The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World-Chapter 303 - 202: Having Quite a Blast_2
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Chapter 303: Chapter 202: Having Quite a Blast_2
Translator: 549690339
Because there was not a sign of life in this tattered village, it was all the more strange that it was filled with lights and decorations everywhere. Large red ‘Happiness’ symbols and red flowers could be seen all over, but this cheerful arrangement alongside the eerily quiet atmosphere, and the dense, vibrant jungle outside the village seemed utterly bizarre.
It was as if this village had been suddenly relocated here where it didn’t belong. Adding to the incongruity was the village’s unusual, eerie vibe, giving off a sense of impending doom.
“You’re pretty brave!”
Looking down at the village shrouded in a ghostly aura, Feng Qing’an glanced at Yun Lin, who was full of excitement, and couldn’t help but admire his courage. He himself could not be so daring!
“Of course, not everyone is like me. Mr. Feng, I’ll go first. You and Xiao Wu can watch from above. But when I get into the action, maybe you should let Xiao Wu take you elsewhere?”
“You’re going alone? Aren’t you afraid of getting into trouble?”
Feng Qing’an raised an eyebrow. It seemed this guy had a real nerve. Despite being a hedonist, he was born into a large noble family, so his physical strength was on par with a Congenital Stage martial artist.
“This is the Ten Thousand Demon Nation after all, no harm can come to a member of the Human Race here!”
Yun Lin expressed full confidence.
“Well, you go ahead then.”
On the basis of the strength he had demonstrated, charging into the haunted village by himself was like throwing himself into the tiger’s den. He was surely walking into a trap. But considering his background, and the fact that he had come here to have fun, Feng Qing’an decided not to judge. Who knew what tricks this guy had up his sleeve.
“Then I’ll go first. I’ll show you, Mr. Feng, how to have fun in the Ten Thousand Demon Nation!”
As he spoke, Yun Lin patted the giant eagle beneath him. This rare, experienced bird understood human commands, so with a simple gesture, the Black Feathered Hawk dived down like an arrow, crashing into the ground with a thunderous noise.
The skillful Yun Lin dismounted and landed on his feet. The Black Feathered Hawk, not lingering around, took flight again, heading back where it came from, clearly, it had no interest in concern for him.
Yun Lin, left alone on the ground, glanced up at the speck in the sky without a care. He uttered a laugh, then under the somewhat bewildered gaze from above, he took out several sets of distinctively styled clothes.
There was a grey scholar’s robe, a dark-colored Taoist robe, and a worn-out monk robe that reeked of oily meat. Apart from these easily identifiable garments.
There was also a book box typically used by poor scholars, a peach wood sword glowing with a spiritual light and a golden bell, and even a tin staff and a wooden fish were prepared.
“…”
It was clear what kind of preparations the guy below was making, but instead of guessing, Feng Qing’an looked at Xiao Yi next to him. It was quicker to ask directly.
“He’s choosing his role, as you can see, a helpless scholar, a demon-slaying Taoist, or a dissolute monk. Yun Lin has to choose one of them, behave according to the chosen role, and engage with the ghost bride imprisoned there…”
Xiao Yi explained in detail. Feng Qing’an immediately understood. This was role-playing. Regardless of whether Da Jin was a feudal imperial dynasty, among the permissible range, aristocrats could be as extravagant as they desired.
“You guys sure know how to have fun!”
While they were conversing, Yun Lin had already made his choice. He first put aside the scholar’s robe and the monk’s robe that smelled of alcohol and meat. Then he took off his clothes and quickly put on the Daoist robe.
The originally handsome and suave young master now held a brass bell in one hand and a peach wood sword in the other. When he restrained himself a bit, he did look the part, resembling a young Taoist priest who had come down the mountain to slay demons.
However, when he looked at the ruined village and laughed, his true nature was plainly revealed.
“My dear lady, here I am. Make sure to hide well. Otherwise, if I catch you, hehe…”
“This time Yun Lin has chosen the identity of a ghost-catching Taoist!”
Xiao Yi breathed a sigh of relief, her expression easing somewhat. Noticing Feng Qing’an’s gaze, she anticipated his questions and declared,
“The identity he chose is relatively straightforward. He is currently a highly skilled demon-hunting priest who collects ghost creatures. Now the stage is set for his creativity.
We don’t need to prepare anything in advance. If he chose to play a weak scholar, we would have to redo the settings and have him ‘forced’ to interact with the demon bride. However, the demon bride was only recently captured and not fully tamed or trained. He can have his merry way with her—the more she resists, the more fun he will get out of it!”
“…Alright, you don’t have to continue, I got it!”
Feng Qing’an suddenly understood. Even pleasures have their hierarchy.
In Fengtian City’s Fengyue Street, Ten Thousand Demons Tower is undeniably the most high-end locale. The establishment serves demons, but even within the Tower, there are clear distinctions of class.
The lowest class, wouldn’t even get past the front gate. They can only gamble outside of the main entrance, with barely transformed demon women for company.
The middle class can enter the Demon Nation, but only loiter around the entrance, unable to access the true services of the Demon Nation.
The highest class is the likes of Yun Lin—individuals with power and prestige. They can enjoy top-tier delights in the Demon Nation, freely choose scenarios, and act out stories that could only occur in mythical tales—playing with powerful demons. The latter part, perversely, is of minimal importance.
Of course, there are cases within the Demon Nation that even he cannot meddle with, such as notorious prisoners within the Ten Thousand Demon prison, who he can only covet but not touch.
“I trust Young Master Feng has gained a fair understanding of our Demon Nation. If you have any desires, we’ll try our best to satisfy you!”
Seeing that Feng Qing’an was a man of understanding who quickly grasped the true nature of the Demon Nation, Xiao Yi felt relieved. A newcomer to the Demon Nation usually takes time to adapt.
Stories heard only in folktales can be lived out here, with oneself as the protagonist. For a newbie, the impact of this reality can be quite overwhelming. f𝐫e𝚎𝘄eb𝚗o𝐯𝐞𝐥.𝐜𝚘m
“I have no particular desires.”
Feng Qing’an shook his head. Though this unique form of amusement was novel, it held no real allure for him; he felt no enthusiasm,
“What do first-time visitors to the Demon Nation usually choose?”
“Spiritual Fox Returns a Favor!”
Xiao Yi gave a response that was within Feng Qing’an’s expectations. Among the demons most frequently in contact with the human race, none topped the fox. There’s no village without its fox!
“Next is the Raccoon’s Debt Repayment, Matrimony in the Dragon Palace…”
Feng Qing’an nodded. These were classic stories passed down among commoners for centuries. Given the chance, they would certainly want to live such tales.
Although a fox and raccoon were not surprising—these demons, even without transforming, were quite adorable—but ‘Matrimony in the Dragon Palace’?
“Does your Demon Nation have dragon species?”
“Yes, but the dragon blood in those few is very thin. Comparing them with the dragons you’ve seen before, there is no comparison. Please do not have high expectations!”
Xiao Yi bowed slightly in apology.
Though there is a ‘matrimony in the Dragon Palace’ scenario, those few demons who preside over it are but distant kin of dragon kind. In reality, it’s a way of tricking people. If there were a genuine dragon, the Xiao family would not allow it to be sullied by grunt work.
This is taboo in the Dragon Clan. Regardless of their domesticated or wild origins, forcing a demon with dragon blood into such menial work would incur the Dragon Clan’s wrath. Regardless of whether they were an ancient house with centuries of heritage or a sacred site with millennia of legacy, both would be unable to withstand the fury of the Dragon Clan.
