Translator: AnubisTL
Fan Tong, whose cultivation was only at the early stages of transformation, stood no chance against the black mist man.
The difference between their cultivation realms spanned an entire major realm. No matter how extraordinary the bloodline of the heavenly demon tiger, it was impossible to bridge such a vast gap and defeat an opponent across an entire major realm.
"Awwr!"
Entangled in layers of black mist, Fan Tong was battered and torn. His dark purple fur was ripped open, revealing glimpses of the fifth-tier tiger bone beneath his flesh.
"Hmph, so stubborn. As expected of a demon beast—wild and untamable."
"If you continue to resist, I won't hesitate to kill you and take your bones. I'll also claim your demon core and demon spirit. It would be quite a profitable haul."
As he spoke, the man intensified his suppression of Fan Tong. Swirling black mist seeped into the tiger's flesh, instantly seizing control of his life and death.
"Roar!" Fan Tong whimpered, his strength failing him. He was now completely bound by the dense, suffocating black mist.
Satisfied with this display of dominance, the black mist man approached Fan Tong. He extended a finger and pressed it directly onto the king-shaped pattern on the tiger's forehead.
With effortless ease, the black mist man's formidable divine sense power surged into Fan Tong's Sea of Consciousness. Within, a small tiger bared its fangs, glaring at the intruding divine sense.
But how could such a weak demon spirit possibly withstand the divine sense of a Divine Transformation stage cultivator?
The black mist man's divine sense effortlessly suppressed Fan Tong's demon spirit. He prepared to forcibly implant a spiritual contract, seeking to subdue this rare heavenly demon tiger.
Yet the Master-Servant Spirit Contract he attempted to implant was immediately repelled.
"Hmm?! This demon tiger already has a master. My Master-Servant Spirit Contract cannot take root."
"No wonder it's so fiercely independent, resisting to the bitter end even at the risk of its life."
The black mist man snorted coldly, his displeasure evident. Having already set his sights on this heavenly demon tiger, he refused to give up easily.
His divine sense swiftly shifted, probing the existing spiritual contract bound to Fan Tong.
"Oh? This contract is remarkably dim and weak, its power nearly nonexistent."
"Your master must be on the verge of death, wouldn't you say? What reason could you possibly have to cling to a dying man?"
"Why not let me forcibly sever this contract? You could follow me instead. In two hundred years, I'll take you with me to ascend to the upper realm, where you'll enjoy eternal freedom and bliss."
Yes, the black mist man quickly realized that the spiritual contract on Fan Tong had become dim and weak, easily dispelled.
This contract had been established by Li Qing in his early years, when he was still in the qi refining realm. Back then, he needed the contract to coordinate better with Fan Tong in battle against certain opponents.
Later, as their bond deepened and they began calling each other brothers, there was no need to strengthen the contract further.
The so-called Master-Servant Spirit Contract had long become a mere formality.
Yet Fan Tong resisted fiercely. He knew that once Li Qing's contract was erased, the black mist man would forcibly impose a Master-Servant Spirit Contract of his own, stripping him of all freedom.
"That contract was left to me by my big brother," Fan Tong declared. "If you forcibly erase it, I will immediately take my own life." He had no choice but to threaten his own life, a desperate measure.
The black mist man hadn't expected such fierce resistance from the Demon Tiger. His brow furrowed slightly.
"Judging by the state of this contract, your master is on the verge of death, likely to perish at any moment. Why struggle so desperately?"
"Why not come with me? In the future, I can help you refine that fifth-tier Tiger bone within your body. Once we reach the upper realm, if the opportunity arises, you might even glimpse the splendor of the divine transformation stage."
Upon hearing this, Fan Tong nearly lost his composure. But after careful consideration, he realized that if he failed to retrieve the Gold Fire Mark from the Western Heaven Pavilion, Li Qing would indeed be doomed to eternal slumber.
After a long period of contemplation, Fan Tong finally spoke: "I came to the Cloud Marsh Domain specifically to retrieve an item from the Western Heaven Pavilion that can save my big brother."
"If you can help me obtain that item and allow me to return it to my sect to save my big brother's life, then I'll agree to go with you."
At this, the black mist man chuckled softly. "It seems you still haven't grasped your situation. Do you really think you're in a position to negotiate with me?"
Hearing this, Fan Tong's heart turned to ashes. He prepared to detonate his demon spirit, intending to take the man down with him.
However, the black mist man quickly suppressed the fluctuations of his demon spirit.
"Good, good, truly a loyal and valiant Demon Tiger."
"Given your unwavering loyalty, what harm would there be in helping you retrieve that item today?"
"But you must understand," the black mist man warned, "if you go back on your word, I won't hesitate to personally slaughter your so-called sect."
Fan Tong knew the man wasn't joking. A Divine Transformation Great Power possessed the absolute strength to carry out such a threat.
"Rest assured," Fan Tong replied grimly. "As long as you don't harm my big brother or my sect, I will join your ranks and serve you from this day forward."
The black mist man nodded in satisfaction. "Very well, I accept your terms. I was planning to visit the Western Heaven Pavilion anyway."
With a wave of his hand, the black mist surged across the sky above the Cloud Marsh Domain.
Boom!
In an instant, the man and the tiger vanished into the Heavenly Domain, leaving only a lingering scent of blood in their wake.
The Western Heaven Pavilion was nestled in the southwestern region of the Cloud Marsh Domain, a land of dense forests and towering mountains where few passable roads could be found.
Beneath a mountain range stretching nearly a thousand miles, a magnificent complex of pavilions and halls stood in orderly rows. The spiritual energy here was exceptionally dense, far surpassing that of other regions.
As the sole immortal dao hegemon of the Cloud Marsh Domain, the sect naturally enjoyed access to the area's high-grade spiritual veins.
But today, a thick, oppressive black mist rolled in from the sky like a tidal wave.
Boom!
The overwhelming aura, barely concealed, sent tremors through every living being within a thousand-mile radius, all clearly sensing the terrifying spiritual pressure emanating from the black mist.
Kun Yuan, accompanied by Fan Tong, personally arrived at the scene.
Before Kun Yuan even reached the Western Heaven Pavilion, two figures swiftly emerged from cave abodes within the mountain gate.
These were the current pavilion elders, each possessing formidable cultivation: one at the early Nascent Soul Realm, the other at the mid-Nascent Soul stage.
With the pavilion master's death, they had rightfully assumed leadership of the Western Heaven Pavilion.
Yet these two elders, whose names once commanded awe throughout the Cloud Marsh Domain, now stood trembling within the sect's formation art, daring not to venture a single step beyond its boundaries.
Boom!
The black mist surged forward, rapidly revealing two figures.
One was completely shrouded in mist, obscuring his true features. The other was a handsome young man with striking purple hair.
(End of the Chapter)
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