My Pet Beast is Super Fearsome
Chapter 440 - Chapter 440 Chapter 439 Mustag Snow Mountain

Chapter 440: Chapter 439: Mustag Snow Mountain Chapter 440: Chapter 439: Mustag Snow Mountain “Awoo–”

The Siberian Snow Wolf Dogs ran swiftly across the snowy plains, their thick fur wildly fluttering, adorned with crystal-clear snowflakes.

Behind them, clouds of dust billowed, with several all-terrain snowmobiles roaring in succession.

The accident in Antarctica had halted the expedition; although no solution for the growth of the Saber-toothed Tigers was found, Chen Yixin already had some clues.

“Woo–”

In the distance, the Snow Dragon’s whistle sounded as it sat on the ice, trailed by a long wake.

The snowmobiles stopped on the cliffs connected to the coast of Ross Sea, where the staff, under the direction of the leader, moved equipment and collected samples onto a lift.

Among those samples were the three Ice Soul Demons locked in specially made containers.

“Roar!”

A domineering roar sounded, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

Everyone turned to look, only to see Shao Zifeng riding on the fierce Yaya, emerging from the snow dust.

He dismounted from Yaya, and several Snow Wolf Dogs seemed eager to move.

Yaya’s amber-colored vertical pupils shifted, and the ferocity cultivated through slaughter suddenly exploded.

“Awoo~”

The dozen-plus Siberian Snow Wolf Dogs instantly cowered, tucking their tails and hiding behind their small-framed handlers, sneakily peeking at Yaya while their heads hung low.

The handler, amused by these creatures, kicked them a few times in annoyance.

“You lucky kid,”

Cang Haiyuan sauntered over, looking at the tall and mighty Yaya with envy in his voice.

He and two researchers from the scientific team, because they had gone back for reinforcements, had not witnessed Yaya unleash its mighty power.

One could hardly imagine this two-meter-tall creature, resembling a dinosaur, had actually burst two high-level mutant creatures.

Huff–

Yaya exhaled a puff of warm air, a warning hidden in its gaze.

Upon seeing this, the Emperor Penguin shifted slightly, standing next to Cang Haiyuan.

After soothing Yaya’s emotions, Shao Zifeng pounded Cang Haiyuan’s chest: “Long time no see.”

Cang Haiyuan looked at Shao Zifeng in surprise, used his hand to flick his fringe and pouted, “How sentimental.”

“Get lost!”

As Shao Zifeng chatted idly with Cang Haiyuan, the staff finally finished moving the items.

Unlike the journey there, the return voyage of the Snow Dragon didn’t need to carry a large amount of supplies. Plus, the soldiers from the Dragon Army who were mining ore would be returning with the ship, so the voyage would be direct to the great Xia, without any stops in between.

“Woo~”

Standing on the forward deck, Shao Zifeng, watching the coast of Antarctica gradually receding, turned to Yaya and said, “We’re leaving now.”

“Gurgle…”

Yaya turned his head away, his small paws tightly gripping Shao Zifeng’s protective suit.

…

On the Pamir Plateau, Mushitage Ice Mountain wore its white crown eternally, signifying its supreme dignity and purity.

Glacial meltwater trickled down, and hardy orange flowers stubbornly peeped out beside the streams at the foot of the white crown.

Several eagles soared beneath the azure canopy above the snow-capped peaks, their clarion calls echoing over this mysterious plateau.

The elderly Clan Leader Yuge Saike, hunched over, stood on the high slope, straining to lift his head to gaze turbidly toward the Holy Mountain in the heart of the Taji Clan.

Casar carefully supported the old Clan Leader, his brown curly hair trembling in the wind.

By his side stood a mutant creature covered in snow feathers, with two long feather blades drooping to the ground, like two drawn blades.

“Little Casar,” came the hoarse voice of the old Clan Leader. He covered Casar’s hand with his own wrinkled like orange peel, patting it gently, “Child, go, go prove to the Divine Eagle that you are a worthy eagle of the Pamir Plateau.”

Upon hearing this, Casar bowed down, respectfully holding the old man’s withered hand and gently kissing the back of it.

“Grandfather Clan Leader, you must take good care of yourself.”

Yuge Saike then affectionately cradled his head, kissing his forehead, “Silly child, you must return safely.”

“I will, Grandfather Clan Leader.”

Casar sincerely uttered those words and turned towards the Mushitage Ice Mountain.

In the wind behind him, suddenly came the clear sound of an eagle bone flute, its ancient melody intermittently carried by the wind. Casar knew this was an old man’s blessings and hopes for him.

A gasping Yuge Saike put down the eagle bone flute, coughing violently a few times, a smile lingering on his lips as he stared long at the place where Casar had vanished.

“The fledgling of the Taji Clan is also about to spread its wings.”

“Grandfather.”

“Grandfather Clan Leader!”

At that moment, a crisp shout came from the distance.

A Taji Clan girl came running in haste. She wore a brightly colored long dress and a purple sheydayi on her head, from which hung a row of brightly colored beads that jingled crisply as she ran.

“Little Kemuyou, slow down.”

Trembling, Yuge Saike turned around, his face beaming with love as he watched the panting girl approach.

The girl, with distinct highland features and a clear flush on her cheeks, pushed aside the hair sticking to her forehead, bowed to kiss the palm of Yuge Saike’s hand, and then, clinging to his arm, cooed, “Grandfather Clan Leader, I’m not little anymore.”

“Alright, alright, little Kemuyou has become a big girl.”

“Hee hee.” The girl named Kemuyou, her large eyes rolling about, and upon seeing only Yuge Saike there, couldn’t help feeling a bit disappointed: “Has Brother Casar already left?”

“Big liar, he clearly promised to tell me before leaving.”

Yuge Saike chuckled, shaking his head at the girl pouting her lips.

“Little Kemuyou, the wind is strong here, let’s head back. When little Casar returns, we’ll celebrate for him.”

“Fine, then.” The girl still seemed somewhat unhappy, pouting as she clung to Yuge Saike’s arm.

Suddenly her eyes widened as if she remembered something, “Oh, right, Grandfather Clan Leader, many military uncles came to our clan just now, and it seemed like they were looking for you?”

Thud!

“You should’ve said that earlier.”

Yuge Saike tapped her little head with the eagle bone flute.

The girl let out an ‘ouch’ and clasped her head, her big eyes looking up at him in wounded innocence: “I had forgotten about it earlier.”

Yuge Saike shook his head in resignation, quickening his pace, “Did they say anything after they arrived?”

The girl, looking confused, shook her head, “I don’t know, but I saw that the uncles and older men of our clan, as well as the already of-age brothers, have all been called together.”

At these words, Yuge Saike felt his heart skip a beat. Although the Taji Clan had been guarding the border for generations, their action was voluntary, a mission passed down in the blood of Taji Clan men.

But in the eyes of the military, they were still civilians who needed protection. The military would provide them with some equipment but would not lightly summon them for dangerous tasks.

The last time the military actively summoned them was at the beginning of the “Recovery,” when many people with ulterior motives from neighboring countries intended to disturb the border, and more young people were needed to take up arms to protect their homes, as well as to guard against attacks by mutant creatures.

It seems that something else must be happening this time.