The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

“But I’ve heard that the Buddhist Gate’s Dragon Pool…”

Feng Qing’an initially wanted to ask if the Dragon Pool under the Buddhist Gate wasn’t destroyed by the Dragon Clan, but then he thought about the source of his information which he got from the memories of an ancient demon from an unknown era.

This information was completely outdated. Given the changes in the world, the Buddhist Gate building a new Dragon Pool was quite normal. Heaven knows what kind of clandestine deals they might have made so that the Dragon Clan could tolerate the existence of the Heavenly Dragon under the Buddhist Gate.

“What’s wrong with the Dragon Pool?”

Many eyes fell on Feng Qing’an, waiting for him to continue speaking. The Dragon Pool was one of the roots of their Buddhist temple’s inheritance, and any loss was absolutely unacceptable.

“Perhaps I heard wrong. May I visit the Dragon Pool at your Buddhist temple?”

Feng Qing’an put forth his request. Since there actually was a Dragon Pool in this world that could transform spirits into Heavenly Dragons, and given that it was within reach, he saw no reason not to check it out.

“Please feel free to go, Benefactor.”

Seeing that the monks and nuns had no intention of guiding him, Feng Qing’an could only shake his head and proceed alone, a hint of helplessness in his expression.

His elder brother returned home to a peak of Ling Mountain. As he walked down from the mountaintop, there were no obstructions or barriers, nor were there any restrictions that he imagined might exist.

Not only were there no barriers or similar restrictions blocking his path, but all the spirits he met on the way, including but not limited to monks, and many spirits of extraordinary origins, all stepped aside and showed respect upon noticing his presence.

Of course, Feng Qing’an knew why. Wasn’t it because of his face, which resembled his elder brother’s by seventy percent? Because of it, he garnered countless awe and respectful glances.

Seeing how the monks, and even the unusual creatures, reacted to him, Feng Qing’an, who was initially a little restrained due to unfamiliar surroundings, gradually relaxed.

After confirming his elder brother’s high status in this holy Buddhist land with a long-standing heritage, Feng Qing’an, who felt he had a solid support, was emboldened. He felt that he had a backer, and his courage grew.

“Can you give me a ride?”

Descending from Ling Mountain, Feng Qing’an who had been walking all the way, stopped a white elephant that had stepped aside at his approach. This spirit beast was crystal clear all over, as shiny as jade, with six pairs of tusks as if they had been forged from Immortal Gold on both sides of its powerful trunk.

This white elephant, majestic at first glance and disrupting light with its vigorous vitality as it walked, slowly knelt in front of Feng Qing’an after he made his request, its big round clear eyes observing him.

“So intelligent!”

Seeing this smart and gentle auspicious beast, Feng Qing’an admired it in his heart. Then, without any hesitation, he climbed onto the wide back of the elephant, collecting one leg and leaving the other hanging casually, looking lazy and relaxed.

“Go, take me to the Dragon Pool.”

With a loud trumpet in response to Feng Qing’an’s request, the elephant under him immediately lifted its trunk and produced a deep and resounding roar. Next, it started its heavy stride, shaking the forest as it charged towards where the Heavenly Dragon was.

As the saying goes, nothing is as simple as it appears. The distance to the place that Feng Qing’an saw from the mountain peak seemed close, but when he descended, even if he proceeded in a straight line, it was still quite a long distance. However, since he now had a mount, in just half a day, Feng Qing’an found the location of the Dragon Pool.

Here, Feng Qing’an saw two towering divine generals, their faces grotesque yet commanding, clad in golden armor, emanating a formidable aura.

Such generals were not uncommon in this Buddhist realm, given their large size, they could be seen from afar. However, these generals were usually stationed at places that were evidently of great importance.

When Feng Qing’an arrived, he had seen them but did not approach. Now, facing the two generals directly made him somewhat uneasy. He remembered what his elder brother had told him when he was allowed to act freely. If no one stopped him, he could enter, but if anyone did, he should retreat.

“May I take a look inside?”

Under the gaze of the two enormous generals, Although Feng Qing’an was aware his elder brother was backing him, he couldn’t help but feel nervous. These two generals were almost as large as his Dragon Father Giant.

Among all the generals he’d seen, the two that guarded the Dragon Pool were the largest. If size was a measure of strength, these two were the most powerful generals. This indicated the importance of the place they were guarding within the Dragon Zen Temple.

“…”

Feng Qing’an was met with silence. The two generals were staring at him, and he could feel their gaze lingering on his face.

“If you don’t respond, I’ll take that as consent.”

Feng Qing’an was not one to be easily intimidated, along his journey, his courage has grown immensely.

“Mr. Bai, let’s go. Take me inside to see what the Dragon Pool looks like.”

At Feng Qing’an’s prompt, the white elephant beneath him let out a nervous but expectant cry. Under Feng Qing’an’s command, they then rushed into the mountain grove, climbing towards the sacred mountain guarded by the two colossal generals.

During this process, the two generals simply watched in silence, offering no resistance. Similarly, Feng Qing’an didn’t encounter any restrictive formations.

By this point, Feng Qing’an had reached two potential conclusions: either the temple was overconfident of his ability and didn’t place any restrictions anywhere, allowing anyone to roam freely as long as no one stopped them, or his elder brother had granted him special access, preventing any triggers for him. Compared to the former, Feng Qing’an considered the latter more probable.

With no one to stop him, Feng Qing’an rode the white elephant up the sacred mountain, and there he saw the Dragon Pool that, according to legend, provoked the Dragon Clan to declare war on the Buddhist Gate.

It was like a mirror-like pool nestled among the peaks, reflecting all the mountains, flora, the sun, moon, and stars, its beauty breathtaking. It was as if gazing upon an extraordinary painting that left one in awe and wonder, prompting him to exclaim,

“Is this all?”

Feng Qing’an didn’t expect the legendary Dragon Pool to be so ordinary. In the mundane world, a sight like this would be a rare wonder to behold, enough for any talented poet to compose verses that would become part of the enduring poetic tradition.

But here in the sacred land of the Buddhist Gate, it seemed too commonplace, barely noticeable. If it weren’t for the two giant generals watching over it, he would hardly believe this was the Dragon Pool.

However, Feng Qing’an also understood that treasures often hide in plain sight. The seemingly ordinary scene in this mystical and awe-inspiring place was surely extraordinary.

“Since this is the Dragon Pool, let’s see if we can conjure a dragon.”

Feng Qing’an rode his white elephant to the edge of the pool. After pondering for a moment, he reached into his bosom, and casually, tossed out a silver-scaled fish from his hand which traced an elegant arc in the air before plunging into the mirror-like pool.

As the silver fish entered the water, ripples spread across the surface of the pool. As the fish sank deeper, the ripples gradually subsided until the surface was serene again, but the next moment, the reflected calm shattered abruptly.