The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

Chapter 39: Promotion, Chance for transformation

Translator: 549690339

The smell of blood pervaded the air, a nauseating stench assault on the senses.

However, Black Mountain, now steeped in the euphoria of avenging its implacable enemy, seemed indifferent. It held its head high and let out a long and piercing howl, which echoed throughout the wilderness.

Awooo_

At the sound of the wolf king’s majestic roar, howls responded from every nook and corner of the forest, one after another.

Soon enough, like rivers converging into the sea, one by one, the wolves that had dispersed under Black Mountain’s command started to assemble at its location from all directions.

Each arriving wolf was filled with awe by the sight of the blood-drenched Black Mountain. The body of an enormous tiger, its belly ripped open, lying at the foot of Black Mountain compounded their awe and reverence.

Despite their curiosity about the strange items that their Wolf King was bound with, none of the wolves dared to make a peep. They obediently lay under Black Mountain, awaiting the arrival of more of their kind.

Standing atop the tiger’s corpse, Black Mountain held its head high and enjoyed the wind’s gentle caress. The tiger’s heart, ripped apart and devoured, was now being digested, its energy fortifying Black Mountain’s vitality, energizing its blood.

The wounds that were itching due to the nourishment of spiritual qi now felt a surge of energy, which accelerated their healing. This overly abundant energy only increased the itch, making the sensation almost unbearable.

Black Mountain had to muster all its willpower to endure the itch, that was driving it crazy enough to roll around on the ground. But alas, with so many wolves watching, it had to maintain the dignity fitting of a Wolf King!

The energy derived from the tiger’s heart not only accelerated the healing but was gradually strengthening Black Mountain’s physique as well.

Simultaneously, Feng Qing’an felt a scorching flow gushing out from his forehead, flowing down along his spine, caressing each part of his body, nourishing his bones and flesh.

“Did I level up?”

Feng Qing’an knew that this comfortable feeling could only mean one thing. He summoned his interface with a thought. He himself had not changed, but Black

Mountain had.

[First Soul Contract: Black Mountain]

[Race: Wolf]

[Attribute: Demon, Beast]

[Potential Level: Spirit AwakeningMedium]

[Combat Power Level: Spirit AwakeningMedium]

Feng Qing’An nodded in understanding, as the mechanical prompt timely sounded,

[Illusion Beast Master.Side Quest.Potential Awakening, Completed]

[Reward: “Condensing Spirit Bone Tempering Skill”, Claim it?]

“Claim it!”

A technique designed for Beast Masters imprinted in Feng Qing’an’s consciousness, never to be forgotten. The key points which were subtly mentioned were self-explanatory and he could attempt to implement them right away.

“I will first have to test it on the chickens and ducks at home. My apologies in advance.”

Feng Qing’an muttered after perusing the technique briefly. A mistake in practicing this secret would harm a pet beast more than the “Spirit Attraction Blood Refinement Skill” would, He had no choice but to take advantage of the poultry at home first. If worst comes to worst, he could always buy another batch.

At this moment, Black Mountain was standing tall, maintaining the dignity of the Wolf King as it calmly enjoyed the night breeze, all while waiting for the itching from its healing wounds to subside. Only about thirty of the wolves that heeded its calls had returned.

The Tiger Beast had not killed that many, but some wolves chose not to return. Perhaps they fled faraway and didn’t hear the call.

However, Black Mountain wasn’t concerned about such things in that moment. Its only concern was the wolves in front of it, who were willing to continue following its lead. Without Feng Qing’an’s guidance, it let out a long howl and then leapt down from the tiger’s body.

The pack of wolves, obeying its command, looked at each other in disbelief, until Black Mountain let out another growl, and then they swarmed to divide up the tiger beast.

“Well done, Black Mountain!”

Seeing Black Mountain’s actions, Feng Qing’an couldn’t help but compliment it. Continuing to rule the pack was necessary. Without the wolf pack’s desperate fight that night, Black Mountain probably wouldn’t still be standing here.

Even though these ordinary wolves were powerless against the slaughter of the tiger beast, it was only because the gap in power was too great. But if there were wolves transformed into monsters, even the tiger beast would not dare to attack the wolf pack.

“Right, stop staring around here, hurry up! Remember the scent of this beast and go find its den, there might be some treasures!”

Feng Qing’an suddenly remembered, if there were beasts in the mountains, then there must also be Spirit Grass. If the beasts could gain Spiritual Qi, there was no reason why the countless flowers, grasses, and trees around them could not.

Roar!

Upon hearing Feng Qing’an’s orders, Black Mountain roared at the wolves feasting on the tiger’s corpse, and immediately turned to venture deeper into the mountain in search of the tiger’s cave.

As for the possible dangers of venturing deeper into the mountains, Feng Qing’an didn’t care much. After all, the book bag was still on Black Mountain’s back. As for Black Mountain, it now understood how terrifying the ordinary and common golden light could be.

If it could encounter another beast, it might not even have to lift a claw and could simply enjoy a meal of high-quality blood. After a few such meals, even if it encountered another beast as powerful as the tiger beast, it wouldn’t need to back down.

However, even the most powerful beasts maintain a distance to avoid each other when food is sufficient. The same rule applies to the magical creatures. As a result, Black Mountain ran for tens of miles without encountering the magical creature it hoped for.

Along the way, it did encounter a few packs of wolves, but Black Mountain didn’t have the time to deal with them. It had to find the Spirit Grass that might exist deep in the tiger’s lair.

As the sun began to rise, Black Mountain finally found a rock cave filled with a pungent odor. The cave was surrounded by bones, and the nearby area was devoid of animals. Only a few stubborn wild grasses were growing in the cracks of the rocks.

Howl-

Seeing such a fierce environment, Black Mountain couldn’t help but let out a puzzled howl. Although it didn’t know much, based on the current environment, could there be any spiritual entities here?

“Go in and see, such a large beast should have some good things in its cave!”

Upon seeing the vicious environment of the tiger’s cave, Feng Qing’an felt a

little disheartened, not holding much hope for the presence of the Spirit Grass.

At this moment, Black Mountain took a few steps towards the cave, and its wet black nose twitched twice. Among the pungent odor, it smelled a faint but peculiar fragrance that was particularly prominent in this place.

Black Mountain naturally turned towards the deep cave following this faint scent, although the pungent odor emanating from it was extremely strong, and even formed a faint miasma.

For a sensory creature like Black Mountain, staying here was torment.

However, the faint fragrance mixed with the pungent odor was enticing Black Mountain. Feng Qing’an noted the anomaly. He remembered that the big beast’s fur was smooth and clean, without any filth.

“Go in and see. The things outside might be camouflage!”

Immediately, Black Mountain stopped hesitating and carefully stepped into the tiger’s cave. The sight of bones lay out on the ground and a pungent odor hit its nostrils. Rotten meat was strewn all around yet in this stench, the delicate fragrance was exceptionally prominent.

Following the scent, Black Mountain delved deeper into the cave. The bones on the ground became fewer, the pungent smell in the air gradually faded, and the strange scent grew stronger.

When Black Mountain reached the end of this cave, there was no longer any trace of the pungent odor. The ground was clean and tidy, and the air was filled with a rich aroma that made Black Mountain’s saliva secrete continuously.

The source of the peculiar aroma lay here. A spring gurgled on the ground. On its bank, a dozen unknown plants of varying sizes, as if carved from black jade, gently swayed, emitting a faint glow..