The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World Chapter 42 – Chapter 42: Chapter 42: A newborn demon, devoid of martial morality

Chapter 42: Chapter 42: A newborn demon, devoid of martial morality

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[Hidden Achievement Completed]

[Swallowed a spiritual object, significantly enhancing the potential of pets, transcending life levels]

[Reward: Authority to appraise spiritual objects]

The sudden notification startled Feng Qing'an, which led Heishan who had just left the tiger's cave, reluctantly backtrack. They arrived once again at Springinous, “Appraise!”

[MO Jing Grass]

[A spiritual grass nourished by the aura of earth veins and water spirits, capable of enhancing the potential and bone structure of spirits below the rank of War General]

The information projected into his consciousness was as brief as before. The details were already mastered by Feng Qing'an. Even so, it brought him an unexpected joy.

Because it took him several days to figure out the effects of this Spirit Grass. What if the grade and quantity of the spiritual object were higher, and it was the only one, how could he test it?

Now he intended to let Heishan, carrying his big brother's book, wander around the mountain and find the creatures lurking deep in the mountain, let alone the spiritual objects guarded by them.

With the appraisal authority unveiled at this moment, he no longer needed to test it on a wolf cub, as he now could know the effects of spiritual objects.

“Heishan, take your wolf pack and patrol the mountain!”

Awooo_

With its head lifted, Heishan let out an exhilarating long howl, then ignited its four paws, and started to sprint.

Tonight was adorned with twinkling stars casting faint starlight onto the earth below. The bright moon hid in the depths of clouds, every now and then casting a dimly visible glow between the gaps.

In the deeper part of Green Python Mountain, an open valley, countless luminous green spots scattered. They flickered occasionally in the dim starlight and moonlight, hinting at their silent owners—no other than the eyes of numerous wolves.

This spectacle was one that the hunters, woodcutters, and farmers who lived outside the mountains would never wish to behold, even in their wildest dreams—a congregation of hundreds of wolves just ahead.

However, the numbers of these astonishing packs of wolves were clearly demarcated, parted by a shallow stream, confronting each other over the waters.

These two extraordinarily large wolf packs, exposing beyond the common Imowledge a clear distinction in numbers—one consisted of merely over fifty, while the other by the stream was almost tenfold this size.

It wasn't only the scale of the wolf pack, even the strength of each of the commanders leading the two packs was evident at a glance.

The commander of the wolf pack of hundreds, was a wolf as bulky as a bull, with eyes flashing like ghost fires and tangible demon qi entwining its body.

A smaller wolf pack, whose size barely exceeded the standard scale, had a commander that was barely the size of a domestic sheep. A wolf smaller than half of the fearsome Ghost-eye Wolf King.

The inarguable disparity in quantity and individual strength was evident.

Under normal circumstances, the outcome of this small wolf pack

encountering this large wolf pack was twofold—they could either submit on the spot or be slaughtered.

But strangely enough, the larger wolf pack, which held an absolute advantage in terms of both quantity and individual strength, appeared timid and hesitant to attack. On the contrary, the smaller but determined wolf pack growled without rest.

And the architect behind this odd scenario was none other than their respective wolf commanders.

The bull-sized wolf king with ghostly eyes, when met with the smaller wolf king that could be slain in one bite from it, turned and attempted to run away.

The strange item tied onto the small wolf king—who was chasing the Ghost-eye Wolf King that was more than twice its size—created an intriguing spectacle.

Once they came within a certain distance of each other, that fearsome wolf king, that even the mountain tigers usually avoided, directly collapsed onto the ground. No matter how hard it struggled, it couldn't stand. Its eyes were filled with terror, it let out helpless howls.

The wolf pack couldn't perceive the blinding golden light radiating from the heavens, only brushing against the surrounding trees. They could only witness that the seemingly unbeatable Ghost-eye Wolf King, who held an absolute superiority, was being stepped on by a smaller wolf king under its claws who didn't dare to retaliate.

The world of the Ghost-eye Wolf King, along with its physical and mental perception at this moment, was unimaginable for these wolves, who no longer revered it because their perspectives differed, they couldn't empathize with its situation.

The current Ghost-eye Wolf King was filled with trepidation and confusion.

What exactly was the golden light on this smaller wolf king?

It had lived in the deep mountains and had never left these woods; its territory was so vast that even the herb collectors, woodcutters, and hunters had never seen it.

It didn't understand what this terrifying power was—the one that made the overwhelming demon qi that usually filled its body suddenly lay dormant and motionless!

But this didn't hinder the fear in its heart. It couldn't even muster a bit of strength now. Its body, mind, and soul were all being suppressed entirely.

Thus, its life was no longer in its control but was dominated by this smaller wolf that had its claws on it.

Awooo-

At this moment, the audacious Heishan, who is stepping on the powerful Ghost-eye Wolf King in front of him, is filled with pride. Its strength was beyond compare when compared to their common spirit creature peers.

But, even as such, a powerful creature like this was being stepped on by the claws, although not its own achievement, it was still the same scenario.

Under the wild howling of Heishan, which seemed pitifully weak in front of the Ghost-eye Wolf King, the wolves following the Ghost-eye Wolf King all hung their heads low. The ones closest even rolled over on their backs.

The world of wild beasts in the mountains was simply like this—pure and simple. They wouldn't ponder much into the peculiarity of the situation in front of them, they wouldn't think too deeply.

They only paid attention to the final result—the fact that the wolf king, who they were usually afraid to defy, was now being stepped on by a smaller wolf. Although it was small and weak, small did not mean weak.

Moreover, this smallness was relative to the terrifying wolf king. Compared to these common mountain wolves, Heishan was still a force to be feared and looked up to.

Therefore, when the wolf pack witnessed Heishan's arrogant stance, surrendering to it felt like the natural order of things. Surrendering to a more superior creature of their species was customary.

“Heishan!”

“Big brother is mighty!”

If not for Heishan carrying his big brother's book, the idea of stepping on the head of such a mighty wolf king and flaunting its victory would've just been a wild fantasy!

Feng Qing'an felt genuinely aggrieved on behalf of the humiliated wolf king beneath Heishan! It was too unfair!

A fledgling monster not respecting the martial morality!

Awooo-

Heishan, absorbed in his own world, was ecstatic as it victoriously stood over the wolf king. Nothing could be more gratifying.

Yet, when it looked at its fellow creature beneath its paw, still gasping for breath and tears flowing from the corners of its eyes, Heishan couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

Why is it still alive? It can still breathe!

Chapter end