The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

Chapter 209 - 209: 157: My Father is the Cangjiang River Water Monarch, Do You Recognize Him?_2

Chapter 209 - 209: 157: My Father is the Cangjiang River Water Monarch, Do You Recognize Him?_2

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In the next few days, the bustling atmosphere of the Su Mansion gradually subsided. Aware that the Mountain God had arrived, all the powerful demons residing in the mansion were very well-behaved, adhering strictly to the rules.

As for Feng Qing’an, he had quite a relaxed time during these days. Thanks to the presence of the Mountain God, there were no troublesome demons running over to visit him.

Speaking of the Mountain God, after spending a few days together, Feng Qing’an couldn’t help but suspect that she was some sort of spirit of narcolepsy. After confirming her existence, she would just sprawl in the room and sleep all day.

Her sleeping posture, like her passionate temperament, was quite uninhibited, which gave Feng Qing’an quite a visual feast. However, nothing had happened between them. Even though the Mountain God was asleep, it didn’t mean one could take advantage of her.

If she wanted to, she could wake up at any time. Sometimes, Feng Qing’an, out of curiosity, would unabashedly wake Nü Luo to chat with her. Thus, he roughly understood how this sleepyhead became the Mountain God.

Unlike the Mountain God of the Green Python Mountain, who was recognized by heaven and earth after a thousand years of cultivation, Nü Luo bewilderingly discovered she had control over the ley lines of Wuling Mountain by chance during her sleep. After taking control of the ley lines of the mountain, she naturally became the Mountain God.

Of course, this was the sleepyhead’s own words. Feng Qing’an just thought she was bluffing, as if he were a child being fooled. After all, controlling the ley lines of a mountain wasn’t something accomplished simply by sleeping. Weren’t the other powerful demons in the mountains clever enough? Even if the requirement for controlling the ley lines was strict, if one can’t achieve it, couldn’t one destroy it?

No one wished for an uninvited father figure they must respect upon their heads.

However, if she didn’t want to spill the beans, Feng Qing’an couldn’t force her either.

On the fifth day after Mountain God Nü Luo’s arrival, the wedding at the Su

Mansion finally kicked off. According to the little fox, Su Wan, the wedding

date was advanced by the patriarch. It was originally supposed to be scheduled a bit later.

However, due to the arrival of the Mountain God and the presence of Feng Qing’an, more and more demons were gathering at the mansion, even some from outside of Wuling Mountain. This made the Su Family’s patriarch and many elders feel uneasy.

Even though the Su Mansion had been managed for a long time, no matter how long it had been managed, it couldn’t withstand such a large number of powerful demons. Should an unexpected disturbance occur, with any demon suddenly starting a fight, the Su Family’s centuries-old foundation could be destroyed in an instant.

Therefore, to quickly bid farewell to the Mountain God and Feng Qing’an, who comes from a powerful family, the Su Family decided to advance the wedding date. They didn’t dare to delay any further.

Although the wedding was forced to be held earlier due to various influences, the Su Family had already made all the preparations. Everything was in order, they were not at all flustered, and all procedures were carried out according to the customs established by the human race.

Feng Qing’an got to witness a wedding of the demons on this day. Even though it followed the human race’s traditional wedding procedures of “Three Letters and Six Etiquettes,” it was Feng Qing’an’s first time witnessing such an event.

Typical common families couldn’t afford the “Three Letters and Six Etiquettes,” and Feng Qing’an had never seen a wealthy family’s wedding either. His family could be considered wealthy, but his elder brother hadn’t married yet.

It had to be said, the cliche phrase “loaded with tedious formalities” genuinely fit the situation. The complicated procedure gave Feng Qing’an goosebumps. The overly intricate and particularly exhausting numerous rituals lowered Feng Qing’an’s expectations of getting married to an extreme low point.

As for Mountain God Nü Luo, who claimed to protect him constantly, had already fallen asleep on the back of the Red Leopard. She simply couldn’t hold on any longer.

The human race’s wedding procedures were too boring in her opinion. She couldn’t understand the purpose of those actions, and they couldn’t enhance her spiritual power in the slightest.

It was at the most critical juncture of this wedding, strictly following human race customs, just when the fox couple disguised as humans was about to bow down to each other, that rolling dark clouds came from the west. A suppressing aura that made many demons feel uncomfortable rolled down from the clouds. “The unfortunate fellow who lost his father is coming to crash the party again!”

The Goddess, lying on the back of the Red Leopard, strained to open one eye and lazily muttered. Without waiting for Feng Qing’an to ask, she turned her head aside and continued sleeping.

