The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

Chapter 616: Chapter 356 – Someone Can’t Sleep Tonight_2

“What’s it to you?”

“Fine, it has nothing to do with me!”

As he spoke, Feng Qing’an plucked the Purple Gold Shoot that the young monk had nibbled at from his hands and tossed it into his arms. As he casually plucked some more fragrant and delectable Purple Gold Shoots from the bamboo grove with the unique properties of his body, he turned to leave.

“Off I go, see you later.”

“You’ve already eaten, why are you pulling out so many more Purple Gold Shoots!”

Upon seeing Feng Qing’an not only eating but also packing a few more to take away, the little monk’s eyes reddened in fury. Seemingly forgetting that he wasn’t supposed to harm Feng Qing’an, he rushed forward again.

“Well, that was raw. Shoots can also be stewed, stir-fried, or boiled. Only after trying them in every way can I say I have truly eaten them.”

Feng Qing’an retorted indignantly.

“But this only grows every ten years…”

Seeing Feng Qing’an’s unreasonable and domineering behavior, the little monk was so angry that he burst into tears.

“You have already said that it only sprouts once every ten years. But look at this vast Purple Bamboo Forest. What’s the harm if I pluck a few? Didn’t you see that your Master didn’t come over? You’re just a young novice monk trying to stop me. What good will it do?”

Feng Qing’an brazenly antagonized the little monk. But seeing the tears on the little monk’s face, he softened. He reached out and threw something.

“Alright, stop crying. I will give you a few Jade Purifying Lotus Seeds. They are also quite tasty, refreshing, and delicious – a rare delicacy in the mortal realm.”

A few lotus seeds carved like white jade fell into the arms of the little monk. Outside the Purple Bamboo Forest, a novice monk watched, his eyes wide and bloodshot. Had his fellow novices not held him back, he would have rushed up already.

“Thief, that’s the Jade Purifying Lotus I am guarding!”

“You…”

Seeing the Jade Purifying Lotus Seeds in his arms and the Demon Subduing Pestle in his hand, the little monk finally noticed the other monks outside the Purple Bamboo Forest, looking as crazed as he was.

“Demon!”

Feng Qing’an ignored the little monk and turned towards another hill. He noted that within the Heavenly Dragon Zen Temple, Spiritual Qi was abundant, the land was divinely beautiful marked by Zhilan and jade trees at every turn.

Although there were quite a few spirit beasts like phoenix birds and white deer, they couldn’t be hunted and consumed in a temple, so he had to rely on fruits and vegetables.

The only downside was the grudge some young monks held against him as he ate their nurtured plants. There were older monks too, but they maintained their composure, not nagging him constantly, after all, they couldn’t do anything to him.

“Not bad, there’s even an apricot orchard.”

On emerging from the purple-tinged bamboo forest, Feng Qing’an spotted a fruit orchard. His eyes lit up, and he headed straight to the orchard, disregarding the young monk guarding the entrance.

“Stop!”

The young monk outside the apricot orchard spread out his arms to block Feng Qing’an’s path. Feng Qing’an looked at him once, chuckled, and stepped right in, completely ignoring him.

Though some tried to stop him, these young monks hardly constituted a real obstacle. It essentially depended on the response of the temple guardians and the elderly monks in charge.

As long as they didn’t obstruct him, Feng Qing’an could help himself freely. Naturally, the young monks guarding the spirit plants viewed him as a heinous thief of the worst kind.

In reviewing his status, what was he actually doing wrong? He was just taking a taste, he wasn’t eating everything in sight or uprooting anything. All were regenerative spiritual plants, so what was wrong with him having a taste?

Dragon Tooth Pine Nuts!

Golden Bodhi Seeds!

Feng Qing’an’s body seemed like a bottomless pit that no amount of Spiritual Qi could satisfy. This left the band of monks trailing him increasingly unsettled and even frightened.

“How many spiritual entities has this demon eaten?”

“I don’t know, a lot, it seems.”

