The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

Not allowing to eat humans, but can eat ghosts: in this place, there was no essential difference between the two. It was nothing more than just waiting a while longer. In simpler terms, it was to kill people, wait for the floating souls to turn into ghost creatures, then eat.

What a waste of time!

But there’s no choice. Under others’ eaves, one has to bow their head. Now it was not as skilled as humans, it could only let them manipulate as they wished; whatever they said goes.

“This is far too easy.”

Having successfully established himself in the Ghost Soul Sect, Feng Qing’an couldn’t help but reflect whether his plot was going too smoothly, or was someone manipulating him from behind?

But considering it, it doesn’t seem quite right. He could reach this point mainly due to the Demonic Power. How many individuals in this world could have anticipated the existence of the Demonic Power?

The Demonic Power is formless and invisible. Sometimes, even close companions could not detect the transformation of cultivators who had been tainted by the Demonic Power, not knowing that the person next to them had already fallen into the hands of the demons, and their core had been replaced.

That’s the terrifying aspect of the Demonic Power!

“What a clever little devil!”

Feng Qing’an shifted his attention to Jun Yan, watched him leverage various characteristics of demonic power exceedingly restrain the cultivators, select his prey, and then, proceed to hunt and kill.

This little thing slaughtered nearly half the cultivators he encountered after leaving him—um, all were outer-disciples, the kind that even if they vanished, nobody would ask about; he was no fool.

Moreover, he heeded Feng Qing’an’s orders and did not directly devour humans. Instead, he quietly waited for these people’s souls to drift out. In the yin-leaning environment, under the impetus of resentment and sinister energy, they turned into resentful ghosts and fierce ghosts. By then, this little devil would have no reservations, opening his bloody mouth wide to swallow these ghost creatures one by one.

Feng Qing’an silently watched all of this, saying nothing, for his pet kitten was feasting on ghosts, not people.

As for the outer disciples from the Ghost Soul Sect that he indiscriminately killed, Feng Qing’an had no feelings for them. There were no so-called good people amongst the cultivators in this sect, as seen by the mundanes. Killing them all may have some wrongful deaths, but if he was to kill one every time he encountered one, there would definitely be a lot of oversights.

“Rein yourself in a bit, don’t go overboard. Once you’ve eaten your fill, go and carry out the task I entrusted to you.”

The satisfaction on the kitten’s face, who had just gobbled several freshly spawned ghost creatures into its belly, froze upon hearing the voice echoing in its heart before its supple jet-black hairs bristled again.

“Don’t be so easily startled. You’re my pet cat now. You can’t embarrass me in public. Show me a bit of manners.”

Meow~

Jun Yan, thinking he had already gained a bit of freedom, was immediately crestfallen. His joyous expression, brightened by having tasted delicious food, suddenly vanished, and his mood plummeted.

“If you don’t want to work, then come back, I’ll do it myself.”

Meow~

The kitten, initially appearing dispirited, transformed into a streak of dark light the next moment, shooting into the sea of clouds and vanishing amid the mountains.

“Humph!”

Feng Qing’an chuckled lightheartedly. He perfectly understood the thoughts running through this little fellow’s mind. Everything going on in this little guy’s head was clear as day to him.

Awooo~

While Feng Qing’an was quietly contemplating how to destroy the Ghost Soul Sect, ridding history of this sect once and for all, a long drawn-out howl echoed in his consciousness.

Accompanying the howling was the thunderous rumbling in his consciousness. Although the thunder seemed to come from a far distant place, the thunderous sound still made one’s heart palpitate, causing unease and launching a feeling of imminent disaster.

“Black Mountain!”

At this moment, Feng Qing’an cast all his attention onto Black Mountain, and upon gaining the perspective of his first Guardian Beast, he saw surging tribulation clouds churning in the sky, with purple bolts of lightning glittering among them.

“Why didn’t you tell me about crossing the heavenly tribulation?”

Feng Qing’an felt the current state of Black Mountain and could not help but furrow his eyebrows, despite the Kun God characteristics enhancement giving it an exceedingly vigorous demon power which kept rising due to the breaking of realm barriers.

However, the current Black Mountain, majestic as towering mountains with a demon body, was covered in wounds. Some parts revealed broken bones, and even its slightly squirming guts—it had just undergone a terrible battle.

As for its opponent, it was a Demon King enticed by the soul-blood treasure jade it carried with it. This very Demon King now lay dead under its feet, a hideous mess torn to pieces by Black Mountain.

The creature had originally been a golden toad, a member of the Immortal Spirit Species, but alas, it had been corrupted by demonic evil into a fierce beast. Now, it was even more put out having been killed by Ghost Wolf, a significant Demon.

This wasn’t the first Demon King that Black Mountain had slain. Before this, it had attracted another partially-disabled Demon King. After an extremely difficult and bitter battle, it bit off the opponent’s head and achieved victory.

Being able to secure two major victories, Black Mountain’s fearless determination and courage against the Demon King played a significantly important role.

However, the primary reason Black Mountain, despite having a realm substantially lower than the Demon King, was able to fight off the massive creature was the physical characteristics bestowed upon it by Feng Qing’an.

Kun God, Yuan Spirit

Under the value of these two physical characteristics, Black Mountain had no concern about demon power exhaustion. Its various powerful Demon Arts and Abilities could be used without any restraint.

Even at this moment, although Black Mountain had killed a Demon King, its demon power remained at its peak, appearing as if it hadn’t been exhausted at all. However, the miserable state of its body showed the severity of the battle it just experienced.

Howl~

Can’t hold it back any longer!

Black Mountain let out a whimper, its voice filled with helplessness. It didn’t want to break through at this stage, but the fight with the Demon King caused an unwitting break in its realm barriers, bringing forth demon power and vitality to form a Demon Pill—thus, triggering the heavenly tribulation.

“…Prepare to cross the tribulation!”

Feng Qing’an waved his hand somewhat weary, but his expression didn’t contain too much worry. Although Black Mountain seemed miserable, it was currently at the pinnacle of its life.

With his physical characteristics supporting, it would have no trouble crossing the heavenly tribulation, given this is the mortal world, not the netherworld.

“I will lend you a helping hand!”

Physical characteristic: Conquering Heavenly God

Gale wind was born in the void, lightning plummeted from the sky, the intertwining wind and thunder wrapped around this giant wolf shrouded in blue ghostly fire, massively rising its vigor. Its tremendous aura even caused the tribulation cloud above its head to change, transforming into a slowly rotating vortex.

Crackle!

The purple-bright lightning shined in the whirlpool-shaped tribulation cloud, and a blinding bolt illuminated hundreds of miles. A thunderbolt as thick as a water-bucket fell, marking the beginning of Black Mountain’s Heavenly Demon Tribulation.

“Just this?”

Feng Qing’an, who had witnessed the brutality of Dong Huang’s heavenly tribulation, didn’t evince anxiety despite Black Mountain’s body being engulfed by the thunder waterfall cascading from the tribulation clouds. Despite its fur being charred by heavenly lightning, mingling with flesh and blood to become charcoal, there was no worry.

Because he could clearly feel that under the heavenly tribulation, Black Mountain was not weakening, but gradually growing stronger. Given this change, Feng Qing’an was confident that Black Mountain had at least a ninety-eight percent chance of surviving this heavenly tribulation.

Not only was he confident in Black Mountain, but he also had faith in his physical traits.

In such a situation, Feng Qing’an started planning for Black Mountain, which was about to cross the heavenly tribulation.

“Jun Yan, please make the same effort. The identity I assumed should have had a Ghost Wolf King too, change those modified memories once more.”