The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

The urgently aged voice rang in his ear, constantly urging him on.

“The Young Sect Leader forcibly seizes opportunities from the same door, are you not afraid of being punished by the rules of the sect?”

Despite being harshly reprimanded by his elders, the young man was unwilling to bow his head again. He was also half a sword cultivator, and if he retreated today, how could he wield a sword in the future?

“Rules? Do you know who my father is? Do you know who my ancestors are? You want to pressure me with rules? These norms are for people like you. You’re actually delusional enough to think these things will work on me, haha!”

Laughter erupted from Feng Qing’an, causing the brocade-clad youth in front of him to turn pale instantly,

“Does the Young Sect Leader regard the sect rules as nothing? Are the rules of the Ghost Soul Sect just empty words in your eyes?”

“No, definitely not. How could they be empty words? But you have to be clear about one thing, whatever I, the Young Sect Leader, say is the rule of the Ghost Soul Sect, it’s the sect rules.”

Feng Qing’an immediately dismissed it. This scoundrel-like profligate son wanted to say this for a long time, but he didn’t find a chance in the mundane world. Now that he’s infiltrated the Ghost Soul Sect, he finally got to say it.

“You…”

The brocade-clad youth was wracked with shock and anger, but he couldn’t find the words to speak.

“Forget it, I’ll just take it myself.”

Feng Qing’an stretched lazily, yawned, and sat up from the chariot. At this moment, innumerable yin clouds erupted from his body, casting a shadow over the landscape with their pervading chill.

“Young Sect Leader, please show some mercy. This is the sword skill my grandson accidentally acquired, the ‘Xuanyin Sword Canon’. Please accept it and show your magnanimity by sparing him this time.”

An old man rushed over, who was a cultivator at the Core Formation stage, but not a mediocre one, he was of the third rank. Although he had a one in ten thousand chance of becoming a Human Immortal, he would probably spend the rest of his life standing still at this stage.

“You old fool, you’re quite understanding. But I’m not satisfied with your grandson’s attitude. What do you think we should do?”

Feng Qing’an took the sword-shaped jade pendant that the inner gate elder offered him and still looked like he had no intention of leaving. He asked with a smile.

Setting aside the sword skill for now, what really mattered was that Feng Qing’an was thoroughly enjoying this feeling of dominating both men and women. He couldn’t display this unbridled rich young master persona of his anywhere else. Only here can he let loose.

“Hurry up and apologize to the Young Sect Leader!”

The old man slapped his grandson.

“Young Sect Leader, I…”

“Stop, I’ve already said, an oral apology means nothing. You need to take some actual action.”

Feng Qing’an raised his hand to stop him, then looked around. When he saw the demon wolf pulling his chariot, his eyes lit up, and an idea came to him.

“Like this, if you truly want to apologize, out of these sixteen wolves, pick one that you like and replace it. Let it rest for a while while you take its place and lead me around the sect.”

“Young Sect Leader, this…”

Upon hearing Feng Qing’an’s outrageous demand, the elder who had rushed over to mediate was taken aback.

“What? You want to accompany your grandson? You and your grandson can go together.”

“Great-grandfather, I’m sorry!”

There came a faint murmur of apology. In the face of Feng Qing’an’s wild provocation, one of the few true disciples in the Ghost Soul Sect launched a dazzling sword light at Feng Qing’an.

“Haha, now that’s more like it. Black Mountain, don’t kill him, just keep him to pull my chariot. I want to see what it feels like to have a human-powered vehicle.”

The sword aura had yet to reach him when it was dispersed by the paw that Black Mountain had shot out. The demon wolf that served as a cushion for Feng Qing’an stood up. Tangible demonic qi burst out of it like a volcano, obscuring the sun in mere moments.

Boom——

Accompanied by several shattered swords, a figure shot across the sky like a meteor, cutting a tilted straight streak before finally crashing into a mountain peak.

“Young Sect Leader, please show mercy. This old man is willing to pull your carriage for you. Please spare the life of my young and ignorant great-grandson.”

Seeing the revealed true form of the Black Mountain Demon King, an elder of the inner sect clearly being of the same realm had no resistance at all. He was just trembling, kneeling down in the void, paying respect to Feng Qing’an.

“If you really want him to live, then bring him here. Put this chain on him.”

Feng Qing’an casually hooked a broken flying sword that had been intercepted by him. His fingers slid over the not-so-sharp sword edge, his eyes half-closed, revealing a smile, a very amicable look.

“Yes, I will bring my useless great-grandson immediately. Please refrain from taking him seriously, Young Sect Leader.”

“Well, go then.”

Feng Qing’an waved his hand impatiently, knowing just a little that the evil way is always heretical, there can’t be a bit of sympathy, and it’s not too much, because it’s nothing compared to what they had done in the mortal world.

The elder of the inner sect, without any spirit and a true disciple crippled by the Demon King, this old and young were both shackled and joined the other demon wolves, pulling Feng Qing’an’s carriage.

Such a domineering scene was nailed in the eyes of all the disciples looking up at the sky at this moment. Many elders looked at Feng Qing’an’s touring carriage with completely different eyes.

Awe, fear, longing, worry… summoning the Demonic Power, feeling all kinds of emotions, Feng Qing’an was very pleased because no one found anything wrong with his current appearance, everyone found it very natural, he had already replaced the previous Young Sect Leader.

However, there was still a gaping hole in this. In this sect, the memories of three of the most important beings had not been altered. This was the biggest flaw. Once one of them came out to compare with the memories of the other disciples, they could find the difference and realize the problem.

“Human Immortal!”

Feng Qing’an, sitting in the carriage, looked at the sect, the towering mountain pillar, his eyes full of playfulness.

Human greed is infinite. At first, he just wished to cover up the truth, and now he was thinking about how to deal with these three Human Immortals. After all, their existence and the unaltered memories were his biggest flaws.

As Human Immortals, once they found their memories differing from the disciples, they would definitely not suspect that they were the ones in error.

“I remember a good portion of cultivators are quite fond of exploring mysteries…”

He calculated, if he did not take action in Donghuan, what means he had at hand that could threaten the Human Immortals, or even lead to their downfall.

Divine Power of the Cave Sky!

The first thing Feng Qing’an thought of was this guy. Although his battle power had geographical limitations, he wondered if he could deceive the Human Immortals into coming in since they couldn’t get out?

As for how to deceive the Human Immortals, Feng Qing’an found that he had a handy bait at hand.

The relic of the ruined sect, dilapidated by the passage of thousands of generations, the Cross-sea flying boat found in a broken secret realm, the Chapter Palace, and the seemingly ownerless broken Cave Sky.

Combining these, if he couldn’t tempt a mere few Human Immortals, Feng Qing’an would turn his surname backwards; He didn’t believe that the three old fools exploring an increasingly narrow road could resist such a temptation.

Ancient Immortal Way relics, suspected of having remnants of the Cave Sky

Please, who could resist such a temptation?

Even Immortals have their greeds. They don’t desire gold, silver, jewelry, or worldly nobility, but they do covet eternal life, great treasures, and the divine power that can change heaven and earth.

“Hmm, I can put Sen Miao in there too, to increase the persuasiveness.”

Suddenly there came an idea that made Feng Qing’an more and more excited because he found it had the potential to be realized.

“Wait, if I activate that demon suppressing magic array, it seems like these three Human Immortals wouldn’t have any chance of surviving once they fall into it.”