Chapter 472: Two Months Later

"Xiao Qing, you can speak now." Seeing Xiao Qing gesturing for a long time, Yang Tian smiled. He walked forward; the most important thing now was to find a place to hide.

Hearing this, Xiao Qing's golden eyes rolled for a moment, then he stammered, "Yang... Tian..."

"This damned bird! When I get strong, I'll roast it!" Da Hu grumbled indignantly, his two tiger claws clashing against the broken golden small sword as he shouted.

"Stop pretending to be pitiful. I'll forge another one for you later." Pouting, Yang Tian kicked Da Hu's scorched belly and said mockingly.

"Yang Tian, I got hurt saving you. You can't be stingy." Da Hu squinted at Yang Tian, his big eyes rolling around, then grinned.

"Since you performed well, I'll reward you later." Shaking his head slightly, Yang Tian hadn't expected Da Hu to be able to attack the Tianpeng; he had some ferocity in him.

"He is from the Tianpeng clan..." On Yang Tian's shoulder, Xiao Qing gestured for a while, finally speaking smoothly, his voice very childish and milky.

"I know he's from the Tianpeng clan, but why did that bird attack you? It looked like he wanted to kill you." Yang Tian rolled his eyes and said slowly.

Hearing this, Xiao Qing's eyes instantly sharpened, and he said indignantly, "Before I was born, his elder ambushed me and left a hidden injury!"

"Oh..." Yang Tian's eyelids twitched involuntarily as he pondered. Given the Golden-Winged Roc King's care for Xiao Qing, if something happened to his offspring, he would not let it go easily.

"How despicable! He wanted to kill Xiao Qing before he was even born. How could he be your clansman?" Yun'er clenched her jade hand and muttered.

"I don't know what's going on either. I can't remember many things." Xiao Qing gestured with his wings, unable to explain clearly.

"Where does that bird come from?" At this moment, a cold glint appeared in Yang Tian's eyes as he said calmly. Not to mention the near-fatal attack earlier, given that Xiao Qing was attacked before birth, Yang Tian would also take action.

"Um... it seems to be Mount Yi!" Xiao Qing thought for a moment and said solemnly. That was his birthplace, but he had long since left.

"Mount Yi!" Hearing this, Yang Tian's pupils constricted slightly. This was a divine mountain! He had heard of it long ago; it housed many terrifying beings, all of whom were powers that intimidated one region.

"It's not just the Tianpeng clan; that White Tiger should also be from Mount Yi!" Yang Tian murmured. He had originally thought divine beasts were extremely rare, but unexpectedly, just one Mount Yi had two races.

"It seems they all came for Daoshen Mountain!" After a moment of silence, Yang Tian said slowly. Even the beings from the divine mountain had mobilized, showing the allure of Daoshen Mountain!

Their group walked for the time it takes to burn two incense sticks, searching until they found a secluded valley. The essence of heaven and earth within was quite abundant, the air very clear, and at the center there was even a spirit lake.

Little Qing was extremely powerful; merely the divine fluctuations he emitted subdued some of the creatures inside.

"Let's stop here..." Yang Tian's eyes swept around for a moment, then he nodded.

Everyone began to busy themselves. Little Qing entered the Ancestral Dragon Ring to recover from his severe injuries. He had been gravely wounded just after taking form, and if he didn't recover in time, it would inevitably leave sequelae for his future cultivation.

Yang Tian handed a large pile of refining materials to Yun'er, asking her to set up a concealment formation around the area. Da Hu drooled at the sight—these materials were all extraordinary.

Seeing this, Yang Tian's eyes fell on Da Hu's mangled body. He was silent for a while, which made Da Hu feel uneasy.

Bang! Yang Tian flicked his finger, and three drops of divine liquid instantly landed on Da Hu's body. His robust frame immediately burst into flames, radiating terrifying essence.

"Aow... so comfortable..." Da Hu screamed. It felt like countless ants crawling through his limbs and bones; his mouth and nose spewed endless precious light. His external injuries healed at a terrifying speed.

"What kind of divine liquid is this!" Da Hu was extremely eager. In just a few breaths, his outer skin became shiny, as lustrous as silk, and new fur grew out, each hair vibrating with a clanging rhythm.