A little monk took stock of their assembled companions and found the number approaching thirty.

“Will he burst from overeating?”

One of the monks couldn’t help but express worry. Overindulgence is harmful in all things. If ordinary people overeat, they burst; cultivators overeating on spiritual entities could also die from over-absorption of spiritual essence.

“Let him die from overeating, why does he have to be so greedy!”

“But he’s not in a daze!”

Although the boy with the awful face and the demeanor of a robber was consuming spiritual produce that had been maturing for decades, they were at the Dragon Zen Temple, with its potent spiritual Qi, which was virtually unparalleled even in blessed lands like Cave Sky.

Even ten-year spiritual produce, if brought to the outside world, would match up with century-old ones. Chewing one or two pieces was acceptable, but this fiend devoured more than a hundred, even including plants that only sprouted every millennium, all treated like snacks and fruit preserves.

“Really though.”

“Did he transform from some kind of mythical beast?”

“Could be.”

Upon hearing the whispers behind him, Feng Qing’an glanced back and continued to pop freshly peeled Dragon Tooth Pine Nuts one at a time into his mouth. The immense spiritual Qi exploded within his body but before it could run rampant, it was devoured and absorbed completely by a certain acupoint.

[Great Zhou’s Star Acupoints Entry Technique]

All the spiritual Qi swallowed by him was absorbed by the Star Acupoints he had opened up.

Exploding due to excessive spiritual Qi?

For him, such a thing was impossible, because the secret technique he practiced to refine his blood and Qi required a massive amount of spiritual produce to be ingested—a path that was discriminatory against Independent Practitioners, as it required not just ample talent but also a significant background.

In cultivation, one needed faith, wealth, companions, and land—all indispensable for any achievement.

The little monks who Feng Qing’an did not pay attention to continued to follow him, their numbers slowly increasing. In the end, there were almost fifty, their surprise and fear towards Feng Qing’an had turned into anger.

Why was it that Feng Qing’an was not killed by the amount of spiritual plants he guzzled? The reasons did not matter anymore. What mattered was, how much longer was he going to keep eating?

The answer was quite simple: seven days. Because Fayuan had only given him seven days. Thus, on the seventh day, Feng Qing’an turned around nonchalantly under the furious gazes of the group of little monks.

“Ahem, everyone.”

The youth, looking down at the group of little monks, attracting all their attention, said without guilt and in a frank manner.

“I have something I want to announce to all of you!”

“Demon, what do you want to do?”

Even though Feng Qing’an’s face resembled that of a Buddhist disciple, the little monks had witnessed his lawless and tyrannical behavior, hence his face did not evoke much intimidation.

“You all have been following me these days, I know how displeased you are with me, so now, I am going to give you all an explanation!”

“What kind of explanation can you give us?”

“Yeah, can you vomit out the pine nuts you’ve eaten?”

“Of course I can’t vomit out what I’ve eaten, but I assure you, my explanation will satisfy all of you.”

Having said that, Feng Qing’an sat cross-legged on the spot. In a short while, strands of black mist began to emanate from his body. Above his head, the scene of the netherworld manifested. As the obscurity became more pronounced, the youth’s aura plummeted precipitously.

The spectacle stunned all the little monks. Even though this supernatural phenomenon was clearly the work of an evil demon, what truly astounded them was the action the youth was taking at this moment.

Dissolving his cultivation!

Abandoning all his achievements, the little monks who understood the hardship of cultivation were clear about what that implied.

Unbelievable!

“Everyone, are you satisfied with my explanation?”

While under the gaze of the little monks riddled with guilt and uneasiness, the shaky Feng Qing’an with fluctuating aura managed to stand up. The youth who had released all his cultivation was extremely weak at this moment—as if he could be blown over by a gust of wind.

“You consumed so many spiritual fruits, was it to dissolve your wicked cultivation?”

Feng Qing’an was taken aback for a moment, then immediately answered,

“Indeed!”