The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

“Nan Ge, wait a moment, try to calm down, you mustn’t act in haste!”

Even though Feng Qing’an’s current condition was still quite good and he had the strength for another bout, he thought this being the girl’s first time, the timing and place should have some significance. It shouldn’t be so rushed, especially not on the bed where he had once fooled around with her sister.

“I’m very calm! I must have you today!”

There was an unprecedented determination in the girl’s tone.

“Why don’t we move somewhere else, this place isn’t very appropriate.”

Retreating half a step, Feng Qing’an attempted a compromise, but the girl was firm in her beliefs.

“No, right here, I want to do it with you on my sister’s bed.”

“…”

This left Feng Qing’an speechless. Though he didn’t care either way, if Nan Ge was so insistently set on this, there was nothing more for him to say.

In the middle of the night, the jade pillow rang out, a nightingale perched on a branch of the peach tree.

The dew wets her rouge-covered body, a drawing of spring beauty that cannot be captured.

“Damn Feng Qing’an, what do you think he’s up to right now?”

At the gate of a black palace built from mystic iron, five geniuses sat, stood, and lay in various postures. They seemed unaffected by the killing aura emitted by the palace, intended for punishing wicked ghosts, chatting casually.

“What else can he be doing? If he isn’t torn apart yet, then he’s most probably engaged in some hanky-panky, reaping the rewards.”

Just as Xin Fu finished his question, Jin Wuying, showing no sign of injury, answered. Being amongst friends, he had no filter for his thoughts.

“Ah, the envy! If it were me, I definitely would… ”

Two frosty glares shot at him from either side, causing him to quickly adjust his tone,

“I would preserve my vital energy and never surrender to the dance of Yin spirits and ghostly charms!”

With a serious expression and fervor, Jin Wuying stuck to the convictions of someone from a major sect. But the envy and jealousy in his eyes couldn’t be hidden from others.

“Jin, do you genuinely believe that you could resist temptations from heavenly immortals like the queen or her sister?”

“Are you underestimating me?”

Jin Wuying frowned.

“Simply judging others by my own standards.”

Xin Fu responded nonchalantly.

“Really?”

Tao Baibai, who was enjoying the show till now, was taken aback. He wasn’t particularly interested in these discussions.

After all, his current physical condition did not provide him the luxury to indulge in such fancy. Still, he found the sisters divinely beautiful and angelic.

“I suspect that if I encountered such attractive sisters, I might surrender to their charms, even if they’re seductive spirits intent on draining my life force.”

Xin Fu stated candidly. Placing himself in Feng Qing’an’s shoes, he believed that his steady Daoist heart would fail to bear this.

“A top-grade practitioner in the Floating Life Realm and that’s your standard?”

Jin Wuying snorted derisively, not holding back his laughter.

“I am unashamed of admitting my deficiencies. Yet, some people, unable to utter a single truth, lie to others and themselves relentlessly. Isn’t that laughable?”

Xin Fu voiced without embarrassment. Be it mortals or immortals, they all had desires. He saw nothing wrong with his thoughts, as he was merely a practitioner seeking the Way, yet to cross the threshold of Immortality.

“Xin…”

Even without naming names, it was clear who Xin Fu was ridiculing. Unable to bear the blatant jesting, Jin Wuying lost his tolerance.

“You two have had enough. Acting like this at the dwelling of a Ghost Immortal, what kind of decorum is this? Are you planning to throw away all the face and dignity of our sect completely?

The sisters you’re arguing about have already found their significant others. What has this got to do with you? You’re creating a ruckus over a non-existent problem, how laughable!”

Su Qingying, a real disciple of the Ice Emperor Palace who was forced to watch these two disgraceful fellows cause a scene in the view of many Ghost Creatures with nowhere to escape, couldn’t help questioning.

“Even if those sisters were single, they wouldn’t choose either of you.”

Hua Qing’an also decided to take this chance to get involved.

“On what basis do you make that claim? What’s your evidence?”

Xin Fu was unable to accept this. Being the pride of a major sect, naturally, he was very arrogant. How could he possibly lose to an Independent Practitioner who appears to have no notable background? They had confirmed one thing though: Feng Qing’an indeed did not belong to any sect or school.

“Can you consume the Blazing Sunflower?”

“…”

“Feng Qing’an can.”

After several questions, Xin Fu and Jin Wuying were both left speechless. They were forced to admit, regardless if they were willing or not, that Feng Qing’an’s talent surpassed everyone present, even including Hua Zhenchuan, who was constantly pondering about taking him under his wing.

“Enough, is now the time to argue about these matters? Don’t forget our current predicament!”

Tao Baibai tried to lighten the mood and distract everyone. Acting like a naive child, he was quite adept at these sorts of situations. After all, as long as the two arguing parties had the smallest amount of reason left, they wouldn’t vent their anger on an innocent bystander like him.

“What kind of constitution does he have anyway?”

That was the question Xin Fu wanted to know the most currently. But even after considering hundreds of unique constitutions, none matched the characteristics displayed by Feng Qing’an, which left him utterly confused.

“What use is it for you to know his constitution? He isn’t your mortal enemy but our fellow daoist.”

Hua Qingyu bluntly rolled her eyes at him and said,

“Whether we can leave or not entirely depends on him. If we can’t, we must force our way out. Whoever survives must dedicate their life to reviving the others.”

“You really think he is the King’s consort?”

“If he isn’t a King’s Consort, then what is he? A pretty boy who has both sisters under his spell?”

“Whatever all of you say, I’ll remember it all. When Feng Qing’an comes, I’ll tell him everything so he can report you to the king!”

Seeing these people criticizing Feng Qing’an out of ugly jealousy, Hua Qingyu crumpled her nose in dissatisfaction.

The group of them standing here, even having the leisure to jest and distract from the problem at hand, were all placing their hopes on Feng Qing’an.

“Please, don’t, Zhenchuan. I am extremely respectful of Brother Feng. Those were just jokes!”

Hearing Hua Qingyu’s words, Xu Wutian’s disciple knelt down in less than a breath’s time. As the only cultivator who had actually interacted with the ruler of the Underworld, he was all too familiar with how terrifying that person was and had no wish to experience it a second time.

Boom~

While these true disciples of the Human Race were busy joking around, a blood-stained figure was thrown down from mid-air. Thick, mercury-like blood flowed across the shiny black mortar.

Every single drop of blood contained an enormous amount of vigor. What a pity that such a person was now lying on the ground like a dead dog, utterly motionless.

“This is…”

Compared to the weak vitality of the Ghost Creatures that were as faint as candlelight in the wind, this faint breath of life was way stronger. A few disciples who recognized this person couldn’t help but fall silent.

“A true disciple from Dragon Tiger Sect!”

Boom!

Just as they recognized their identity, another figure with an unnatural posture fell. Before half a heartbeat could pass, next came another one. One after another, blood spraying everywhere,

The figures were all familiar, they were clearly the True Disciples who had left them earlier to infiltrate the Ghost Immortal Dwelling.

“We’re screwed!”

“We can only rely on Fellow Daoist Feng now.”