Chapter 12

When my master saw me, he was shocked. "You've gotten so thin!" I pinched my arm, which had become stronger through real combat, intending to modestly deny it, but before I could say anything, Master darted over to Little Black. "Fu Xiao, you can’t be mistreating your spirit beast! Even if it’s just a useless pig, you can’t treat it like this." After saying that, Master stepped back and began to observe Little Black carefully. "However, this isn’t just a pig, is it?" Yes, Little Black's originally large face and body made people mistake him for a pig, but now that he had slimmed down, he looked nothing like one. I flipped through ancient texts but had never seen a spirit beast like him. I was planning to ask Master about it when I returned, but unexpectedly, Master didn’t know either. A sudden voice interrupted the moment. "What a pity. Why hasn't your spirit beast transformed yet, Junior Sister?" Song Qinglan walked into the hall with a smug look, followed by a cold-looking man—none other than Dan Feng. At this moment, Dan Feng had reverted to his human form, his proud demeanor exactly the same as when we first met. However, no matter how handsome he appeared, at that moment, he wasn’t as pleasing to my eyes as Little Black. I secretly communicated with Master through a sound transmission, "He actually transformed? I thought with Sister’s incompetence, it would take at least another century or so." "They went down the mountain for training, but returned after only a few months. Qinglan said Dan Feng was injured and needed the sect’s help. After he recovered, he went back to the Feather Clan, and they had to pay a great price for Dan Feng to successfully transform." "How useless. He probably relied on his clan to transform, right?" Song Qinglan saw me remain silent and thought I was feeling inferior after seeing Dan Feng’s transformation. She became even more smug and said, "You can’t even take care of a spirit beast. Seems like the useless one isn’t just your spirit beast." Hmph. A waste of a person relying on medicine to pile up strength, and yet she dares to mock me? Just as I was about to retort, Little Black suddenly dashed out, his movement swift. It was just like when he weighed three hundred kilograms. Dan Feng instantly appeared in front of Song Qinglan, and when he raised his head, his face was already full of coldness. With a swift motion, he extended his claws, aiming to grab Little Black.