The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World-Chapter 312 - 207: Heavenly Dragon Monk

Chapter 312: Chapter 207: Heavenly Dragon Monk

Translator: 549690339

[Species: Golden-winged bird]

[Attributes: Demon, Bird, Gold]

[Potential Level: Monarch · Lower Rank]

[Combat Power Level: Monarch · Middle Rank]

In the center of the fourth layer of the Cave Sky, pitch-black spirit wood as thick as dozens of feet and gleaming with an iron-like luster stacks up to form a massive bird nest as large as a mountain, overflowing with robust spiritual energy.

A fierce bird with a golden glow on the edges of its feathers squats within it, its eyes tightly closed as if in a deep sleep, yet an overwhelming murderous intent permeates from its body, intimidating all directions.

“This is the most outstanding demon clan member I’ve nurtured over the past thousand years!”

Jiuling, who was leading Feng Qing’an’s consciousness and hovering over the fourth layer of Cave Sky, felt rather complicated.

The reason it had so readily submitted to Feng Qing’an today and even repeatedly loosened its conditions, no longer confining itself to the Demon Clan, was that after countless attempts throughout the endless years, it had reached a conclusion.

It had no time to waste. If it missed Feng Qing’an, only destruction awaited it. Thus, even if it was the Human Race that showed a glimmer of potential, it would concede.

“This is your best nurtured Demon Clan member?”

Feng Qing’an looked at the fierce bird with golden edges on its feathers in the nest below, where one could still see remnants of black feathers. To tell the truth, whether in terms of appearance, potential, or combat power, Feng Qing’an thought it was quite impressive.

However, it was a joke that this Golden Winged Bird, which was likely only at the Demon King stage, was the most outstanding Demon Clan member nurtured by a Cave Sky spirit after a thousand years.

If so, it’s no wonder that it had given up hope, as its nurturing ability was extremely weak when it came to the Demon Clan.

“I know what you’re thinking, but do you know how low this guy’s bloodline was to begin with? Its origin is the Black Feathered Hawk that you saw when you first came in. I guided it, allowing its blood to evolve step by step, and even gave it the potential to transform into a Golden Winged Dapeng!”

Jiuling, seemingly aware that it was being ridiculed, explained vexedly.

What could it do when the demons it encountered had such low potential? Even if it wanted to operate, there was hardly any room for maneuver.

At the beginning, it couldn’t understand how these demons could be so weak. These guys didn’t even qualify to be guard demons in the Cave Sky.

It slowly understood and figured out that the outside world was now the territory of the Human Race, and the talented and potential demons would not stay here.

What future could the Demon Clan have on human territory? It’s good enough to not get strangled. Therefore, the demons it could meet after the Human Race took control for a long time were naturally disappointing.

As for bloodline, it didn’t want to discuss it anymore. Over the past thousand years, in its Cave Sky, thousands of Black Feathered Hawks had been born, but not a single one could compare to the Golden Winged Bird it had nurtured step by step.

However, even the Demon King, who it had painstakingly nurtured, didn’t catch its eye, as it was hard for it to notice its existence and thought that it had reached its present stage due to its efforts alone.

In reality, if it hadn’t secretly supported it back then, its bones would’ve turned to mud by now, and it wouldn’t have been able to build a nest arrogantly in the Cave Sky. It was a great honor for creatures like it to guard the Cave Sky back then.

“You really worked hard. By the way, has it laid any eggs yet?”

Nonchalantly responding to the constant complaints of the Cave Sky spirit about its hardships in nurturing the Demon Clan, Feng Qing’an couldn’t empathize or understand its feelings, so he simply waited for it to quiet down before asking this question.

Apart from that, Feng Qing’an felt that he still needed a demon bird as a mount. Although Black Mountain and Sen Miao were both capable of flying, their speed would certainly not match that of a demon bird of the same realm.

Even though Jiuling despised it, Feng Qing’an didn’t. Just by looking at the Golden Winged Bird, one could tell that there were awakening bloodlines within it, and its wing had already shown signs.

“Laying eggs… I did want this guy to find more female hawks, lay more eggs, but ever since its promotion, it’s become extremely picky and looks down upon its former peers!”

As Feng Qing’an asked this, it was as if he’d hit a nerve. The Cave Sky spirit, holding resentment for who knows how long, immediately burst out in anger, berating the Golden Winged Demon King and belittling it in every way possible.

It had merely awakened a bit of the Golden Winged Dapeng’s bloodline, but its standards had become extremely high. It became arrogant and picky about everything, even refusing to find an appropriate mate and lay some eggs.

If it were willing to cooperate and lay a few batches of eggs, the Cave Sky spirit could possibly try to nurture a few of them. Who knew if there might be a few outstanding omens among them that inherited the bloodline of the Golden Winged Dapeng, or even surpassed it?

Feng Qing’an immediately stopped engaging in conversation, instead, he took advantage of the power of the Cave Sky spirit to freely observe the Bird King.

It must be said, having control over the Cave Sky felt truly wonderful. All living creatures within the Cave Sky had no secrets before him.

The mysterious and deeply fearful millennia-old clan, the Xiao Family, who were feared by others, were now completely exposed before him. Feng Qing’an had a clear understanding of the clan’s foundation and what it relied on.

The greatest reliance of the Xiao Family within the Cave Sky was the Golden Winged Demon King on the fourth layer. Underneath the eagle’s nest, there was an exceptionally well-hidden treasury. The radiant spiritual energy within it made Feng Qing’an’s eyes sparkle and twinkle.