The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World chapter-463-281-like-god-like-demon

Chapter 463: Chapter 281: Like God, Like Demon

“No!”

Having witnessed his Daoist protector being beheaded by Feng Qing’an, the Sect Deputy Master, who had transformed from a ghoul to a young man with a gloomy expression, let out a scream full of agony and despair.

For this Daoist who has been lurking by his side, nearly invisible most of the time, he harbors special emotions. In his eyes, this Daoist is far more important than his own father, the Sect Master.

“You shall die!”

The young man, suspended mid-air, lets out a death-filled roar, sparking a hidden treasure within. A chilling aura filled with death shoots out from his head, transforming into a grand, towering palace emitting an icy and deadly breath, the imposing aura is overwhelming.

“Hmm?”

Feng Qing’an, who initially planned to impale this guy with a sword, suddenly raised his brow, revealing a faint smile,

“Interesting!”

Feng Qing’an looked up and down at the palace, noting the hundreds of variously-sized black stone sculptures lining the entrance, featuring humanoid demons, beasts, and birds of prey. Each one was lifelike, fearsome, and terrifying.

“Die!”

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Accompanied by a hysterical roar from the young man hovering in the air, the eyes of the stone sculptures in front of the palace suddenly light up in a bloody glow, giving off an overwhelming wave of malevolent intent. Still, Feng Qing’an stood unshaken.

However, the land beneath his feet suddenly sank, pushing him nearly half a meter high. The flowing river surged and rushed towards him.

“Is that all?”

Feng Qing’an sneered while the young man, who had revealed his hidden card, showed an even more twisted expression. His face, once youthful, was now aging rapidly and his black hair was turning white.

His life force was rapidly draining, or rather, he was sacrificing his own life. As the price, the hundreds of black stone statues, which had already opened their eyes, started to twist and turn, gaining a flesh-like texture. They let out shrill roars and leaped off the porch.

“Not bad, but it’s a shame to waste a good pearl on these swine.”

Looking at the black stone beasts rushing towards him, Feng Qing’an leisurely commented. Vast Buddhist light was emanating from within him, and a Seven-Treasure Gold Crest emerged above his head.

Om! Mani! Padme! Hum!

A vast, deafening Buddhist chant sounded out. The various demons and ghosts rushing toward him were instantly crushed by the Buddhist light before they could even get close, immobilized as if they were flies. Many of the demons lost their flesh-like texture, turning back into statues, void of life. Some even showed cracks.

“Gentler.”

Seeing the stone statues that had started to crack, Feng Qing’an uttered a reprimand.

Each statue was, in fact, a unique magical device which, once activated by magic power or other types of power such as life force, could come to life.

The revived stone statues in front of him were not in their best state since the young Sect Deputy Master lacked the power to awaken this many stone statues. He could only force them to resurrect by depleting his own life. As for their combat power, their performance was clear—they were already pinned on the ground, unable to move.

Although they seemed scary, they were ineffective in reality. That, however, was probably due to the immense power of the Seven-Treasure Gold Crest, a sacred Buddhist relic equivalent to a celestial artifact in Taoism.

However, the palace was not bad in Feng Qing’an’s eyes. It was a large structure composed of multiple magical devices. The awakened demon statues were merely a small part of it and seemed to be the most insignificant part at that. It’s unknown what other arrangements were inside, but judging from the outside, the inside wouldn’t be any worse.

It was unclear where this guy got it. But that was not important anymore. From today onwards, this palace belonged to him.

Buzz!

The Seven-Treasure Gold Crest vibrated slightly. The once bright and dazzling Buddhist sacred artifact instantly dimmed down, and the cracks spreading on the stone statues stopped).

“Do you have any other resources?”

Feng Qing’an looked at the stupefied young man whose hair had whitened and face was full of wrinkles.

Although it was unclear what method he was using to slowly restore his life force, it was clear he wouldn’t be able to recover quickly. Merely activating the demonic beasts and animals in front of the palace gates nearly drained him completely.

“If not, I’ll gladly take this walking palace.”

Although the palace looked gloomy and was clearly not meant for humans, Feng Qing’an thought it would make a good gift for Dong Huang. He believed she would love it.

“You’re just relying on spiritual weapons. If I had a background like yours, I wouldn’t be any worse. Why do you get to be with South and North?”

Seeing the move he had been hiding for a long time and which cost him a painful sacrifice being suppressed by a Buddhist relic, the young Sect Deputy Master couldn’t help himself. His Daoist heart exploded in anger.