The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World - Chapter 136
Chapter 136: Chapter 121 So strong! I want it too!_2
Translator: 549690339
Ming Crow glanced contemptuously at the Ghost King, who was engaged in fierce battle in the sky, then turned and led Black Mountain and Gold into an unassuming secluded palace. He was confident that His Majesty was bound to win this battle.
With this, Black Mountain lost sight of the battle in the sky, and thus Feng Qing’an could see nothing. Dong Huang had managed to isolate everything on his own.
Feng Qing’an would not risk Black Mountain’s life to satisfy his curiosity by letting him watch the battle.
Yet, just as Ming Crow was activating the protection array that had long been prepared to seclude the palace, Feng Qing’an heard the roars and accusations coming from outside the palace.
“Boundless righteousness! Dong Huang, you have conspired with the human race of the Yang Realm, betraying the Netherworld!”
“How dare you use the human race’s Terrifying Saint’s Sword to kill my Ghost King of the Netherworld! You have a lot of nerve!”
“A bunch of useless ghosts, see clearly, she is not one of us, she is not the Ghost King! Run! It’s a trap!”
The all-powerful Ghost King who had been flaunting his arrogance when he first appeared was now filled with anger, but that could hardly disguise his panic and discomposure.
“Demons and monsters, dare to rank with me!”
As Dong Huang’s voice echoed between heaven and earth, even Feng Qing’an, who was harbored within Black Mountain, could feel as if a burning sun had risen outside the palace, cleansing of all evils.
That was the last thing he heard and sensed before the array of the palace took shape, blocking off everything. Even though Ming Crow was curious about the battle outside, it still faithfully carried out the orders it had received.
“I can’t see anything!”
After ensuring that Black Mountain was no longer under any threat, Feng Qing’an deactivated the “Sending God Skill.” He could only perceive Dong Huang’s situation through his third Soul Contract, but due to Dong Huang’s unilateral isolation, he could only confirm that Dong Huang was fine.
“I am not completely helpless!”
Feng Qing’an did not resign himself to despair or blame himself for his inability to help. He operated the familiar “Invocation Technique,” granting Dong Huang his Yuan Spirit and the qualities of his Earth God Body. As for
Chun Yang, he had tried before and found that, similarly to his Immortal Spiritual Source, it was exclusive to him as a physical trait and could not be transferred.
The monarch of You Huang Ghost Country, treading on the dark phoenix, wearing a Silver Luan Armor and wielding the Saint’s Sword, stood upon the King City of You Huang Ghost Country. As she swept across all four directions using the sword, it suddenly paused and then lashed out once again.
Yet, Youyou, who bore her, could sense Dong Huang’s momentary stillness, and more prominently, the changes that emerged in Dong Huang after that instant of discordance. “Dong Huang, what’s happening to you?”
“Something good!”
The Ghost Country’s ruler, whose face was typically filled with ruthlessness and the chill of millennia-old glaciers, was now wearing a wisp of a smile. The changes in her were quite apparent.
All the wandering Yin Qi in the heavens and on the earth seemed to be cheering, flocking towards her, enveloping her without any effort, and replenishing the power that she had depleted in battle at an alarming rate.
No need to be thrifty anymore!
One sword light after another appeared behind her.
The Sen Luo Sword Box – seven swords unleashed!
King’s Hatred! Shapeless Shadow! Thousand Year Dream! Evil Dominates Sky! Wolf Slayer! All Souls Silence! Sky Calamity!
One by one, the seven weapons that had once chilled the hearts of many demons across eras, rang again between heaven and earth at this moment, slaughtering the completely broken ghostly creatures that were fleeing in all directions.
“What a pity!”
Feeling the energy within her being drained frantically, but replenishing at an unimaginably fast rate, Dong Huang sighed inwardly.
There were still swords in the sword box that had yet to be drawn, but her power was already at its limit. She couldn’t control eight swords at once, even if she could recover infinitely.
