The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World - C.356 - 228: Long Stay in the Underworld_2

Chapter 356: Chapter 228: Long Stay in the Underworld_2

Translator: 549690339

Feeling that the origin of his body had been further filled and perfected, Donghuang, whose face was usually indifferent, revealed a trace of charm, leaving Feng Qing’an stunned for a moment.

“If I can’t even notice this, how dull must I be?”

Feng Qing’an laughed helplessly.

The current Donghuang seemed to be no different from the past, only possessing greater cultivation, but after coming into contact with her, Feng Qing’an was certain that the Queen of You Huang Ghost Country had undergone a fundamental transformation compared to before.

The previous Donghuang had been a genuine Innate Yin Spirit, her body may not have been bone-chilling cold, but there were also no signs of life in her that a living creature should have. If it were not for the covenant with the blazing sun tree, Feng Qing’an would not have been able to have any intimate interactions with her at all.

This was why Donghuang had searched for the Scorching Sun Flower for him in the first place. The separation of Yin and Yang was not mere words. Without special divine power or physical constitution, rash contact with ghost creatures of the netherworld would indeed damage one’s lifespan and vitality.

But now, although she was still classified as an Innate Yin Spirit according to judgment, Feng Qing’an could confirm after contacting her that she was breaking free from the shackles of Innate Yin.

Donghuang’s body no longer possesses a sense of cold, but rather a sense of warmth, although not comparable to living beings, the transformation from Yin to Yang has appeared.

If Donghuang continues on this path, she might transform from an Innate Yin Spirit to an Innate Yang Spirit. The transformation from extreme Yin to extreme Yang, once completed, Donghuang might be able to reach a level she had never even imagined in her previous life, comparable to a Heavenly Immortal.

Having read a considerable amount of Taoist scriptures, Feng Qing’an was no longer the ignorant young man he once was about cultivation.

He also knew what Chun Yang means in Taoism, as an Innate Yin Spirit, if one can reach the Chun Yang realm, then everything will change.

However, this road is destined to be difficult, and the horrifying netherworld heavenly disaster is proof.

“You’re right.”

Donghuang slightly nodded in agreement with Feng Qing’an’s words, then she bent down and approached Feng Qing’an’s earlobe with a warm breath,

“However, after I passed the heavenly disaster, the changes were not just these, do you want to understand them in detail?”

“I wish it so!”

The young man naturally did not hesitate at all. He reached out his hands, ready to hold the queen around her waist, but before he could hug her, he felt the world spin and he was already lying on Donghuang’s chest.

“What are you doing?”

“Just as you wish!

“Put me down!”

Goo-goo~

Goo-goo~

When the morning sun fell into the room through the window, the youth woke up to the call of three brilliantly red firebirds. But when he saw the little golden crest, resembling a banner, but also a canopy, thrown onto his chest, revealing a face with a lingering intent and slightly annoyed,

“What are you doing?”

Feng Qing’an picked up the golden crest whose precious aura had already been completely retracted and looked at the queen of the You Huang Ghost Country who was stretching her body with the sunrise. This queen threw this treasure to him right after she got up from his bed early in the morning, what did she take him for?

Although he knew the other party did not mean it, the familiar subtlety made him quite troubled.

“I’m giving it to you! The traces on this golden crest, I wiped clean last night, even you can refine and use it, this is a treasure that is hard to come by!”

Seeing Feng Qing’an’s slight distaste, Donghuang began to explain.

If she didn’t think this treasure was good, why would she have gone to great lengths to seize it?

“This Golden Crest belongs to the Heavenly Dragon Monk. Are you not afraid of causing trouble by giving it to me to use?”

After learning the effects of this precious Buddhist relic, Feng Qing’an was somewhat tempted, but he also remembered clearly that this was not a roadside weed that anyone could use.

The object was forcibly seized by Donghuang, and if he used it recklessly, there would undoubtedly be trouble. This treasure has gained a reputation in Da Jin.

“If trouble arises, call me! This Golden Crest is much stronger than the Dragon Armor I gave you!”

Donghuang said in a calm tone.

Although the glory she had in her previous life had already faded and disappeared, she was not someone who could be bullied in her current life. A mere Buddhist temple, she could still handle it.

Hum~

Hearing Dong Huang’s words, a small golden dragon head peeked in from the window, making a plaintive call. Feng Qing’an looked up and waved at it.

“Ming Long, come!”

When he got into bed with Dong Huang last night, he didn’t forget to throw out all the bothersome things on his body. Naturally, it also included Ming Long who was entwined around him.

Hum~

Responding to Feng Qing’an’s call, the pitiful little golden dragon outside the courtyard, who had been on guard for most of the night, immediately spat out a few strands of cloud and rushed towards Feng Qing’an. However, before it could even reach Feng Qing’an, it was caught by a long and powerful hand.

“I didn’t expect that the dragon armor I sent you casually at the beginning has grown into such a form!”

After playing with the Golden Scaled Little Flood Dragon in her hand for a moment, Dong Huang let go, her words full of admiration.

Indeed she did not expect that the armor specially made for Feng Qing’an had now transformed into a form no different from living creatures. Compared to a real dragon species, it only lacked the flesh and the vigorous blood. But that doesn’t mean much.

“It’s just a fortunate coincidence, this little fellow worked hard on its own.”

Feng Qing’an was particularly pleased with Ming Long. After all, who could refuse a piece of armor capable of practicing autonomously and honing its own skills?

“Really?”

Hearing Feng Qing’an’s words, Dong Huang stretched out her hand, scooped up Ming Long who had just leaped into his arms, and looked at it carefully for a moment with a thoughtful look on her face.

She had heard a few things about the peculiarity of this dragon armor from Feng Qing’an. But the fact that an armor, which was originally an object, had been given spiritual character by Feng Qing’an and turned into an object indistinguishable from living things was not surprising, but its diligent learning was somewhat puzzling.

“I might know why this little fellow is so unusual.”

“Hmm? What’s the reason?”

“It has the heritage of the Dragon Clan, but its heritage is mostly incomplete and useless. Perhaps because of this reason, it instinctively craves knowledge and wants to make up for its heritage.”

“Is that so?”

Hearing Dong Huang’s explanation, Feng Qing’an nodded unconsciously. It made sense why Ming Long was so incomplete. At the moment of its birth, the little creature knew that it was not complete.

“That’s easy to solve. What I have the most right now are the Taoist scriptures and Buddhist sutras.”

“Well, you can show it to it. But it would be better to let it read the Taoist scriptures first, then the Buddhist scriptures.”

“I understand.”

Feng Qing’an knew that most of the scriptures in the Buddhist Gate were traps. Normal cultivators, if unprepared, would unwittingly join the Buddhist Gate as they study.

“You get some for me to see first.”

“Okay.”

Feng Qing’an agreed readily and immediately brought out a pile of scrolls that he always carries with him.

“What do you think about finding a master now?”

Dong Huang took a scroll and asked casually.

“What could I think? Those real cultivators who want to take me as a disciple are not as good as you. After you finish reading these Dao Sutras, I will learn from you, right? And I don’t need to follow any strict rules. It’s so much freer.”

Feng Qing’an had a good plan. With a guide, there was no need to enter the temple. The world is so big, where can’t he go?

“I can’t stay long in the human world to teach you cultivation.”

Dong Huang shook her head, no matter how special her situation was, being able to go back and forth to the human world was already pretty good. But she couldn’t stay in the human world for too long.

“You can’t stay in the human world for long, but I can dwell in the underworld for a long time!”

Feng Qing’an blurted out without even thinking.