"Don't talk, cultivate quickly!" Yang Tian shook his head slightly and said with a faint smile. Da Hu was not far from breaking through to the Demon Emperor realm, and then he would be a powerful combatant.

Yang Tian placed two pieces of sunflower gold, each the size of a thumb, in front of Da Hu. These were left over from when Yang Xiao had refined the Eight Gates Soul-Locking Formation.

"Only two pieces of sunflower gold..." Da Hu was extremely excited—this was the highest-grade refining material, very rare—but still unsatisfied, he muttered.

Hearing this, Yang Tian rolled his eyes and then walked forward.

Time flew by; two months had passed. Since the last encounter with the Roc's ambush, Yang Tian's group had been cultivating in the valley without any other incidents, remaining in peace and tranquility.

Inside the Ancestral Dragon Ring, flames soared into the sky, and scorching waves filled the air. A fiery red furnace floated high in the void, exuding oppressive pressure.

Not far ahead, a young boy in blue clothes lay lazily on the ground. He looked only eleven or twelve years old, his whole body shimmering with azure light, emitting a faint, elusive pressure.

This was Little Qing. He had become very proficient in the art of transformation. He fiddled with a precious herb in front of him, looking content and joyful.

"Open!" At that moment, Yang Tian shouted softly. He opened his eyes, and the lid of the furnace suddenly flew off. A blazing burst of fire shot out, distorting the void itself.

This was a blood-red pill, covered in patterns. The pill contained a very fierce baleful aura, like a pill dyed in blood, and its life force was also astonishing.

"Hmm, this Blood Lotus Pill is finally refined." Gazing at the pill absorbing essence in the void, Yang Tian said with a smile.

It was a fifth-rank mid-grade pill, refined with Blood Fiend Lotus as the main ingredient. This precious herb was obtained by Yang Tian deep within the Fallen Demon Grounds, its age nearly three thousand years.

"Done." Xiao Qing's golden eyes fell on the Blood Fiend Pill. With uncanny speed, he appeared directly in the high sky and took the warm pill in his hand.

"Let's go. This big tiger should also break through." Yang Tian waved his hand, signaling Xiao Qing to give the pill to Da Hu.

During these two months of secluded cultivation, Yang Tian's physical body had reached its limit, and his cultivation speed had slowed to a crawl. He had been refining pills and practicing the Trembling Sword, and many of the pills he made had ended up in Xiao Qing's belly.

Inside a cave, clanging explosions rang out, sharp metal aura burst forth, rocks cracked, and piercing sword chants echoed.

It was a small golden sword. Da Hu had reforged it with two pieces of Sunflower Gold. The power of this small sword was no longer what it used to be; its hardness was astonishing, able to contend with some high-quality Dao artifacts.

"Roar!" Da Hu's eyes lit up. When he noticed a chilling aura approaching the cave, he immediately roared and charged out.

"Da Hu..." Xiao Qing chuckled and instantly appeared on Da Hu's back, patting his tiger head.

Da Hu was exhilarated, dragging Xiao Qing as he rampaged, kicking up clouds of dust. He was a divine beast, destined to walk a path of ultimate strength. Living with Xiao Qing every day, the White Tiger blood within him burned and seemed to grow stronger.

After playing for a while, Da Hu's eyes rolled, and he grinned widely: "Xiao Qing, did you bring any precious herbs this time for me to taste?"

Hearing this, Xiao Qing shook his little head like a rattle-drum. A few days ago, he had been coaxed by Da Hu into secretly bringing him many precious herbs.

Later, when Yang Tian was refining pills, he found that many rare herbs were missing. With a dark face, he gave Da Hu a thorough beating. Eating raw herbs was vastly different from taking refined pills.

"Alas..." Da Hu looked utterly resentful, like a wronged wife, very displeased.

"Haha..." Seeing this, Xiao Qing couldn't help but laugh loudly, tapping Da Hu's belly with his little feet. Then he flipped his hand, revealing a blood-colored pill.

