The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

Chapter 611: Chapter 354: Ruin?!

Aung!

The calm mirror-like water of the Heavenly Pond burst open. A small, palm-sized fish with silver scales gradually extended its body to a foot long. As it stretched, its delicate silver scales peeled off to reveal new layers of golden scales. Silver whiskers sprouted beneath its jaws.

In the span of a mere moment, the silver-scaled fish that leapt out of the water had already profoundly transformed, turning into a “dragon fish”. But the metamorphosis was far from over; this was merely the beginning.

Hmm~

Its once loud roar gradually turned clear and melodious, carrying a force that commanded the respect of all spirits. The bulky body of the dragon fish slimmed down, becoming slender and long, its belly scales tearing apart to reveal five-clawed dragon feet.

Feng Qing’an watched in shock as the pond transformed the small silver-scaled fish he had casually thrown into the Dragon Pool, into a “golden dragon” over three-zhang long.

“What kind of dragon is this?”

Gazing at the golden dragon thrashing in the Dragon Pool, Feng Qing’an let out a sigh but still took a careful look,

[Race: Buddhist Heavenly Dragon]

[Attributes: Spirit, Dragon, Water, Thunder]

[Potential Level: War General· Superior]

[Combat Performance: Lord· Intermediate]

“No wonder the Dragon Clan defeated it!”

Looking at the evaluation information that emerged in his mind, Feng Qing’an understood. This small spirit, capable of transforming into a Heavenly Dragon in the Dragon Pool, could be considered the weakest Dragon Clan he had ever seen on his journey.

Yet it possessed a shape closer to a true dragon, indistinguishable from any dragon he’d encountered, even if Feng Qing’an couldn’t guarantee that. After all, he had never witnessed a true dragon himself.

But what use is there in looking like a true dragon? The reputation of the Dragon Clan isn’t built on appearances, it’s established from generation to generation since the beginning of the world.

For this Buddhist Heavenly Dragon, possessing demon-level spirit power yet only having a potential at the War General tier, if it were to confront a true dragon of the same spirit power, it wouldn’t be surprising for it to be defeated by a factor of ten, a hundred, or even a thousand.

Dragon scales and skin, won through the Dragon Pool, how can it compete with a true dragon that has faced multiple Heavenly Tribulations?

“Amitabha, Benefactor, you have stirred up trouble!”

Just as Feng Qing’an was lamenting the weakness of the Buddhist Heavenly Dragon, a thunderous chanting resonated, and a robust monk with indistinguishable age appeared before him.

He wore a necklace of beads as big as a baby’s skull. His bare upper body displayed nine formidable golden dragon tattoos slowly crawling across, so lifelike that they seemed ready to tear through his skin at any moment, shattering the earth and shaking the wilderness.

“I’ve met the master, what should I call you?”

“The poor monk is named the Empty Stamp, unworthy of the title ‘master.’”

The amiable, burly monk replied humbly with a smile.

“What kind of trouble does Empty Stamp Master speak of?”

Feng Qing’an brushed aside the monk’s humility, and asked straightforwardly.

“That’s the trouble!”

The monk did not play riddles with Feng Qing’an and pointed at the newly formed Heavenly Dragon thrashing in the Dragon Pool, attracting spirit essence from the water.

But Feng Qing’an noticed that the potential of the dragon, once blinding in the pool water, was now slowly and considerably elevating.

Since a legendary Buddhist Heavenly Dragon was deemed capable of battling a true dragon with a team of ten, the so-called Heavenly Dragon in front of him — even if dozens or hundreds were gathered — they would, at best, end up slaughtered by a true dragon. This pitiful performance doesn’t befit a real Heavenly Dragon. A real one should be much stronger.

“And that’s considered trouble?”

Feng Qing’an was puzzled. This newborn Heavenly Dragon seems pathetically weak compared to its impressive exterior. What sort of trouble could this being stir up? He, let alone the guardian gods next to it, could easily squash it like a bug.

“Benefactor is unaware that our Dragon Zen Temple has an agreement with the Dragon Clan. Only those who have passed the Two-Nine Heavenly Tribulations and cannot become true dragons, are allowed to enter the pond water and flesh out the Heavenly Dragon scales.”

The monk voiced his deep thoughts aloud over the open expanse of the Heavenly Pond which enlightened Feng Qing’an.

The Dragon Pool, despite being destroyed by the Dragon Clan, existed due to the permission of the Dragon clan itself. The temple and the Dragon Clan had reached an agreement regarding this.

The Dragon Clan’s demand was understandable and the temple could not refuse; it was beneficial to them, too.

Surviving the Two-Nine Heavenly Tribulations, or rather passing the Primordial Tribulation and the Human Immortal Tribulation, generally filtered out the weak. Those who survived, regardless of the means, deserved to be among the crème de la crème.

Under such circumstances, those eligible, turning into Heavenly Dragons and have Heavenly Dragon scales roll out of them due to the pool, if totaled to ten, it would possess the power to fight a true dragon. Only then is it recognized as a true Buddhist Heavenly Dragon.

The reason behind the Dragon Clan’s fight with the Buddha Gate was not only because of the Dragon Pool desecrating its heritage, but also the Buddha Gate’s actions severely undermined the long-standing dignity of the True Dragon.