The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World-Chapter 353 - 227 Seize the Golden Crest

Chapter 353: Chapter 227 Seize the Golden Crest

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Crack~

The sound of some extremely hard substance shattering rang out in the twilight, followed by the clear sound of rapidly spreading cracks.

As these piercing sounds arose, the golden light on Heavenly Dragon Monk Yinghai also dimmed, and a sweet, warm feeling rose in his throat.

Plop~

Blood glowing with golden light spurted out of the mouth of the Heavenly Dragon Monk who was thrown back. Yinghai’s eyes widened in disbelief, even though he couldn’t comprehend, his response wasn’t slow.

A Golden Crest, which vaguely resembled a banner, rose above his head. The vast Buddhist light radiated from it, and in a flash, it enveloped both Donghuang and Feng Qing’an, who wore a look of surprise.

“What just happened?”

In Longyin Academy, at midnight, several students who were still reading by lamplight couldn’t help but look towards the window. That fleeting golden light was too dazzling, to the point where it couldn’t even be covered by the candlelight in the room. However, when they looked out the window, it was still dark under the quiet night sky, with only the faint glow of the star and moon above.

Now, there was no one in front of the Hegemonic Turle statue. The night breeze slowly blew past, as if nothing had happened.

Yet in a Buddhic field engulfed in the Buddhist light, a monk who manifested the Three-headed Six-arm Demon-suppressing Method was entangled with a Heavenly Dragon, with a solemn and sacred appearance.

However, even the restored vigorous golden light could not hide the cracks that had spread all over his body. The majestic and solemn Buddhist figure of demonic suppression, at this moment, appeared much less intimidating.

He looked like a Buddha statue that had been knocked to the ground, shattered into hundreds or thousands of fragments, and then was reassembled, no longer sacred and solemn.

“Master Yinghai, what are you doing?”

Feng Qing’an, who was in the Buddhic field, wasn’t flustered at all. He had since recovered from the sudden incident, but he was just looking at the monk somewhat incomprehensibly.

He really didn’t understand. Why did he jump out to seek death when he arrived in Dong Huang from another world? Wouldn’t it have been better if he had just quietly watched from the sidelines?

And yet, if it weren’t for the treasure he had, that blow just now would have almost killed him.

Even so, looking at the golden body covered in cracks and seemed to explode at any time made Feng Qing’an feel a sense of trepidation, for fear that the monk would shatter into pieces the next moment.

He didn’t run away after taking such a heavy hit, but instead created an independent Buddhic field. Was he just not dying painfully enough, not thoroughly enough?

“Amitabha, I wasn’t mistaken. Benefactor, you indeed mingle with the ghost category!”

The Heavenly Dragon monk, whose painstakingly cultivated golden body was shattered by a single strike, maintained a calm tone. For other monks, they would have reincarnated with that single strike. But he was different.

He had a treasure, which could help him suppress his injuries even when facing death, and even exert his peak fighting power. He had the law of life substitution to bear the cost although there would be backlash afterward.

“Should I praise your good eyesight or scold you for being blind?”

Seeing the monk continue to courting death so persistently, Feng Qing’an sighed. He didn’t even show a hint of anger because there was no need.

“A monk from the Heavenly Dragon of the Buddhist Gate?”

Standing in the Buddhic field lit by golden light, there wasn’t a hint of panic on Donghuang’s face. Beneath her feet, the dark abyss was slowly expanding like a black lotus, corroding this Buddhic field, and she didn’t seem suppressed at all.

“Your golden body is well-cultivated!”

“Living beings and ghosts follow separate paths, separated by Yin and Yang. Please, benefactor, don’t mistake your way. Return to the right path early and stop entangling with Young Master Feng!”

Faced with a peculiar existence capable of bombarding the golden body with a single palm, even Yinghai, who always adheres to the ruthless attitude towards demons and different species, looked sad at this moment.

“Feng Qing’an, this monk is blind. Feel free to scold him!”

Donghuang didn’t bother to respond to such words and simply turned her head slightly to speak to Feng Qing’an.

Although she was an Innate Yin Spirit, with bone-chilling coldness, she was fundamentally different from ghosts, with only some similarities in power attributes. She didn’t have any resentments or angry qi that polluted the natural world at all.

If he couldn’t even see this and insisted on belittling her to the level of a ghost category, she didn’t have much to say and would respond with action.

While speaking to Feng Qing’an, Donghuang wasn’t hesitant to strike out with her palm again. It felt so light, simple, and without finesse. Even when facing a monk of a lower realm, she disdain to draw her sword. There’s no need.

Even in the Underworld Field, facing the horror that black Fortress Master talked freely and even had spare strength, so he had to use his Golden Crest to escape in the end. Faced with a seemingly light and casual palm from Donghuang, the monk had a grave expression and was fully prepared.

This time, the Heavenly Dragon Monk didn’t dare to face the palm with his prided golden body. Instead, he summoned a pearl that was radiating with Buddhist light. But it was instantly knocked away, and the arm holding the pearl was also broken by Donghuang’s slap.

Golden blood poured out from the torn breakage, without any bloody feeling, but instead there was a strange Zen meaning. However, this was only from Feng Qing’an’s indifferent perspective.

For Yinghai, who had been well cared for and praised by his master since entering the Buddhist Gate, this was the first time he had experienced such pain besides the big loss in the Buddha’s Struggle. Even in the Buddha’s Struggle, his senior fellow didn’t treat him so harshly. He tasted the pain of the shattering golden body for the first time.