Beast Tamer Ascension-Chapter 5Book 4: : Arrival of the Holy Son
Vol 4 Chapter 5: Arrival of the Holy Son
Western Desert.
This desert lies to the west of the Ancient Celestial Kingdom, in the opposite direction of Qingzhou, and is extremely far away.
A few days later.
At the far western edge of the Tianyuan Continent, a spatial vortex condensed, and immediately after, nine divine golden Thunder Dragons pulled a wooden flying boat out from within it.
On top of the flying boat, several figures appeared.
The Lord of the Demon Court dressed in golden dragon robes, Lin Jing in a blue robe, and an old man with yellow hair dressed like a coachman.
"Just ahead is the Immortal-Burying Volcano. This is a forbidden land of immortals and gods, ordinary people cannot get close. Let’s part ways here."
Once the Demon Emperor spoke, Lin Jing immediately summoned the Dragonblood Carp and instructed it, “Go with Her Majesty the Demon Emperor to the Immortal-Burying Volcano to cultivate.”
“Be obedient, I’ll be waiting for you to return as a Nascent Soul.” He patted the Dragonblood Carp’s head.
Looking forward to the birth of the first Nascent Soul pet beast by his side...
"Pop~" The Dragonblood Carp nodded, its sharp eyes gazing into the distance, already sensing the terrifying fiery aura ahead.
Just a mere Immortal-Burying Volcano…
Wait until Emperor Dragon Carp pays it a visit!
With the Demon Emperor sis watching over—it’s not like the flames could kill it!
“Thunder Dragon Patriarch, I leave the safety of the Holy Son to you now. I hope there won’t be a need for this Emperor to step in.”
The Demon Emperor gave a calm glance at the yellow-haired elder—this was the guardian Lin Jing ultimately chose, the Thunder Dragon Clan’s patriarch!
The Thunder Dragon scales and blood gifted by the Thunder Dragon Clan previously had seemed enough to Lin Jing, but turned out to be far from sufficient.
On this western journey, Lin Jing was determined to forge an invincible physique. The current strength of his body still felt far from enough, so keeping the Thunder Dragon Patriarch by his side made it easier to ask about body-tempering methods...
As for being the Holy Son’s guardian, the Thunder Dragon Patriarch accepted joyfully. As long as he kept the Holy Son happy, maybe—just maybe—he could become the first patriarch in the Demon Court to complete transformation!
To show the sincerity of the Thunder Dragon Clan and repay Lin Jing for helping their little princess transform, the patriarch even summoned nine talented collateral juniors of the Thunder Dragon Clan to pull Lin Jing’s flying boat!
Each of them had reached the Demon King stage of Nascent Soul!
If Lin Jing hadn’t refused, he’d even have dragged the Thunder Dragon Princess over to serve Lin Jing personally.
“Your Majesty can rest assured. With me here, no one will lay a finger on the Holy Son. If anyone does, I’ll throw myself into the Immortal-Burying Volcano!” the Thunder Dragon Patriarch vowed.
His yellow-haired coachman appearance was just a transformation, not a true form. It was for convenience in staying close to Lin Jing—after all, his true body spanned a thousand meters and wasn’t suitable for moving around in human territory.
“Mm.” The Demon Emperor nodded, then vanished with the Dragonblood Carp in tow before Lin Jing and the others.
After she left, the Thunder Dragon Patriarch let out a sigh of relief.
“Holy Son, where to next?” he asked.
“Shall we head straight to Golden Light Temple?”
Lin Jing’s old ancestor already knew that Lu Cheng’s mission this time was to obtain the Golden Light Gu.
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In the Western Desert, there were eighty-one Buddhist cities, each with a monastery.
Golden Light Temple was one of the stronger ones among the Eighty-One Monasteries of the Buddhist Sect.
The temple's head monk had reached the peak of the Void Mystical Stage and held significant status in the Buddhist world.
In terms of power, the head monk of Solar Temple belonged to the first echelon just below the current leader of the Buddhist Sect.
“No rush. To do a good job, one must first sharpen their tools. Let’s visit the Demon-Slaying Temple first.” Lin Jing spoke after a moment of thought.
