The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

Chapter 90: Dragon Robe

Translator: 549690339

“You refuse?”

Looking at the peacock that had stepped back in front of him, a playful smile appeared on Feng Qing’an’s face. Clearly, this was a peacock with its own ideas.

Because, the righteousness left by his elder brother only enveloped the courtyard. If this peacock wanted to become a demon, it only needed to fly out of the yard, and obviously, it had already had this ability.

But this peacock never left the yard from beginning to end, always playing dumb in the yard, preferring to be a peacock that could be slaughtered at any time rather than leaving.

“Well then, stay here!”

Feng Qing’an didn’t force the peacock and didn’t insist on taking it out of the yard. Since it had its own dreams and aspirations, he would let it stay here. Feng Qing’an was also curious about what this peacock, whose potential keeps increasing under the suppression of righteousness, will eventually become.

Even poultry and beasts do not only have the path to becoming demons. The White Wolf Lord in the mountains has taken the path of the spirits, thus not restrained by righteousness.

“Black Mountain, let’s go!”

Under the cover of the heavy snow in the early morning, Feng Qing’an left the village with Black Mountain, then directly mounted on the transformed Black Mountain and headed to the mountains.

This was Feng Qing’an’s first time entering the mountains, so when Black Mountain took him into the snow-capped forest, the winds and snows from all directions suddenly froze in the air.

Then, under Feng Qing’an’s surprised gaze, they transformed into a refined gentleman in a white robe. Even in such a harsh snowy environment, this gentleman looked extraordinary and unbridled; yet in his hands, he held a stack of robes.

“Mountain god!”

Unexpectedly, Feng Qing’an did not anticipate that the mountain god would think so highly of him. He had just set foot in the mountains and the mountain god showed up. Thus, he dismounted from Black Mountain and walked towards the god.

“A rather fascinating method of cultivation!”

The mountain god scrutinized Feng Qing’an head to toe, admiration gleaming in his eyes.

He obviously could see the transformation in Feng Qing’an was brought by the demon power from Black Mountain. It’s not uncommon for human bodies to control demon power, but the way Feng Qing’an did it was the mountain god’s first time seeing.

“Why are you here?”

Fenz Qing’an asked. Rezardless of the friendlv attitude of the mountain zod towards him, or the existence of the mountain god himself, was all worthy of his respect.

“In the Twelfth Lunar Month of the cold winter, how can one walk around bare? Even if you are not affected, it’s not the right etiquette. This is my old attire. If you don’t mind, I’ll gift them to you!”

“Thank you, mountain god!”

Naturally, Feng Qing’an wouldn’t be ungrateful. He quickly expressed his gratitude and then took the clothes from the gentleman in front of him. Just by touching the clothing, Feng Qing’an could tell that this set of robes was no ordinary attire.

“No need to thank me, you don’t mind it being used is enough.”

The stagnant wind and snow howled. When Feng Qing’an looked up, there was no sign of the gentleman from the white mountain. It seemed like the moment the robes were handed over, he had already integrated into the wind and snow, transforming into dancing snowflakes decorating the mountains.

“This clothing…”

Feng Qing’an reached out to touch the white clothes with faint turquoise patterns. The soft yet sturdy texture was not what silk fabric should possess. The turquoise patterns were clearly organized scales.

Used clothes!

The corner of Feng Qing’an’s mouth twitched, and without any hesitation, he put on the full set of clothes. The mountain god said these were old clothes and hoped he wouldn’t mind, but that was just polite words. Any piece among them would be priceless.

Soon, Feng Qing’an donned the soft attire. Through Black Mountain’s eyes, Feng Qing’an saw a handsome yet extraordinary young man in a white robe with an unhidden wild temperament.

“So worthy of me!”

Feng Qing’an was rather pleased with his current appearance. The wildness was an effect of magical power, which was inevitable, but he didn’t mind.

“Black Mountain, let’s go! ”

Dressed in new clothes, Feng Qing’an mounted Black Mountain and galloped all the way into a valley with hot springs.

Although snow fell in this place, no accumulation could be seen on the ground. A persistent warmth lingered, giving rise to visible steams and robust plants.

As Black Mountain entered the valley, the wolves spending their winter here immediately encircled him from all directions. Leading them was a giant wolf as big as a bull, with eyes burning like Ghost Fire, followed by more than twenty wolf spirits.

Feng Qing’an had seen such scenes countless times through Black Mountain’s eyes, but it was his first time experiencing it in person. Yet, he showed no fear, instead, he dismounted proactively.

Seeing Feng Qing’an intrude their territory brought a mix of reverence and curiosity in the wolves’ gaze, sensing the aura of a Wolf King.

Those transformed wolves, especially those in the War General-rank, like the Ghost Eye-Wolf, held genuine fear and awe in their hearts.

Not only did they detect the aura of a Wolf King, but also a higher, terrifying deterrence, like facing formidable, endless mountains.

Fortunately, this feeling was only fleeting. Still, as Feng Qing’an held the alpha wolf in his hand like a house pet with none of the wolf spirits daring to move, it all seemed amusingly dull.

“What a bore! ”

Seeing these unusually well-behaved wolf spirits, Feng Qing’an was rather disappointed. He had prepared to conquer them by force.

However, when Feng Qing’an returned the magical power back to Black Mountain, all the wolf spirits still cowered as if facing certain death.

Worth mentioning, when Feng Qing’an shrunk in size, his clothes did not fall, but changed with him, perfectly fitting his size.

“The mountain god is really generous!”

What the so-called old clothes from the mountain god represented, Feng Qing’an was very clear.

Even without using the magical power from Black Mountain, he knew he could roam free in the mountains, and no one would dare to trouble him.

“If I have the chance, I will certainly return the kindness!”

Feng Qing’an whispered softly. He believed in accepting one’s kindness but not taking it for granted

“Black Mountain, what kind of expression is that?”

After inspecting the wolf pack, Feng Qing’an turned around to find Black Mountain sitting sulkily, obviously jealous.

He reached out and hit it once, asserting his status.

This allowed Feng Qing’an while performing “Spirit Attraction Blood Refinement Skill” on the wolves, to hold them down with each well-behaved and submissive, just like Black Mountain was once.

Those wolf spirits received the “Condensing Spirit Bone Tempering Skill”. After receiving benefits under Feng Qing’an, they tasted the sweetness. Within half a day, Feng Qing’an easily superseded Black Mountain and became the most welcomed one in the wolf pack.

Black Mountain didn’t mind at all. In fact, it was quite excited to carry Feng Qing’an back home.

However, as they approached the village, they ran headlong into a troop of knights with fluttering banners and solemn majesty.

But Feng Qing’an was sharp-eyed, and in the midst of the snow, he spotted a familiar horse carriage surrounded by the knights. The flag fluttered with a large “Feng” character on it – impossible to miss..