The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

“Ah, Your Majesty, why didn’t you heed my advice? Couldn’t you endure for just a bit longer?”

Seeing the ferocious and brutal monarch battle above, the first monster to pledge its loyalty could not help but sigh.

It had already predicted the outcome of this bloody battle, which will likely see the Monarch it follows and the other old wolves injured, their bodies drenched with blood. Perhaps the injuries sustained by the Wolf King it follows are even worse.

But no matter how serious the injuries, not a single Wolf King would fall. The Wolf King it served did not have the heart to kill any old wolf, and those old wolves dared not kill.

So, this was just a mutual torment in a bloodfight. In its eyes, there was no need for this battle; if both sides showed a bit of patience and retreated slightly, it would be enough.

Honestly, it found those old wolves irrational. Knowing clearly that their king was young and impulsive, lacking the wisdom that comes with age, they insisted on damaging his pride to protect their almost depleted royal dignity.

Bang——

Just as this powerful monster wondered why the king it was devoted to, who had shown signs of backing down, suddenly changed and struck fiercely, a heavenly sound of thunder erupted. A golden-blue thunderbolt that stretched for miles pierced the sky and instantly ripped apart the injured old Wolf King.

Accompanied by the aroma of roasted meat, pieces of charred flesh rained down from the sky. The monster king, whose body had been penetrated, was like a collapsing mountain, falling from the sky and causing a mountainside to collapse.

Rolling clouds of dust spread outwards. Visible waves of air surged up like a tsunami. Amidst cries of shock and screams, the wave rushed in all directions.

“This…”

The powerful monster was dumbfounded watching the old Wolf King fall from the sky. Upon a closer look, it finally saw what exactly had pierced the body of the Monster King?

As the thunder dissipated, a gorgeous golden halberd emitting a faint dragon aura appeared in the sky. But before it could get a clear look, the mighty weapon was summoned back, transforming into a golden light and quickly retreating.

Howl~

A joyful howl resounded, and the puzzled monster looked up to see the Wolf King, who had always been imposing, wagging his tail and heading towards the golden halberd.

“So that’s how it is.”

Seeing its lord behave this way, the powerful monster suddenly understood where the weapon that had pierced the body of the Monster King had come from.

…

“Feng Qing’an, be careful!”

Despite the peculiar posture of the Ghost Wolf King covered in thunder fire, it was still a monster king, maintaining high-speed charge in mid-air.

Like a moving mountain, it gave people a feeling of terror. Anything that’s large enough and in a high-speed moving state would seem frightening.

“Black Mountain!”

Feng Qing’an stretched out his hand and grabbed the returning Thunder Sea Halberd. Ignoring Hua Qingyu’s attempts to stop him, he flew up and headed straight for the hideous, ferocious thunder-fire beast.

Under the astonished eyes of the numerous geniuses, the seemingly courteous and cultured white-robed young man embraced the shrinking, beastly Wolf King in his arms. At that moment, it was a bright and shiny black wolf.

“Feng Qing’an, what’s going on?”

Curiosity filled Hua Qingyu’s eyes as he flew next to Feng Qing’an. He looked somewhat startled at Black Mountain, who was constantly rubbing against Feng Qing’an.

“Didn’t I tell you when we arrived? I have a flying territory in the Ghost Nation, and it’s right here. This territory is under his watch.”

As Feng Qing’an explained, he rubbed Black Mountain’s fluffy head and introduced him to Hua Qingyu,

“His name is Black Mountain, I raised him from when he was a pup.”

“You raised him from a pup?”

Even though Hua Qingyu was indeed a legitimate disciple of Star Lodging Sect, he did not own a monster king level spirit pet. At that moment, there was a hint of envy and bitterness in his eyes as he looked at Feng Qing’an.

“You’re so lucky!”

“Black Mountain is something I stumbled on, really.”

“Where did you find it?”

“Pretty much just outside my house, otherwise how would I come across it?”

Feng Qing’an let out a hearty laugh, not intending to provide more specifics.

No one would think of the Black Mountain of today as, a few years ago, nothing more than a whimpering, wee pup, so unremarkable that it could’ve no doubt been scooped off the streets, stewed, and eaten in a single sitting.

“Is it a Ghost Wolf?”

Hua Qingyu scrutinized Black Mountain closely and noticed its extraordinary features. Despite a complete absence of supportive bloodlines, it could harness the power of thunder, which in itself was highly unusual.

“Yes! But, its bloodline has mutated a bit.”

“Quite interesting!”

Hua Qingyu drew closer to Feng Qing’an, her face displaying eagerness that she did not bother to hide,

“May I pet it?”

Seeing the blonde girl seeking his permission, Feng Qing’an glanced at Black Mountain and saw its clear, peaceful, blue eyes, and nodded without hesitation,

“Sure.”

“wow~”

The girl cheered and enthusiastically buried her hands in Black Mountain’s thick, heavy fur, brazenly stroking it back and forth, relishing the supreme feel of a demon king’s fur.

“So cozy! Of all the demon kings I’ve touched, you have the best touch!”

Hua Qingyu was extremely generous with her praise, even though Black Mountain didn’t seem to appreciate it.

Grrrr~

“Feng Qing’an, is this your spirit pet? It looks adorable. May I pet it?”

The sweet, sensual voice of a lady sounded, accompanied by a gentle breeze. The true heir of Danding Zong had also come closer, but the moment she got near, Black Mountain’s fur stood on ends.

Its head, initially resting in Feng Qing’an’s embrace, was now raised, its white fangs bared, issuing a deterrent growl at the enticing Danding Zong heir.

The sudden turn of events left the lady speechless and embarrassed, unable to understand how she had offended the demon king.

“Fellow Daoist Feng, what is your spirit pet doing?”

“Brother Jin, there’s no need to pretend to like something or someone when you don’t. It’s just fake flattery.”

Feng Qing’an shifted his gaze to the Danding Zong heir, his eyes brimming with meaning. Black Mountain was soul-contracted to him; it could detect any twitch of the eye, and Feng Qing’an could too.

This lady in front of him, whose eyes were full of seduction, clearly had a dubious intention towards Black Mountain.

It wasn’t an ill intent, merely an intrusive gaze that yearned to dissect everything and turn it into materials for alchemy. It was this unadulterated gaze that had set Black Mountain on edge.

“Your servant understands.”

Jin Suyan retracted her gaze sadly and stepped back. She had hoped to collect fur from the demon king, but it seemed even her disguised desire could not escape the demon king’s acute senses.

“Feng Qing’an, why did you bring us here? What are you planning to do? Didn’t you call us here to show off your pet wolf?”

Seeing the harmonious scene between Feng Qing’an and his pet, someone grew impatient. Xin Fu asked without holding back.

“Of course not. I said we were going to hunt a Ghost King. If you guys aren’t tired, we can set off now.”