Chapter 6: Beginner Beast Master
"So I can improve the Cultivation and Spirit Roots of my Contracted Beasts as well?" Zar rubbed his chin in thought, having almost entirely adapted to the unbelievable things happening to him. "With this, I can essentially create an army of these—what were they called again?"
"Oh yeah," his smirk widened. "Shadow Beasts."
After taking a few minutes to fully digest everything, Zar shifted his icy gaze to where the town of Verndale was located.
To where he had been cruelly killed...
Killing intent surfaced from the depths of his chilling eyes as he turned away and started flickering deeper into the forest like a mirage.
'I may have been the trespasser, and you can't be blamed for disposing of the rat,' Zar thought coldly. 'But before my consciousness faded, I heard you say something. Something that places you in my way. As such—'
*Fwooop!*
"You have to die."
Taking with him his first Shadow Beast, Zar disappeared into the depths of the Great Forest of Jargon.
Spring gave way to summer, and with the passing of three months, not much changed for the denizens of Verndale. They ate, they played, they laughed, and they cultivated.
Zar, however, wasted very little time on that nonsense. As a Qi Condensation Realm cultivator, he rarely had to eat or perform other mortal activities, and as someone uninterested in going easy on himself, he never once considered playing or anything else of the sort.