The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World - Chapter 232
Chapter 232: Chapter 168: Back from the Brink of Death_2
Translator: 549690339
It had to become a great demon in the shortest time possible. Otherwise, even if it could stay by its master’s side, its status would keep declining. The little Jiaolong wasn’t a problem; it wasn’t even a true spirit, didn’t need to eat or rest, and was always cultivating and learning. That was unbeatable. But this creature couldn’t lose anymore.
Bai Yao, watching the suddenly driven Black Mountain, ignored the water spirit food in front of her and also entered a cultivation state. The behaviour of the two wolves baffled even the usually awestruck goddess.
Are demon cultivators and spirit cultivators so desperate these days that they can’t even sit still for meals and have to find time for cultivation? These two weren’t this devoted before!
“Not bad!”
Taking a look at the two wolves who felt the pressure, Feng Qing’an smiled. He sent a touch of his consciousness into the jade belt around his waist. Immediately, an expansive solitary space spanning several miles was reflected in his heart. A faint Yin Qi drifted about; there were no stars, no moon, but it was not completely devoid of light.
In the center of this desolate space, a giant skeleton sat quietly on a mountain. Its body gave off a faint golden glow, bringing a trivial light to this space, preventing it from plunging into total darkness.
On one side of this giant was a slightly smaller black mountain, on top of which grew a quiet sapling with only three buds. It also emitted a faint light, but it was more to keep the place from being completely frozen. Where its glow touched, it brought some warmth.
Two agile Firewing Flamebirds frolicked among the branches of the sapling, occasionally resting on the third branch and observing the flower bud that had grown to a certain extent. But more often, they were watching a golden-armored figure resembling a dragon wielding a Big Halberd nearby.
It was the Bright Dragon Armor. Because Feng Qing’an had no fixed residence, the Bright Dragon, which had already touched the martial arts and gradually became obsessed with it, became anxious. Then, when Feng Qing’an opened his jade belt to the Bright Dragon, it began to practice martial arts in a place unseen by Black Mountain and Bai Yao, sneakily self-cultivating.
“May I continue eating?”
At this time, the newly metamorphosed and pledged alliance to Feng Qing’an, Sen Miao, asked for the first time, looking at a Chi Wen that had been partially consumed.
“Can you stomach it?”
Feng Qing’an looked at Sen Miao, her body brimming with a peaceful and auspicious aura a true auspicious beast in all senses. Could she still stomach flesh and blood?
“I can!”
Sen Miao, having just undergone a bloodline transformation and awakening, with all the flesh and blood she had just eaten used as fuel, responded categorically. She had only awakened her Qilin bloodline, but didn’t actually become a merciful Wood Qilin.
Even if she had become a Wood Qilin, facing the enemy that had killed her father, she could still devour their flesh and blood, and relish their fresh blood.
“Enjoy it to your heart’s content!”
Feng Qing’an naturally didn’t mind. The true value of dragonkind is not in their flesh and blood, but in the dragon pearl. Next come the dragon scales, dragon horns, dragon eyes, and dragon skin, which are all excellent materials for refining. He just needed to collect these.
With Feng Qing’an’s permission, the now starving Sen Miao moved forward. Just awakened, with her newly controlled Wood Spirit Qi, she infused it directly into Chi Wen’s body.
In Feng Qing’an’s perception, Chi Wen, although already dead with its soul nearly dissipated, was abruptly pulled back. Its once cloudy dragon eyes restored their clarity, but there was no joy in them only limitless fear and pain.
That’s because Sen Miao was using her inherent and most skilfully employed Water Spirit Qi, transforming it into a blade to cut translucent slices of fish meat from Chi Wen’s body, savoring them leisurely.
Watching this scene, which was almost like bringing the dead back to life, Feng Qing’an felt a chill. This guy really awakened the Wood Qilin bloodline? Pretty ruthless.
“Don’t be surprised. Although Miao Miao never met her father, she saw her mother die before her eyes.”
A calm voice entered his ears, and Feng Qing’an looked at Nü Luo, who was watching the scene.
The Mountain god’s expressions were complex. Apparently, even she didn’t expect that the child she watched grow up would use her newfound mythical bloodline in such a brutal way for revenge after she awakened.
“Her mother is dead? Because of Hongxi?”
Feng Qing’an was a bit taken aback. If that was the case, Sen Miao’s reaction wasn’t surprising. Even her great patience, turning into a wild horse and waiting for the opportunity for revenge for hundreds of years, would be understandable.
“No, do you think I am that useless? That she could be bullied by the Water King in my mountain?
Nü Luo looked at Feng Qing’an. If she couldn’t even protect the spirits living in the mountain, what kind of mountain god was she?
“Then why?”
“She died for love. After raising her to be able to survive on her own, she chose to go after her father.”
“This…”
Feng Qing’an was speechless, though Hongxi was not the one who took action, but for Sen Miao, there was no difference.
Moreover, for Sen Miao, who lost her parents and obtained the bloodline inheritance of the wood Qilin which gave her near-resurrection power, it seemed like an invisible mockery. It’s no wonder she chose to take revenge in such a brutal way at this moment; this too was a form of venting.
“Let her eat, she’ll be fine after she’s done!”
“Hmm!”
Feng Qing’an glanced over at Hongxi, who was crying weakly, seeking final peace from him, but chose to ignore him. The cause of the past led to the results of the present, all were self-inflicted, and no one else could be blamed.
Three days later
Within Kaoshan Village under the jurisdiction of Anqing Mansion, a farmer carrying a longbow was wandering in the fields. Due to years of hard work, his face became darker and filled with puzzlement. He always felt something was wrong with these fields, the vegetables he grew seemed different from what he sowed.
But the reality was in front of his eyes. If it wasn’t the same, it means he remembered it wrong. But he had been farming for half his life. How could he get mixed up with this?
Clip-clop-
When the farmer was puzzling over the crops in his field, the sound of a horse’s hooves could be heard. The farmer followed the sound and immediately saw a young man in white, riding atop a tall horse. Behind the majestic black horse, there were two wolves, no, dogs!
A noble son who got lost while hunting in the mountains?
Looking at the forest behind the young man, the farmer, with a rugged demeanor, bowed his head. The noble must have come from the Prefecture City, and he, a mere farmer, did not want trouble.
“Old man.”
He wanted to avoid the nobleman, but the nobleman did not want to let him go. The young man on the high-headed horse called out to him.
“Did the nobleman call out to me?”
Only he, between the fields closer to the forest, looked like a farmer but even more like a hunter. He quickly bowed his waist respectfully.
“Exactly, I wanted to ask, which way to go to Anqing Mansion?”
The young man who came out of the forest riding a horse was Feng Qing’an. The reason he asked for directions was to simply start a conversation because he remembered this place was where he battled with Hongxi.
The aftermath of that battle had destroyed the fields, but he had restored the land, and someone used a Divine Power to restore the crops, but it seemed different.
“Nobleman, if you keep walking straight ahead…”
The farmer quickly informed.
“Thank you, old man!”
After listening patiently, Feng Qing’an pretended to reach into his sleeve, pulled out a handful of small silver pieces, raised his hand and threw them in front of the farmer, who looked a bit astonished but expectant.
“Nobleman, this is ….”
Holding the completely undamaged silver coins that had fallen into his raised hands, the farmer’s voice trembled. He had lived half his life and had never seen so much money before. “This is my fee for asking for directions!” Feng Qing’an said with a laugh. “But this is too much!” The farmer was somewhat uneasy.
“Hahaha, this is not too much at all!”
Feng Qing’an laughed heartily, spurring his horse to move on, with the two
wolves following closely behind..