“Who is this unfortunate fellow who lost his father?”

Feng Qing’an felt baffled, he looked up at the dark clouds. He saw a cluster of red dragon air pulsating within, but upon closer inspection, he saw that the dragon air formed into a large fish with red scales and dragon horns jumping around in the clouds.

Dragon Clan!

Although the existence within the dark clouds hadn’t shown its face, such a phenomenon was essentially related to the Dragon Clan. This made Feng

Qing’an sigh in admiration, acknowledging the powerfulness of the Dragon Clan that spanned across the world.

It seemed that dragons could be found everywhere. Even in the most inhospitable underworld, one could find ghost beasts with dragon bloodlines. Whenever he stepped foot outside, he encountered another member of the dragon species. Even though it may not be a pure-blooded dragon, perhaps merely a dragon fish, it nonetheless reflected the vast diversity of dragon bloodlines.

“Hahaha, I’ve heard the Su Mansion is getting married to the Autumnhowl Cave. Such joyous occasion, yet I was not even invited!”

In the midst of hearty laughter, a heavy moisture poured down from the sky, dappling the meticulously arranged wedding venue of the Su family.

Some nearby demons were drenched as if caught in a rainstorm, becoming soaking wet. Yet, even when unexpectedly treated this way, they dared not show any dissatisfaction or even a hint of displeasure.

Most of the powerful monsters on scene, watched as an ornate palanquin appeared, in the middle of the center area, surrounded by a host of sturdy, sharp-edged, flag-bearing shrimp soldiers and crab generals. Their eyes revealed strange expressions.

The River Lord of Bailang River, Hongxi!

The Bailang River was a river that wound through mountain ranges for hundreds, if not thousands, of miles. It couldn’t be considered small, but it was not exactly big either. As the River Lord who commanded over it, and as a dragon, Hongxi had always been rather arrogant.

Two hundred years ago, ever since he took over as the River Lord, he had been quite aloof. He only associated with other River Lords of the Dragon species and strong demons, whilst completely ignoring other gods of the mountains and rivers and great demons, looking down on them.

There was no issue with this. This Dragon Lord considered his lineage to be superior and showed disdain for the “inferior” Demon Clan. Similarly, the Demons did not care about this Dragon Lord’s behaviour, each keeping their distance and minding their own business.

However, a sudden change occurred three years ago. This Dragon Lord seemed to have a change of heart. He had transformed from being incredibly haughty to being humble and polite, even somewhat thick-skinned.

Whenever he heard of gatherings organized by certain deities on a whim, even uninvited, would brazenly show up and join in.

At first, the nearby gods and great demons were rather receptive to this change. Who would refuse to be friendly with an esteemed dragon?

But it was hard to keep a secret. When certain news spread throughout Da Jin, the gods and great demons surrounding the Bailang River understood why the Dragon Lord had suddenly changed.

The River Lord of Cangjiang had fallen, slain by a sword at a riverbank!

What had intrigued those idle gods and nosey great demons who loved to eavesdrop was the rumor that after the Cangjiang River Lord, who came from the overseas Dragon Palace, had fallen, the Dragon Palace had made no response whatsoever.

Of course, the affairs of the Dragon Palace were quite distant to the gods and great demons around the Bailang River, but one thing was certain.

The Dragon Lord of the Bailang River had lost his biggest backer, his father, the River Lord of Cangjiang. Judging from the response of the Dragon Palace, it seemed that this Dragon Lord was no different from a wild dragon species that even if slain, would not provoke revenge.

That was why this Dragon Lord had suddenly changed and started to form friendly relations with the powerful entities around him.

In the wedding venue of the Su family, amid the silence, a handsome young man clad in red armor with dragon horns on his forehead descended from the palanquin, laughing heartily without any embarrassment.

However, when this Dragon Lord’s gaze swept over the viewing platform prepared for the guests at the Su family, his hearty laughter suddenly faded, his beautiful inhuman face stiffened, and then twisted into utter ferocity.

Scales emerged on both of his cheeks, as a tangible red dragon aura surged around his body, with a robust and powerful dragon fish appearing behind him.

“You!”

Seeing the expression of the River Lord, who had become quite approachable and even timid in the past three years, change so drastically was a surprise to all the great demons. Following his gaze, they saw the young man seated in the best seat on the viewing platform.

“What’s wrong with me?”

Seeing that the Dragon Lord targeted him immediately upon arrival, Feng Qing’an furrowed his brows, feeling baffled.

“My father, the Lord of the Cangjiang River, do you recognize him?”