“Feng Qing’an!”
Dong Huang naturally knew where this bonus of power, substantial enough to tip the scale of a battle, came from.
Even though she had gained the upper hand, this power would allow her to achieve more in the battle. She hadn’t thought about this beforehand. She never thought that Feng Qing’an of today could still lend her a hand in such a battle.
“I have underestimated you!”
Dong Huang looked up into the distance, where he could see a massive “bull” fleeing like a mountain.
A Flying Ghost! An ancient plague beast that could spread plague just by walking when alive, and became a Ghost King after falling into the netherworld!
“So this is your true potential!”
The Master of You Huang Ghost Country reached out towards the fleeing Flying Ghost, his palm wide open and his fingers slowly closing.
Simultaneously, the ground beneath the galloping beast trembled, the mountains transformed into fingers, and the earth under its feet morphed into a palm. No matter how much it tried to escape, it was always trapped within this giant hand, unable to escape.
In the midst of the beast’s roar of ultimate despair, the fingers closed, squashing it within the gigantic palm, its thick and filthy black blood gradually seeping out from between the crevices of the rocky fingers.
This ghastly scene left many of the evil ghosts dumbfounded, and the fleeing ghost kings, who had already been frightened by the threat of the Terrifying Saint’s Sword, skyrocketed their pace. Each vilifying creature took to the skies, frantically increasing their ascending altitude.
“What is this?”
Little Phoenix Youyou stared at the fist that had emerged from the earth and had squashed a powerful ghost king within the rocks and soil, utterly shocked.
Because she noticed Dong Huang doing the same thing. When Dong Huang’s fingers clenched, the palm composed of mountains closed into a fist as well.
“Dong Huang? What is this exactly?”
Full of curiosity, Little Phoenix never saw Dong Huang wielding this kind of power before. Most surprising was how she hadn’t detected any fluctuations related to the earth’s power. Yet the ground under the Flying Ghost displayed the same movements as Dong Huang.
“It’s a power I just acquired, and I can only hold on to it for a short while!”
Feeling the dissipation of the Flying Ghost, Dong Huang, too, was surprised by this unforeseen outcome. She was merely trying to halt the steps of this Ghost King who, even though injured severely, miraculously survived a sword attack. It was unexpected, however, that she went overboard and crushed it to death.
“Can I use it too?”
Youyou was immediately intrigued. Since it was temporary, it meant this was not some power that Dong Huang had cultivated herself; it must come from somewhere else.
“You’re a phoenix, why would you need this power?”
“I could be an earth phoenix!”
“Stop fooling around and chase after them! Those guys are about to vanish from sight, we can’t let a single one escape!”
“Alrighty!”
About half a month later, Winter Solstice.
During this time, despite worrying about Dong Huang, Feng Qing’an knew through the Soul Contract that the Master of You Huang Ghost Country wasn’t in any danger. Even so, he continued to maintain the “Sending God Skill”, even if it consumed a significant portion of his soul power every day.
Unless he saw Dong Huang again and ensured that she was safe and free from enemy threats, he would not cease the ritual. Luckily, Dong Huang didn’t keep Feng Qing’an waiting for long.
When the first snow of the 29th year in Yongkang fell, the victorious Dong Huang descended from the netherworld into the human realm.
Unlike before, this time Dong Huang appeared under the broad daylight, invisible to ordinary folks with the exception of Youyou.
Thus, when Feng Qing’an returned from school and pushed open the door to his room, his eyes widened in surprise. A woman in dark attire was sitting quietly at his desk, engrossed in a sacred book.
“You’re back?”
The woman looked up; her peerless beauty held an imposing aura that made people want to bow and worship. However, the moment her eyes fell on the young man, this oppressive aura immediately vanished, replaced by a gentle demeanor.
“Yes, I’m back!”
Feng Qing’an’s face softened, his astonishment replaced by a brilliant smile from the depths of his heart. He responded naturally..
