The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

When it came to the simple loss of spirituality and insufficient accumulation of soul power leading to immobility, Feng Qing’an was understanding. He was mentally prepared for such minor issues. Given time, he knew he could gradually alleviate these problems, and maybe even enable this giant to surpass his past life.

But the real headache for Feng Qing’an was that despite the long years this giant had existed, and the nurturing of his soul power, the Spiritual Wisdom that he regained was still influenced by his past life.

The moment the giant’s consciousness was born, it had clearly obtained a very special “inheritance” from the remains of this giant, similar to the case of Ming Long.

Just like him, it was granted Spiritual Wisdom and received the inheritance of its original body, but that inheritance was severely fragmented and almost useless, a Dragon Clan’s inheritance.

This caused Ming Long to have a profound innate dissatisfaction and craving for knowledge, striving to fill this void. As a result, he became extraordinarily obsessed with martial arts, continuously improving his skills and eventually becoming a God of War.

Such an “inheritance” was obviously flawed. Yet because of certain coincidences, it had a positive feedback for Ming Long. As for this giant, who knew what kind of influence the “inheritance” received from its original body would bring.

Feng Qing’an only knew that this giant had sensed something the moment it was born. But what exactly it was, even he could not see clearly, despite having created this giant’s Spiritual Wisdom by pouring out soul power.

“Sigh!”

The young man couldn’t help but sigh. According to his ideal plan, even if this giant skeleton took on Spiritual Wisdom, it may not have complete thoughts. Rather, just like a newborn baby, a blank slate that he could manipulate at will.

But it seemed that this beautiful expectation had completely failed. The giant had thinking ability due to the influence of its original body upon its birth and its self-consciousness was rather high.

All Feng Qing’an could hope now was that the “inheritance” bestowed upon the giant by its original body wouldn’t be too flawed. Inherent influences would require twice the effort to correct and success couldn’t be guaranteed.

Of course, there was some good news as well. Feng Qing’an could sense, after the birth of this giant’s consciousness, it was quite friendly to him, which surely didn’t betray his arduous labors of nourishing it with soul power day and night.

Besides, there was a natural connection between the giant and him. Although it wasn’t as obvious as a Soul Contract, it allowed Feng Qing’an to faintly sense the giant’s emotions.

This gave Feng Qing’an a rather odd feeling. It felt like an extension of himself, but it had independent thoughts, like his offspring?

Pleh!

What nonsense was he thinking!

Feng Qing’an quickly pulled back his distracted mind and focused on infusing his soul power into the petrified bones beneath his palm.

The immediate priority was to let this giant have legs, not remain a cripple without legs. Then, after the giant developed spirituality all over its body, he would see if any changes occurred.

Considering the worst outcome, if there was nothing special, then he would wait until he condensed the tenth Soul Contract, and bond it. At that time, the Supreme Body of Ten Thousand Spirits would definitely transform further.

Once the Soul Contract was established, the feedback was mutual. Each time he leveled up, it would bring numerous benefits to the spirits he was bonded with. His progress had been so slow that this feedback went unnoticed. Instead, he had been waiting for feedback to become stronger without making any efforts.

“That’s enough for today. If you feel bored, read some Dao Sutras!”

When the soul power that filled his body was depleted to less than a tenth, Feng Qing’an stopped. Under normal circumstances, he would never let his soul power be consumed to such an extent.

As for the Sun Tree, well, let’s let it starve for a while. He didn’t have the time to deal with it. It wouldn’t die anyway. Before the Dragon Father Giant could stand up and move freely, all his soul power had to be poured into it.

“Dao Sutras?”

The giant was quite confused, but Feng Qing’an didn’t bother to explain. He moved a stack of Dao Sutras over immediately. The tiny characters on them could easily be read by the giant.

Although the size difference between them was great, it was not a problem for him because he was not a normal creature of flesh and blood. After all, he didn’t even have eyes. Instead, he used his spiritual fire to sense everything around him.

If one had to exaggerate a bit, saying he was a bone spirit could work, though that wouldn’t be accurate. A stone spirit? Still not right, he wore a suit of armor that was fused with him, and he even had control over the aura of the netherworld. All in all, this was an incredibly complex and unique spiritual existence.

If one strictly classified according to the definitions of demons and monsters, this being could be considered a strange creature, because none of the other categories could adequately encompass its existence, only describe parts of it.

“Can you comprehend it?”

Feng Qing’an asked while watching a jade slip fly out in front of him, testing his companion.

“…Yes, I can.”

A dull and deep voice echoed. It was as if he hadn’t interacted with other beings for a long time. His speech was filled with hesitation as if he was stuttering.

“Then you read.”

Feng Qing’an waved his hand in slight irritation. That question was merely a test. Now, the worst possible outcome had occurred. This creature seemed to have inherent knowledge — he could even understand the Dao Sutra.

Normally, even if scholars who have read extensively come across the Dao Sutra, being able to stay awake till the end is quite an achievement. The text contains the insights of cultivators about the heavens, earth, and all things, but it’s only useful if you can understand it. If you can’t comprehend anything, it’s just a perplexing and hard-to-understand document.

The giant silently “watched” the tiny man on his back, feeling the latter’s not-so-good mood. He wasn’t sure what he had done wrong, leaving him feeling somewhat at a loss.

“It’s not your fault. I had set my expectations too high.”

Compared to the giant’s vague senses, Feng Qing’an, who was crucial to the giant’s revival, had a clearer understanding of him. Changes in the giant’s mood were clear to Feng Qing’an, like the patterns in the palm of his hand.

It was indeed unrealistic to hope that the new spiritual wisdom birthed from a corpse with quite a history would be a blank slate.

“Since you can understand the Dao Sutra, hug it tightly and read. Don’t think about random things.”

Feng Qing’an advised, and then walked to another place. Currently, he was not in a mood to nourish the Sunfire Tree, but instead began to meditate cross-legged.

The feedback he received during the Eastern Glory’s tribulation had been fully refined, and he was about to condense the tenth Soul Contract. Once he completes all the cultivation of the Heavenly Beast Master and contracts the Dragon Father Giant, he would undergo a great transformation.

As the Great Cold started, the falling snow in the sky became denser. Though it was a year of great harvest, the snowfall was unusually harsh for the common people.

Huh——

During the Great Cold, the young man was unaffected by the outside world. He sat cross-legged in the Cave Sky, where the seasons never changed. Under the silent gaze of the towering giant, a dazzling and fiery aura enveloped him.

The tenth Soul Contract!

Even before the crimson Soul Ring had shattered, the young man had already opened his eyes. Although a faint smile appeared on his face at the expected result, there was not much surprise.

“Finally, it’s your turn.”

Feng Qing’an didn’t procrastinate. He stood before the giant, observing as it was still not fully spiritually converted, only up to its legs. Then, with the help of the clouds and breeze, he slowly rose to the giant’s forehead.

His right hand stretched out and pressed against the giant’s forehead. He didn’t ask if the giant was willing to enter a contract with him. After all, the spiritual existence of this giant was granted by him, would it still have a choice?