell the past it had no intention to disclose. After all, it had already disappeared. There was no need to stir trouble.
“It ran away?”
Feng Qing’an was taken aback momentarily. Looking at the robust peach tree in front of him, he twitched his mouth,
“Can this thing grow legs and run?”
“Of course, it can, master. You may not have seen it now, but you will definitely have the chance to encounter it in the future. The most top-tier Innate Spiritual Roots are like sacred immortal spirits, and some particularly special ones can even hunt Divine Demons.”
The Spirit of the Cave Sky told Feng Qing’an a secret, but the solemn and cautious tone in its voice made him fall silent.
A terrifying beast that can hunt Divine Demons, can it still be considered an Innate Spiritual Root? Who is hunting whom?
“An, pluck some fruit from this tree which has gathered the spiritual essence of this place.”
“Thank you, elder brother.”
Feng Qing’an didn’t bother to care about the useless spirit of the Cave Sky any more at this moment. If he had known earlier, he wouldn’t have asked. Now that he suddenly knew that he had lost an Innate Spiritual Root, he felt a twinge of regret in his heart.
This was not a small loss. That was an Innate Spiritual Root!
Just look at the Immortal Peach tree in front of him. Eating ten peaches extended life by five hundred years, but even then, it was just a spiritual seed, and it didn’t match up with an Innate Spiritual Root at all.
“Can I pick more?”
Thinking of his parents, and then Donghuang and Nange, Feng Qing’an asked.
“Pick as much as you can eat, I have my plans for the rest, you don’t need to worry.”
As if seeing through Feng Qing’an, Feng Qingping spoke in an indifferent tone.
