My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 273 - 125: Corpse Dragon God, Entering the Mother River (Seeking Monthly Ticket) _5

Chapter 273: Chapter 125: Corpse Dragon God, Entering the Mother River (Seeking Monthly Ticket) _5

As for the Finger of God, its abilities are extremely mysterious.

As Butcher was pondering and preparing to put on his mask, the void in the not too distant area ripped open. A gigantic Void Ghost Mask emerged with burn marks caused by myriad currents of electricity all over the porcelain body. At the same time, a large amount of residual electric current dispersed, instantly turning the entire forest into a sea of fire and causing a multitude of animals to flee in terror.

"Water Vortex!"

Butcher glanced at the burning trees by his side, furrowed his eyebrows, and made a seal with his arms, which belonged to the Shark Demon. The sparse flow of water in the air converged, forming into a water vortex and diffusing outwards to extinguish the surrounding flames but it couldn’t stop the spread of the wildfire.

Simultaneously, the Void Ghost Mask opened its mouth and the Porcelain Masked Lady jumped out from within. She patted her Snowcapped Blue Mountains apprehensively, just about to greet the Butcher, but he cut her short with a nonchalant phrase:

"A wisp of smoke on the mountain, fifteen days in the temple!"

"..."

The Porcelain Masked Lady was stunned and replied speechlessly, "I, as the noble Ninth Finger, almost got killed by your bad joke, let alone Silas Davidson’s thunderbolts."

"I can see you’re in good spirits, and..." the Butcher laughed coldly, "Didn’t you claim to be the Eighth Finger last time? How come your position has changed now?"

The Porcelain Masked Lady confidently retorted, "I’m a lady out there alone, I should have a code name, in case someone comes looking for revenge, what will I do then?"

Butcher was speechless, you’re already wearing a mask, and yet you’re still afraid someone might come for revenge, aren’t you concerned the Ninth Finger might be targeted instead?

Kept saying that we’re family, turns out family can be sacrificed huh!

Upon thinking this, he couldn’t help but ask:

"Are you really the Finger of God? "

If you’re evading Silas Davidson, a Morning Star Peak, you must be quite weak.

"Of course, I’m the genuine Eighth Finger."

The Porcelain Masked Lady chuckled. Pointing towards the clay Figurine she used earlier to summon Corpse Mountain, said playfully, "Silas Davidson was hiding his true strength, he is a Radiant Moon Peak BeastMaster, and he is on the verge of stepping into the next phase, he is far more terrifying than we could imagine. Although the play was ruined this time, luckily the [Key] is successfully obtained."

Whether it was Corpse Mountain or the act of playing the village chief, it was merely her being whimsical.

Her true objective was to obtain the source of Border Tomb Village’s long-standing peace, a Key that could soothe all the departed spirits and also lead to someplace else.

It’s a pity, of the two Keys, one was taken by Gary Smith.

Yet, the Porcelain Masked Lady didn’t seem to be mad about it.

Because... this man is incredibly interesting!

With that thought, she turned to Butcher and said, "Get in the truck quickly, we need to move to the next location. The time to knock down the tower is getting closer."

Just when Butcher was about to ask where they were going, the Porcelain Masked Lady prepared to launch her magical attack before him. "My family..."

Butcher decisively shut his mouth, walked into the mouth of the Void Ghost Mask. Amidst the laughter of the Porcelain Masked Lady, the Void Ghost Mask once again disappeared into the void, leaving behind a burning wilderness.

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On the other side, Gary Smith, who was riding on Brain cushion wave, quickly returned to Abyss City, waving goodbye amidst the envy and jealousy of the crowd.

Back home, Mousie was all set to occupy his sofa throne but was stopped by Gary Smith who promptly seized it by the nape of its neck and suspended it in mid-air.

Mousie was just about to protest against the tyranny of the cultivator, unable to get any rest even after a hard day’s work and call him out as a trickster.

Just before crying out "One cannot be suppressed into inferiority for long", it heard Gary Smith’s voice:

"Give me the soul fruit before you go to lie down."

I thought it would be something big, but it turns out you want me to give you some fruit!

Very generously, Mousie opened up the shadows, took out two fruits and handed them over, while wiping its tears Mousie said,

"Cultivator, are you really going to eat them? They were our children after all..."

"Get lost." Gary Smith said dismissively.

"Alright!"

The pitifully dramatic Mousie quickly made a run for it. If it didn’t run now, it wouldn’t even get to watch TV later. As for Eggy, it followed behind quickly, shaking its tail.

Seeing this, Gary Smith shook his head and then looked at the azure Soul Fruit in his hand. Since it wasn’t that big, he swallowed it in one bite. The sweet juice burst upon his taste buds, turning into pure mental strength and directly pouring into his soul, making it stronger continuously.

As Mousie and the Little Spider, two sovereign hatchlings, served as filters, constantly transforming primal spirituality, the spiritual power in Gary Smith’s body had long since met the standard and was even overflowing.

If it weren’t for suppression by his taboo status level, he would have turned into an abnormal monster a long time ago.

Therefore, after swallowing the two Soul Fruits, Gary Smith broke through the Silver Middle Stage and was just one step away from the Silver High Rank.

The breakthrough in the spiritual level made him perceive the world in front of him as even more clear and real. As his sensing power increased, the Silver Spirit in the BeastMaster Space was further purified as well, and it was then fed back to the two pet beasts. If allowed Mousie and Little Spider to break through to the Silver Middle Stage as well, dramatically increasing their powers.

Besides this, there occurred another change that shocked Gary Smith.

Contrary to what he had imagined earlier, he had already begun to sense the close call of the Supreme Mother River, like a divine goddess slowly opening her arms, preparing to welcome him into her embrace.

It seemed that he didn’t need to wait till he reached the Silver High Rank, he could now sail his small broken ship into the tributary of the Mother River—the Primordial Spirit Sea...

Let’s make a wave!