The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

Chapter 87: 87 Ghost Wolf General

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“Carry me!”

As soon as Feng Qing’an got out of bed, Nan Ge rushed to lay on his back, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her voice was soft and sweet, her breath as fragrant as an orchid.

She didn’t want to miss any opportunity to be close to Feng Qing’an. Although his appearance and aura had greatly changed in her perception, the very essence of him, the trait that attracted her most, remained unchanged as always.

“Alright!”

Feng Qing’an did not refuse the Yin Spirit girl’s clingy actions. Instead, he readily lifted her legs for her to better lay on his back.

After all, beyond the Demon Qi from Black Mountain, he could also leverage Nan Gels power. However, this required Nan Gels active cooperation, and her potential was unquestionable.

Only when Feng Qing’an instinctively wanted to put on shoes did he realize there were none in his room fit for his now larger feet.

However, Feng Qing’an, feeling the changes in his body, didn’t care about it anymore. Barefoot would be fine, as there were no discomfort.

Crack!

Yet, the moment Feng Qing’an took a step out, he heard a jarring noise. Pulling back his foot, he looked down to see a green brick that had been laid flat on his room floor, now stamped with the clear footprint that he had pressed into it.

“Heehee!”

Seeing Feng Qing’an’s embarrassing state, Nan Ge, who was perched on his shoulders, couldn’t help but laugh.

“Black Mountain!”

Feng Qing’an called Black Mountain, prepared to return the Demon Qi in his body to it.

Although he could control the Demon Qi in his body now, he could not yet control his strength when using it. In this way, he was afraid he could leave a trail of clear footprints all the way from his house to the gate.

“No need to go to all that trouble!”

Perceiving what Feng Qing’an was about to do, Nan Ge held back her laughter and hastily stopped him.

Then, from the robe of Nan Ge, which dangled from her legs supported by Feng Qing’an, sparkle-purplish vines extended out, intertwining in the air before him and grew wide, thick, purplish leaves, creating a supported pathway in mid-air.

“Feng Qing’an, let’s go! This way, you won’t damage your home!”

At Nan Ge’s words, Feng Qing’an turned his head to take a look at her, then cautiously stepped on the vine road. Feeling the stable texture under his foot, he stepped completely on the road.

The surge of power in his body made him unafraid to tread on the suspended vine road that stretched out into the distance.

After tentatively taking a few steps, Feng Qing’an walked from the window into the courtyard, then out of the courtyard. He started to jog, then he began to run all out.

No matter how his speed changed, the speed at which the vines extended, intertwined, and grew leaves, to create his path, was much faster.

Not long after, Feng Qing’an saw the gap to the Underworld that he was already aware of, but seeing it with his own eyes, it was truly the first time.

However, before he arrived at the gap, Feng Qing’an, with Nan Ge on his back, just stopped mid-air, looking toward the mountains, quietly waiting.

“Are you waiting for Black Mountain?”

The girl figured out Feng Qing’an’s intention in a glance.

“Yes, the Demon Qi in my body comes from it after all. If I get separated from Black Mountain, this power of mine might disappear!”

Feng Qing’an’s explanation was reasonable, and Nan Ge nodded, accepting the logic, as this was his first time doing this.

Not long after, a drawn-out wolf howl echoed through the forest. A silhouette, almost indistinguishable from the night, dashed out from the mountains, beset by a demon wind this was Black Mountain.

“Black Mountain! ”

Feng Qing’an was in high spirits at this moment. However, Black Mountain, who rushed all the way from the mountains, was stunned to see Feng Qing’an’s current form and the girl on his back.

It was surprised both by Feng Qing’an’s drastic changes and his similar aura to it. It was even more baffled by the girl, who in just a few days had become so intimate with its master.

For a moment, Black Mountain’s emotions were exceedingly complex, even Feng Qing’an found it hard to figure out.

“Black Mountain, what are you dazing for? Join me in entering the Underworld!”

Feng Qing’an called Black Mountain, and the Ghost Wolf, despite its mixed feelings, obediently followed.

The unnoticeable crack to the Underworld was ripped apart by a force that was shocking to both Feng Qing’an and Black Mountain, creating a large opening big enough for the three of them to pass through.

Looking at all of this, Feng Qing’an took a moment to wet his lips with his tongue but said nothing. Carrying the cheerful Nan Ge, he quickly crossed the threshold, closely followed by Black Mountain.

After they entered the Underworld, the path of vines Feng Qing’an had taken instantly turned into countless purple glowing raindrops and vanished in mid-air, and the torn gap of the Underworld began slowly to heal.

A faint earthy yellow light flashing in the vicinity before silently sinking deep into the ground, leaving a barely audible sigh.

In the Underworld, Feng Qing’an looked out at the barren, debris-covered desert all around, then looked upward at the gloomy sky, facing him was a whistling Yin Wind.

He felt a slight discomfort, but as the Demon Qi from Black Mountain in his body rose and covered him, this Yin Wind felt no more than a cool breeze to him.

“So this is the Underworld, so barren!”

Feng Qing’an couldn’t help but sigh. But he also knew that what he saw now was definitely not the true landscape of the Underworld.

Because there were no Spectral Souls filling the sky and the land, the environment was as terrible as what he was witnessing. That lush jungle he saw when he first entered was likely created by Nan Gels robe.

“Are you disappointed?”

“No, this is just perfect for me at present!”

This was Feng Qing’an’s answer. A barren desert without even one ghost or spirit was not the perfect training ground. Here, he could use his Demon Qi freely, without worrying about the consequences.

While he spoke, loosened his grip, Nan Ge, though unsatisfied, had to get off his back.

“My current strength!”

Feng Qing’an bent down, picked up a thumb-sized rock from the ground, then squeezed it between his fingers. With a simple roll of his fingers, the rock turned into fine dust that scattered from his fingertips.

“Wow, very impressive!”

Pondering the dust that drifted away with the wind, Feng Qing’an continued to test the diverse capabilities of his Demon Qi. He began running around in the vast and desolate territory, inserting his nails, now turned sharp, into rocks. With a slight pull, the rock shattered.

Cracking rocks with bare hands!

At this moment, Feng Qing’an truly felt the power of a demon creature. It was not something a mortal could resist. Even if armored, he could now tear apart a cavalier barehanded..