The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

“Gentlemen, I suddenly remembered that I recently acquired some new concubines and haven’t yet had the time to pay them a visit. I will have to leave you now and not delay your plans.”

“How unfortunate. I recently brewed a batch of spiritual pills and they are close to completion. I must return home to oversee the process and can’t afford to delay here for too long.”

“I just happened to pass by and saw a fellow practitioner undergoing a tribulation, so I came over to have a look. I had no other intentions. Since you all want to leave, I might as well leave with you.”

“Together, together.”

The originally unremarkable Demon King, seemingly weak and easily bullied, suddenly unveiled an astonishing thunder technique that seemingly had nothing to do with his lineage.

Under unclear circumstances, a few Demon Kings instantly chose to retreat. Cultivating to this realm was not easy, and it was not worth the risk to provoke an existence they shouldn’t provoke just because of momentary greed.

“No, you can’t leave!”

The retreating auras of several demon kings made the Black Bull Demon King who was battling Black Mountain roar in anger.

Howl~

Howl~

However, he could only roar once because the sky was filled with the howls of wolves. The wolves were descending from the clouds and were the source of the howling.

Boom—

A Thunder Wolf of only three meters tall struck the mountain-like body of the Black Bull Demon King, setting off a huge explosion. The subsequent explosion from the thunder made the magnificent body of the Demon King stagger, causing the earth beneath his feet to rumble, and large areas of the land to collapse.

This was just the beginning. Right after the first Thunder Wolf slammed into him, the second and third ones followed…Countless Thunder Wolves dove from the clouds, fearlessly.

As the first Thunder Wolf fell onto the Black Bull Demon King, exploding into a raging thunderstorm, new Thunder Wolves were forming in the clouds.

Moo—

The black bull, who had just stood up not long ago, fell down once again under the continuous bombardment of the Thunder Wolves. This time, regardless of his struggles, he showed no signs of getting up again.

Because his body, with its dense and thick fur, began to turn into charcoal under the bombardment of the thunder, eventually reducing to ashes. The resentment-filled spirits entwined with his fur were destroyed in pieces after the first round of bombing. But for them, this could also be considered liberation.

Given their strength, even if they were entwined with the Bull Demon King, they could not harm him. Instead, as their numbers accumulated, they would be used by the Bull Demon King as a means of attack and defense against enemies.

“Spare me, let me go!”

Under the tearing and gnawing of the Thunder Wolves formed by the remaining power of the heavenly thunder, the Bull Demon King, regardless of his strength or lineage, could not help but plead for mercy.

He was a demon too, how could he not be afraid of the thunder? Ordinary thunder he could ignore, but the thunder conjured to the point it could invoke heavenly tribulation, that was beyond his means of enduring.

He wanted to escape now too. He realized that the seemingly ordinary Ghost Wolf might have a significant background. Otherwise, how could it control thunder?

But he couldn’t escape, Black Mountain had no intention of letting this Bull Demon go, because Feng Qing’an had already declared that he wanted its head as a decoration.

“No, don’t!”

The Bull Demon let out a despairing howl. Even though the power of the heavenly tribulation was exhausted, the number of Thunder Wolves in the clouds remained consistent. Each time one was shattered, another would condense, although they lacked some of the destructive and killing aura of the divine retribution.

The power of this Ghost Wolf seemed endless. With such a heaven-defying divine means, he could use it without any hesitation.

“Master, spare me, I am willing to serve you, willing to be your vassal, to be at your command.”

Facing the imminent possibility of all his hundreds of years of cultivation turning into ashes, this famous Demon King completely disregarded his dignity and pride. As for his honor, he cared even less. What was the point in worrying about these trivial things when his life was close to its end?

Hearing this, Black Mountain momentarily hesitated. It was asking Feng Qing’an’s opinion on whether to accept this demon bull. After all, it is a king among bulls, and it remembered its master’s fondness for these powerful spirits with special bloodlines.

“You’re finally getting the hang of my preferences, but you’ve misunderstood this time. Although I like them, I don’t indiscriminately accept anything. As for this kind of fodder, even if I could tolerate it, my sword wouldn’t,” Feng Qing’an chuckled. This bull demon must have slaughtered countless cities; otherwise, it wouldn’t have so many vengeful spirits attached to it. The demon king would have had to massacre such a number of mortals to undergo such a significant transformation.

Howl~

After confirming Feng Qing’an’s opinion, Black Mountain didn’t hesitate. The raging thunder wolves falling from the sky would explode upon touching the bull king.

However, this old bull, being an experienced demon king, had a tenacious life force. It put up with the high-intensity bombardment of Black Mountain’s thunder wolf pack, gritting its teeth for a long time before finally closing its eyes, full of unwillingness.

“How terrifying!”

Seeing Black Mountain, who had only just survived the heavenly tribulation, brutally defeat a veteran demon king in a head-on battle, Feng Qing’an couldn’t help but exclaim.

However, what he was marveling at was not Black Mountain’s combative record but its physical characteristics. When his powers were still weak, these body traits did not seem extraordinary, as if they were nothing special.

But now that he had become the Heavenly Beast Master, his guardian beasts had become powerful demons, even demon kings. These physical traits, which he could boost freely, revealed their terrifying power.

What had enabled Black Mountain to cross levels and kill a demon king even at the stage of large demon?

Was it truly due to its battle capabilities? There were numerous large demons in the world with vast combat experience. However, all those who did manage to defeat a demon king had extremely powerful bloodlines. Black Mountain’s bloodline, however, didn’t need further mentioning, it was too ordinary.

Yuan Spirit, Earth God

These two initially unremarkable physical traits had become more terrifying with the increase in strength. Facing opponents with not much difference in strength and extraordinarily high vitality, they gave him an overwhelming advantage in a battle of attrition.

Unless one had stepped into the immortal way and become an immortal, even the top-notch demon kings had to carefully calculate their use of demon power. They could not be reckless and do whatever they wanted.

But, Black Mountain, possessing these physical traits, could do so. It could unleash the most powerful Divine Powers and maintain this continuously. Even demon kings with one or two levels higher couldn’t withstand this relentless bombardment.

This unnoticeable talent at first was not inferior to – not the slightest bit worse than – his most recent acquisition: the Conquering Heavenly God. In fact, it was even superior in particular scenarios.

“Bring this demon bull over here!” he commanded.

Howl?

Didn’t he just want the head?

Black Mountain was somewhat confused, originally planning just to bite the head off and send it to his master.

“You’re such a spendthrift! This is a demon king! Have you lost your mind? Its muscles, tendons, skin, and flesh are all excellent materials. How could we just throw them away? Bring everything back to me, not a single hair should be wasted.”

Howl~

With that, Black Mountain understood. It swallowed the demon bull’s corpse, turned into a bolt of lightning, and shot into the cloud layer, racing toward Feng Qing’an.

“Ah, I forgot again.”

Already prepared to welcome Black Mountain, Feng Qing’an clenched his right hand into a fist and hit his left hand with it,

“Jun Yan, I need another favor. As my identity, I should have a Dao protector, but I’ve killed this guy before you had a chance to bewitch him. So, you’ll have to make do and switch to the Ghost General.”

Meow~Roar

The sound of a cat turned into the roar of a White Tiger, echoing through the Soul Contract…