The arrival of the 41st father

  In the eyes of the black-clothed men who surrounded them, this pink little piglet, which they had never taken seriously before, suddenly changed its appearance. The humming sound of the pig's oink gradually grew louder and turned into a furious roar, as if it was filled with rage. A thick black fog suddenly emerged from nowhere and enveloped the little piglet's entire body.

  The strange situation caused several black-clad men to retreat and want to run, but their feet were suddenly stuck as if something was holding them back. When they looked down, withered branches had grown out of the ground, shaped like human bones, wrapping around their ankles. The trapped black-clad men's faces changed drastically, but it was too late for them to escape. A blood-curdling scream was heard, and one of the black-clad men was pulled into the ground by the ghostly withered branches, buried alive, without a single bone left behind. The remaining men wanted to run, but the ghost trees that grew out of the ground seemed to have eyes, grabbing each one accurately. Before long, the black-clad men were eliminated cleanly, as if they had never existed in this world.

  Only the black-clothed man at the front remained, still covering his right hand that had withered into a skeleton. His blood-red eyes stared at the little piglet emerging from the dark fog, but it was no longer in its original form - it had transformed into a human figure. The man's face suddenly changed color as he shouted out: "This...this is impossible?!"

  Spirit pets and masters are also divided into several levels. Spirit pets that can transform into human form can only be tamed by the descendants of the nine divine tribe's royal family.

  The little pig transformed into a handsome young man with five officials, curly black hair, enchanting red lips, a pair of golden pupils with charming phoenix eyes, wearing a golden beast fur coat, like a beautiful young man walking out of a Western painting, it seems that only the exposed fangs can reveal his original identity as a pig.

  He walked up to the man in black, the handsome young man stretched out his long and white finger tips sharp as a knife, five-clawed dragon-shaped grasp on the opponent's skull, with a force that could crush it with just one pinch: "Tell your master, I have protected this mother and son for six years. If you have the ability, let her come over herself."

  The man in black swallowed a mouthful of saliva, closely followed by a burst of wild laughter: "My master is what kind of noble person, a mere piglet, dare——" Before he could finish speaking, a mouthful of black blood gushed out from the corner of his lips, accompanied by an eerie smile like that of the underworld, and he fell to the ground.

  Poisoning oneself to death?

  The pig's nose twitched as it sensed the eerie atmosphere still lingering in the air, and it quickly turned back to see the large and small figures lying on the ground with severe poisoning symptoms. The golden eyes turned into a stern blue color. With no time to lose, it picked up the pair and threw them onto its back, transforming back into a giant wild boar. Carrying the mother and child on its back, it braved the dense rain and rushed down the mountain.

  Rain, suddenly falling, first a misty rain line, then growing larger. Many children searching for treasure in the back mountain, because of their wealthy birth, scrambled to find a place to take shelter from the rain. The competition temporarily stopped. No one knew that what should be called a heavily guarded imperial palace's back mountain had already seen a murder case.

  The Empress of the White Chang Dynasty sat in the palace, sipping hot tea. Beside her were several concubines and young princesses. On her right hand side was the noble guest, Jin Suqing. Everyone gazed out at the rain lines floating in the courtyard. The eunuchs and palace maids suddenly became busy.

  Before long, someone hastily came in and whispered a few words in the queen's ear. The queen's face suddenly seemed somewhat surprised, with a thread of anger flashing across her noble and delicate face, and the teacup in her hand trembled, almost falling to the ground.

  The rest of the concubines and princesses did not know what had happened, each lowering their eyebrows, not daring to make a sound.

  Jin Suqing glanced faintly at the eunuch whispering into the empress's ear, a smile in her eyes. The palace maid Zitan, who was fanning her, saw that her mistress seemed to be in an even better mood and quickly brought over the plate of fruit and flowers to curry favor with her.

  Just as she was about to put the dried fruit into her mouth, a loud thunder suddenly boomed in the sky. Jin Su'e's eyebrows furrowed slightly. Zi Tan saw her expression and was just wondering what it meant when he heard a puzzled voice coming from Jin Su'e's lips: "Is he here?"

  The thunder rumbled, one after another, accompanied by several flashes of lightning, like a dragon's claw flying in the sky, unfolding a picture of a war god. The people of Yidou had never seen such a heavenly scene before, and they widened their eyes, hiding under the windowsills, unclear why the old man in the sky suddenly became angry.

  The green tiger only heard the thunder, his expression greatly shocked, flew down from the roof, and rode on a bay flying horse, whipping it to gallop. His heart in his chest cavity contracted repeatedly: The young master has encountered trouble, definitely, otherwise the Dragon King wouldn't cry and want to make rain.

  But didn't the young master return to his country? What's going on? Suddenly, a figure of "Little Mu Mu" flashed through Qing Hu's mind. He remembered that when he first followed him to Hua Fu, seeing "Little Mu Mu" was also astonishing to him. It wasn't until later that he heard from Ye Feng's hidden guards in this place that this absolutely was not the young master of their household, but rather the son of Hua Xi Yan.

  What's going on here?

  Flying horse rushed to the back mountain of the imperial palace, just wanting to flip through the fence and jump in to find someone, only to hear a whisper from the sky: Qinghu, is Xiao Yu here?

  "Cloud Master?" He hastily stopped in his tracks and turned around.

  That green canopy carriage was like a mad flash of lightning that passed through the East City Gate, with four horses pulling the carriage at an incredible speed that no one could see clearly as it flew down the street. Fortunately, due to the heavy rain, there were almost no pedestrians on the street. However, even if someone had eyes that could see the carriage, judging from its appearance, they would have thought it was probably a noble family's or merchant's carriage.

  The green tiger fell into a puddle of water, waiting for the green silk carriage to stop in front of him.

  It's raining heavily. The coachman driving the carriage whips the horses to a stop, and just as he is about to open the oil-paper umbrella for his master inside the carriage.

  The carriage curtains were blown open like a gust of rapid wind, and before the people below could hold up their umbrellas, two men inside the carriage got out and walked into the dense rain.

  Petals of rain flowers splashed on the noble silk robe, and soon, a large area was soaked.

  Several oil-paper umbrellas were about to be placed over the noble dragon's body, but Yun Chenxiang suddenly swung his sleeve and rebuked: "What time is it now?"

  It's already this late, who cares about getting rained on?

  The people below were trembling one by one, and they didn't dare to look up at the silent white figure in front of them, compared to the angry cloud dust scene.

  Yun Chen Jing took a step forward and stood in front of the kneeling Qing Hu, urgently asking: "Where is the young master?"

  The green tiger was taken aback again, and almost choked with a big breath. Seeing that his fearful suspicions might become a reality, he hated to draw out his knife and kill himself in atonement. He stuttered: "In, in..."

  Specifically where, he must also go into the back mountain to know, can only look towards the back mountain shrouded in rain and fog with his eyes.

  With just this glance, the dust-free ink pupils quickly retracted into his eyes, and his expression changed. The white robe seemed to have stepped on a cloud, and in an instant, it flew over the railing, leaving behind only a trail of light that left everyone astonished.