The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World-Chapter 325 - 213: Great Mighty Celestial Dragon
Chapter 325: Chapter 213: Great Mighty Celestial Dragon
Translator: 549690339
“Kid, what’s up? The look in your eyes seems like you’re not fond of us?”
The voice of the old beggar echoed around him. As Feng Qing’an looked up, he saw a disheveled Taoist enjoying the meat and cartilage on a chicken bone, not wanting to waste even the smallest edible bit.
“It’s not that I don’t like what I see, but rather I’m puzzled. Why are you guys so indifferent to this matter of the demons?”
With the ability to carry a silent conversation through the phoenix sound technique, Feng Qing’an was now able to master this useful little trick, which was as helpful as a magic spell.
“Indifferent?”
The old beggar looked up at Feng Qing’an, then lowered his head again, continuing to gnaw on the chicken bone.
“Not that we don’t care, but we’ve seen it all. Not everyone is like you, kid!”
“Seen it?”
Hearing this response, Feng Qing’an had some realization, but he wasn’t satisfied.
The argument between the Heavenly Dragon Monk and the City God was a case of each side sticking to its own story.
Nevertheless, their arguments were all based on what was best for humanity. However, the Heavenly Dragon Monk’s methods were unquestionably more extreme.
But once you hear about the Heavenly Dragon Monk’s experiences, it’s not surprising that the monk has such thoughts and notions. In West Xi Lan Continent, there are terrible demons capable of devouring hundreds of thousands of people in one go.
The number of kingdoms and Buddha temples destroyed by these demons is countless. Having experienced all this, and even almost getting cooked by a demon himself, it would be abnormal if he didn’t have a desire to exterminate all demons.
The city god’s response is also simple. This place isn’t overrun with demons causing chaos like the West Xi Lan Continent. Here, people flourish, and the divine way is prosperous. No matter how ferocious the demons are, they can only keep their claws to themselves.
Being exposed to these unfamiliar tales of demons, Feng Qing’an listened thoroughly, not missing a single word.
But as he listened, Feng Qing’an noticed that these cultivators who had rushed in to join the crowd seemed to be lost in their own worlds. There were those who wrote poems, those who changed into animal form, and monks who were mumbling scriptures.
No matter their posture, one thing was common among them; they didn’t seem interested in these cruel demon tales. How to deal with these demon foreigners was not their concern.
“You’re so young, you haven’t even lived as long as I have, let alone faced what I have. You may have met man-eating demons on your journey, but I bet you can count them on one hand? The Human World Dynasty is in its heyday, what big demon could you possibly encounter?”
Feng Qing’an was silent, indeed, the most brutal demon he had encountered was River Water Monarch. But all he did was intentionally reduce the rainfall a little. The ensuing disaster was exacerbated by corrupt officials, not the demon himself.
“So, you’ve been scared by the little baldy talking about demons. You’ve seen too little. I, this old fellow, have lived to this age; what haven’t I seen?”
“Senior, you might’ve seen too much and don’t care, but I don’t think they are all like you!”
“They shouldn’t all be the same, if everyone was the same, then what’s the point? Some people are born in the clouds, never touching the dirt of the earth. How could they know the misery of the mortal world? No matter how brutal the demons are, they’re like fleeting illusions, only to be listened to as stories!”
These disjointed words from the old beggar echoed in Feng Qing’an’s ears.
“Not everyone can have a young man’s heart to save the world!”
“Then why did they come in?”
“Obviously to enjoy the show, to have some fun!”
Upon hearing Feng Qing’an’s question, the old beggar’s voice seemed more eager.
“I, this old fellow, was the first to come in because I didn’t want to miss out on the excitement. But who’d have thought this little baldy and the old City God would turn out to be so verbose? They just kept talking without taking action!”
“Honestly, I had a similar notion!”
Feng Qing’an felt a bit embarrassed. A Great Cultivator from Yinghai had busted through to the Underworld to confront the City God in Fengtian City. Won’t they have a fight?
The City God has to maintain the dignity of the Underworld. It would be unreasonable if he does not suppress the little monk. Because of this belief, Feng Qing’an had hastily rushed over after settling the people.
However, once he got here, he realized that the City God was actually debating with the monk, not what he had imagined. Although he was a bit disappointed, he gained insights from listening to the discussion.
He realized that beyond his own continent, in other vast lands, the living conditions of human races are harsh. It’s not like Da Jin, where everything is peaceful and prosperous. In some places, just being able to survive is already a stroke of luck.
“It’s human nature, don’t feel bad. Everyone present is here expecting the little baldy to fight with the old City God. If not, why would we come? Just to hear them say something that makes our ears calloused?”
The old beggar chuckled gleefully. The chicken he had been eating had been reduced to a clean skeleton, even shiny with the oil completely licked off. He tossed the chicken bone onto the Green Jade Table, then reached in his robes and pulled out another crispy roast chicken.
“Kid, want to try some? This is a Three-Yellow Chicken specially raised by the old priest, the skin is crispy, the meat is tender, it is really top-notch in the human world!”
“Such a big bird, is it really crispy and tender, senior?”
The look on Feng Qing’an’s face was subtle. In his eyes, what the old beggar held was not just a roast chicken.
