The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

Chapter 35: Chapter 35: The Demon in the Mountains

Translator: 549690339

All he could see was a surge of spiritual light. Feng Qing’an was shocked by his first attempt at the “Soul Gathering and Cultivation Technique”. At that moment, he felt like he was being drowned in Spiritual Qi. The free-flowing Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth poured into his body like birds returning to their nests, giving him the illusion that his body was about to explode.

Moreover, not only was the absorbed Spiritual Qi reaching a higher level, Feng Qing’an felt that the Soul Power filling his entire body was also transforming in quality the first time he circulated the “Soul Gathering and Cultivation Technique”. Even the first Soul Contract he had formed was becoming more stable.

At that moment, Feng Qing’an suddenly had a premonition. He felt that it wouldn’t be long before he could form a second Soul Contract, despite the added complexity of forming a second contract.

“It really is different!”

As the night deepened, Feng Qing’an slowly opened his eyes, feeling the transformation of the increasingly solid Soul Power within him and revealing a satisfied smile.

However, Feng Qing’an didn’t have the mind to investigate what made the transformed Soul Power different at this time. He used the “Sending God Skill” again. His consciousness, following the Soul Contract, extended to Black Mountain’s body.

Thus, Feng Qing’an once again gained the point of view of Black Mountain. He saw the mountains shrouded in darkness and the pack of wolves in the den, looking up at the Black Mountain with respectful eyes.

“Lead them for a hunt!”

Looking at the fully mobile, unharmed adult wolves, Feng Qing’an gave Black Mountain the order.

Although it hadn’t learned the communication among the pack yet, Black Mountain knew how to express its intentions through body language. Under its low growl and drive, the adult wolves capable of hunting understood its intention and obediently followed.

When the pack was hunting, Feng Qing’an didn’t interfere. This was the wolves’ area of expertise.

Throughout the night, Black Mountain led the pack, patrolling their original hunting area, driving away a herd of wild boars, startling a leopard, and spending the entire night hunting.

By dawn, Black Mountain, filled with the day’s hunt, led the pack back to the den. Over the night, every wolf became more submissive to it.

Some of the female wolves sought to get closer to Black Mountain. However, every time they approached, Black Mountain would emit an intimidating roar, driving them away.

“Black Mountain, it’s time to come back!”

Feng Qing’an called to Black Mountain. Despite Black Mountain’s capability to survive in the wilderness for extended periods, it was not advisable for it to be absent for too long. Plus, it still needed to undergo Soul Integration and Blood Refinement.

Howl-

Black Mountain let out a long howl towards the mountains, and then before sunrise, started to run down the mountain.

After the first experience, the wolves, who had been hunting all night with Black Mountain, chased instinctively for a bit but quickly stopped.

When darkness fell again, their wolf king did indeed return to the den under the moonlight, just as expected.

However, just as the wolves began to get used to this unique wolf king and the new night-hunting lifestyle, their new king took an incredibly unusual action.

Black Mountain led them across the boundary marked by the smell of the neighboring wolf pack.

This act of invasion quickly provoked a fierce retaliation from the pack in the area. But it was also just a regular wolf pack, without any wolf demons.

So, Black Mountain, whose size exceeded that of regular wolves to the extent of a calf, easily crushed the leading wolf of this pack.

Following the wolf’s defeat came the inevitable submission. Wolves, though intelligent, still followed the laws of nature: survival of the fittest.

As such, on the fifth day of entering the mountains, Black Mountain became a wolf king leading twenty wolves.

And this was just the beginning, as Black Mountain no longer needed Feng Qing’an’s guidance. It now knew what to do, and in these short few days, it even learned how to command the other wolves through its howls.

It could even understand human language, let alone the more rudimentary language of beasts.

“Well done!”

For Black Mountain’s successful conquest of another wolf pack, Feng Qing’an did not skimp on his praises. His encouragement was one of the driving forces behind Black Mountain’s actions.

Awoo—

Black Mountain, now starting to integrate into the mountains, standing on the rocks with the pack of wolves following behind it. It looked up at the moon and howled. Its thick fur danced with the night wind, expressing a sense of solitude and wildness.

“Conquer more wolf packs and have all the wolves in the mountains obey your commands!”

Feng Qing’an set a more explicit goal for Black Mountain, and Black Mountain had no objection at all. It obeyed every will and command of Feng Qing’an.

Whatever Feng Qing’an said, that’s what it did. If he told it to be the Wolf King, then it would be the Wolf King.

Thus, a wolf pack of more than a hundred members appeared in the periphery of Green Python Mountain range in just one short month. All the creatures retreated from wherever it passed – even the tigers chose to yield in front of this scale of wolf pack and sought to find new territories.

However, the retreating tigers were discontented. After racing for several miles in the mountains, it ended up in front of a cave full of bones and brimming with a horrible stench. The desperate tiger crouched on the ground, its roar filled with sorrow.

Responding to its call, a gigantic tiger with pendulous eyes and a white forehead walked out from the darkness of the cave. Even in broad daylight, its somber green eyes shimmered with a ghastly glow, staring at the crouched tigress.

Awoo-

The tigress, who had been driven out by the wolf pack, immediately fell submissive to the dominant presence of the tiger, exposing her soft belly from time to time.

But such explicit sign of solicitation didn’t soften the cold attitude of the tiger —it continued to stare at her impassively.

Under this kind of gaze, the body of the seemingly delicate tigress slowly stiffened. She obediently crouched on the ground and started to sob as if telling her story.

Upon hearing her sorrowful cries, the dominant tiger’s demeanor finally changed – a look of interest surfaced on its large, fluffy face.

A wolf pack that forced the tigers to retreat?

Has a little beast demon been born?

The tigress, getting what she wanted, showed her joy. But before she could react, she met a pair of cold, eerie green tiger eyes.

Under the watchful gaze of death, the tigress didn’t dare to linger any longer and scampered away.

The white-foreheaded tiger, who had driven the tigress away, stared in the direction she had left. Confirming that she wouldn’t return, it finally started to move – raising a gale and heading for the outskirts of the mountain.

Whether to make this recently developed little wolf demon submit or to use it as nourishment, either option was excellent..