The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

“Eat me, will you become immortal? Of course, the premise is, you have to survive and get out.”

Upon hearing the Ghost King’s words, Feng Qing’an burst into laughter. Gulping him down, becoming an Immortal would just be the tip of the iceberg.

However, he was indeed somewhat taken aback, shocked by the allure of the Supreme Body of Ten Thousand Spirits. The Ghost King before him displayed no madness or loss of rationale, yet it couldn’t control its own eruptive greed and devouring desire facing him.

Behind it lay the capital of You Huang Ghost Country, with Donghuang Town, which had advanced to a Ghost Immortal, reigning within. The Cave Sky it crawled into, however, was uncharted territory for it.

Why would a rational Ghost King commit such an action?

Originally, Donghuang’s order directed the two ghost kings to merely send the frenzied ghost creatures into the Cave Sky; they were not permitted to enter. But at this very moment, under the national ruler’s watchful eyes, this Ghost King audaciously acted against the order.

Entry aside, upon seeing Feng Qing’an, instead of backing down, it revealed its major secrets and its deepest intents – all in response to the desire ignited by the aura of the Supreme Body of Ten Thousand Spirits.

“It is no need for Your Highness to worry!”

Even though every inch of Feng Qing’an at this moment exuded dangerous intentions, this hulking Ghost King, seemingly cast from black iron, still stepped resolutely into the Ghost Tide, charging towards Feng Qing’an, high above in the sky.

With a sharp and colossal ghost claw extended, it eagerly attempted to grasp Feng Qing’an, shrouded in thunderbolt and Gang wind. This Ghost King, appearing sane thus far, had completely been overwhelmed by its avaricious desires, resulting in irrational behavior.

“That’s a question I should be pondering once I consume you!”

The Ghost King’s palm, tougher than hundred-times-forged iron, had turned charred and carbonized by the thunderbolt. The flesh and blood it had painstakingly gathered was shredded under the Gang wind, sharper than a bone-scraping steel blade, turning it into a bloody pulp.

The Black Ghost King’s palm lost a layer of flesh and blood the moment it touched Feng Qing’an. Even the dark ghost bones were clearly visible.

“Ah! Where on earth do you get the confidence to devour me?”

Feng Qing’an couldn’t help but sigh lightly. Even though the lightning and wind couldn’t hinder the Black Ghost King’s claw, now reduced to bare bones, five Flame Yang Violent Birds swooped down from different directions.

The aura they emitted was not strong. In terms of condensed spiritual power, they might even lag behind a demon, let alone stand on par with the Monarch.

However, as they glided across the sky, all ghost creatures obstructing their flight path were completely obliterated. When they pounced at the Black Ghost King’s skeletal claw, the result was the same.

Ahh——

The Black Ghost King let out a miserable scream. The power of Flame Sun Birds, unlike the pain caused by lightning and wind, was an absolute, devastating damage. Right at the moment it was touched, the Ghost King released a horrifying scream. This power was something it couldn’t contend with in its present state.

Only then did it shift its attention away from Feng Qing’an. At this time, it also noticed a quietly blooming Flame Sunflower nearby, which caused all the ghosts to keep their distance.

“Flame Sunflower!”

As the Ghost King looked at Feng Qing’an again, its eyes inevitably revealed a sense of dread and terror. Only then did it recall that when the King’s Consort first appeared in You Huang, Flame Spirit Birds similar to Flame Sunflower appeared around him.

Yet, it had just ignored that fact, even intentionally avoiding the power that could impede, or even destroy it. It wasn’t until it was charred by the fiery power that it recalled.

“So you forgot. I overestimated you.”

Seeing the Black Ghost King seemingly just waking up from a dream, as if it had just recalled, Feng Qing’an couldn’t help but rub his brow. He wasn’t sure whether his physique’s allure was too strong, causing this creature to have intermittent memory loss, or if the creature was inherently problematic. After all, the nature of ghost creatures was madness.

“Your Highness, I indeed cannot hurt you, but you think you can rest easy? I can offer you to my Ghost Lord.”

Even though it was naturally terrified of the power of the Flame Sunflower, the Black Ghost King’s greed and craving didn’t diminish in the slightest.

Even if it couldn’t eat him whole, it could offer this King’s Consort to the Ten Tribulations Ghost Immortal above it – didn’t it get a share then? Even if it was just a bit of flesh and a few sips of blood, that would be excellent.

“My Ghost Lord’s Divine Power is not something your Ghost Queen can rival!”

“Really? There’s also a secret method to summon your Ghost Lord. Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance. Use it now and let me witness what kind of divine power your master has. Otherwise, you may miss this opportunity!”

Feng Qing’an glanced at the passageway the Black Ghost King had just crawled in from. Donghuang had already noticed it, or rather, it had been noticed right when the Ghost King extended its claws here.

However, earlier than that, Feng Qing’an had communicated with Donghuang. This ruler too wanted to know what level his physique’s attraction could reach after losing the protection of the Bead of Heaven and Earth.

As for the so-called Ten Tribulations Ghost Immortal, Donghuang also expressed interest to see what was so different about it compared to her newly promoted “Ghost Immortal” who had just gone through the Heavenly Tribulation.

She was not a ghost creature, but an Innate Yin Spirit. From her humble beginnings, she had surpassed the You Ming ghost creatures in many aspects. If it weren’t for splitting almost half of her Innate Origin to take care of her younger sister, she would have been an Immortal from the moment she was born.