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In the world of cultivation, only the strongest shall prevail.

Arthur, twenty-five years old young man died, he was killed by his own sworn brother. He was betrayed, everything he had was taken from him.

He swore a revenge, even if his soul goes to afterlife, he shall avenge, and find his redemption.

The Almighty heard his plead, his soul and his entire being was transmigrated to the world of cultivation and wonders, Argoth Contingent.

He may return to the world once he finished the task that given to him. To defeat the Outer Gods who will bring chaos upon the Argoth Continent.

Arthur agreed the gods' terms and conditions.

Thus, Beast Taming system was bestowed upon him. Grueling fate lies ahead of him. However, he wasn't deterred in one bit.

Fueled with his resentment, he swore to himself before he was sent to the Argoth Continent; "I shall be the strongest in the entire world so no one could defy me, ever again!"

I Became Beast Master in Cultivation World

Fenrir growled at Yan Wang, curled his nose as a sign of distrust.

"It's okay, Fenrir. Get back to my shadow, all of you."

Yan Wang was impressed that the Divine Rank Beasts obeyed Arthur's without any rebuttal. Especially to the Snake Maiden, Yan Wang gawking at her body with lustful eyes.

"Please don't be offended by my beasts, they are just a bit too cautious for their own good, Lord Yan Wang."

"None taken. If they were mine, I would also expect the same reaction. Let us go to my castle."

Thus, Arthur and Yan Wang went to the castle.

Although the environment in the Nether Realm was blighted by dark energy, the castle itself was quite the contrary. The castle was protected by a dome of Protective Array which was very similar to Lindwyrm Kingdom.

Once Arthur had stepped in the courtyard, the scenery was so serene, the garden was lush with greenery and many unknown medicine herbs grew vibrantly in every row of the plowed soils.

190: Ruler of the Hell!