“Demon-Slaying Temple?” The Thunder Dragon Patriarch was startled, not understanding why the Holy Son would go there.
Lin Jing smiled and said, “The Beast Taming Sect and the head monk of the Demon-Slaying Temple go way back.”
“If we hadn’t come to the Western Desert, it wouldn’t matter. But since we’re here, we should pay a visit.”
The head monk of the Demon-Slaying Temple was the very monk who had entered the Ancient Kingdom, joined the Demon-Slaying Bureau, and worked alongside the Beast Taming Sect and other Great Wasteland sects to seal the Immortal Demon.
It was also this monk’s Dharma body that helped Lin Jing and the Pine Leaf Mouse develop their Buddhist cultivation talent.
This time, coming to the Buddhist Sect to obtain a Gu—if Lin Jing approached purely as the Holy Son of the Demon Court, he’d surely face many obstacles.
But if he could gain some assistance from the head monk of the Demon-Slaying Temple, things would likely go much smoother.
Even with the Demon Emperor backing him, Lin Jing wasn’t foolish enough to pick hard mode for his mission. If there’s an easy way—why not take it?
Find an old acquaintance and build rapport first!
The cultivation world is all about connections!
The Demon-Slaying Temple was located in Demon-Quelling City.
In the Western Desert, there were still a few mortals, but the environment was harsh, with many demons and ghosts, so mortals could only survive by relying on the Buddhist Sect.
Therefore, all the commoners in the eighty-one Buddhist cities of the Western Desert were followers of the Buddhist Sect. If any of their children showed spiritual talent, they’d send them to train in the temples.
But compared to the Ancient Kingdom, the human population in the Western Desert was still too sparse, which was also why the Buddhist Sect wished to spread their teachings in the Ancient Kingdom...
“Abbot, Hidden Spirit Temple requested our help a few days ago. The demon sealed beneath Hidden Spirit City is about to break free. Reinforcing the seal no longer works!”
“Abbot, Awakening Temple also sent a request for aid the day before yesterday. Three of their high monks have been possessed by ghosts!”
“Wandering Temple.....”
In the Demon-Slaying Temple, a white-robed elder monk sat with closed eyes, listening to reports from the disciples below, then slowly said, “The arrival of the Golden Era is both a calamity and an opportunity for our Buddhist Sect.”
“Countless years ago, the Western Desert was a fertile land, but due to the Celestial Palace War, it turned barren and became a dead zone.”
“Later, countless demons emerged. Among the many sects across the continent, only our Buddhist Sect chose to settle in this desolate place for countless years to suppress these chaotic demons…”
“Not just because of our compassion, unwilling to see the world fall into demonic chaos, but also because suppressing demons is a form of cultivation for us—it represents great merit.”
“These demons were born from ancient wars, indescribable, impossible to eliminate. They can only be sealed within the earth’s veins and suppressed by many temples. Originally, this was sustainable, but the advent of the Golden Era has loosened their seals.”
“Still, that’s fine. After tens of thousands of years of growth, our Buddhist Sect is no longer what it once was. These revived monsters will become nourishment for the growth of our disciples.”
“Since several temples have asked for help—any of you willing to go demon-slaying? Truly eradicating these demons would be a deed of great merit.” The white-robed elder looked at the disciples, only to see their faces filled with bitterness.
What he said wasn’t wrong.
But it’s fine to deal with ordinary demonic beasts or evil cultivators.
These demons born of the grudges of fallen immortals and powerful beings, fused with all manner of strange forces, simply couldn’t be judged by common sense…
Even after so many years of development, the Buddhist Sect had grown strong, but the demons recorded in the ancient texts were still terrifying beyond measure…
Just as silence fell over the temple, suddenly, almost simultaneously, several monks broke into cold sweat and looked outside the city in alarm.
“Abbot, many powerful demonic beasts are approaching…”
The white-robed elder furrowed his brows, sensing the aura of a Demon Ancestor. His divine sense extended outward—and saw nine Thunder Dragons pulling a flying boat slowly descending outside Demon-Quelling City. Standing on the boat was a young man in blue robes, with a squirrel perched on his shoulder.
“Holy Son Lin Jing of the Beast Taming Sect, here to visit.”