"This is..." Da Hu's eyes instantly stood up, drool pouring out. He stared longingly at the pill in Xiao Qing's hand, then prostrated himself on the ground, as if to say, "If you don't give it to me, I'm not leaving."

"Hurry up. Yang Tian told you to go outside and undergo the tribulation. This is a fifth-rank mid-grade pill, which Yang Tian succeeded in refining only after several days." Xiao Qing patted Da Hu's forehead and laughed.

"Roar... Lord Tiger is about to break through to the Demon Emperor!" Da Hu instantly perked up, looking arrogant. With a whoosh, he ran off, apparently preparing to undergo the tribulation outside.

Two days later, a startling tiger roar shook the lands for ten directions. The mountains trembled, and a terrifying wave instantly spread across the surrounding peaks. All living beings prostrated in worship, congratulating the birth of a Demon Emperor.

"This big tiger has finally broken through." In the valley, Yang Tian sat cross-legged in the air, surrounded by chaotic mist, like a god who had opened heaven and earth, so powerful it made one's heart tremble.

Divine radiance surged in Yang Tian's eyes. Peering through layers of void at the heavenly tribulation descending in the sky, he nodded slightly and said calmly, "I wonder if he can comprehend a bloodline divine ability."

At that moment, Yang Tian appeared in an elegantly decorated cave dwelling. A faint fragrance wafted everywhere. On a stone bed ahead, Yun'er sat cross-legged, her aura terrifying.

The pitch-black root in her qi sea swayed, like a strange object born from chaos, absorbing the inherited energy within Yun'er and transforming it into strands of pure energy that fed back into her limbs and bones.

"Strange. This intensity should be enough. Why hasn't Yun'er broken through yet?" After observing for a while, Yang Tian pursed his lips, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"But Yun'er's body is much stronger than before." Sensing for a moment, Yang Tian chuckled inwardly. Gazing at her jade-like face, he was briefly lost in thought, then his figure vanished.

During this time, Yang Tian had studied Xiao Qing's mysteries, and the Carefree Eight Steps had subtly transformed. He had already grasped the art of spatial teleportation, something not even a War King could achieve.

Although his cultivation level had not improved, after sitting quietly in the Ancestral Dragon Ring for so long, his combat power had undergone a major change. His understanding of the Trembling Sword had reached a new level, far beyond what it used to be.

Dozens of miles away, roars shook the heavens. Da Hu appeared extremely majestic at this moment, making Xiao Qing's eyes widen in disbelief.

Swish! A dazzling golden small sword slashed across the sky. It underwent the tribulation alongside Da Hu, slaughtering in all directions, drawing the lightning tribulation to temper its body.

"This tribulation is too weak." Looking at the clouds stretching nearly a thousand zhang in the sky, Yang Tian couldn't help but sigh, recalling the tribulations he had experienced.

"Roar...!" Da Hu's entire body was changing. His fur alternated between milky white like snow, exuding slaughter, and blood-red, intimidating all living beings.

The tribulation lasted half a day. Relying on the residual medicinal power of the Blood Fiend Pill, Da Hu's aura surged greatly. A fierce killing intent surrounded him, inspiring awe.

Bang! Bang! The mountains shook. On Da Hu's forehead, a 'king' character suddenly manifested, containing a divine might like that of a god, wreathed in terrifying divine light, extremely astonishing.

"Heaven and earth, I rule slaughter!" Da Hu roared, and all creatures prostrated. The trace of White Tiger blood within him burned, emitting boundless divine light, a tremor spreading out.

He erupted with overwhelming waves, demonic power inexhaustible, shaking mountains and rivers. A sky-covering killing intent swept across the heavens.

"Oh, he comprehended a bit." Yang Tian was surprised. Although this trace of divine might was far inferior to Xiao Qing's when he transformed, it was still extremely remarkable.

Da Hu's fur was lustrous, and the blood-colored patterns on his body had faded considerably. Seeing this, Yang Tian murmured to himself, "It's extremely difficult to transform unless he gets the blood of a White Tiger King."

After observing for a while, Yang Tian returned to the Ancestral Dragon Ring. In recent days, his soul body had been vibrating, on the verge of breaking through to the peak of Soul Refining.