My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 140 - 138 Ox-Head and Horse-Face (10th update!)_1

Chapter 140: Chapter 138 Ox-Head and Horse-Face (10th update!)_1

In the cave at the entrance of the village, Mountain Master’s subordinate was seriously injured and collapsed to the ground. His Sword-Paperman was broken, and his cultivation rapidly declined, plummeting from being at Third Great Boundary level all the way down to the Second Major Realm, Pulse-illuminating Level!

It was truly miserable.

"Mountain Master..." The subordinate said weakly and shamefully, "these ghost beings are so powerful, and it seems there are even stronger ghost beings behind them."

Mountain Master nodded slowly, his face becoming serious once again.

He had guessed during the day that the Puppet Demon Beasts of the Giant Dandelion and that inexplicable poisonous fog were mere coincidences. But now... he could not help but suspect that his whereabouts were exposed, and even his true purpose for this trip was known to some beings.

"Cancel tonight’s operation."

"Everyone, be on high alert and do not act rashly!"

The subordinates accepted the order, their hearts also covered with gloom. The Sword-Paperman subordinate was one of the stronger ones among them. If they were to encounter those ghost soldiers, their fate would be even more miserable.

...

Lord of the Skeleton Sea returned to the Ghost Zone with his team to report back to the Honored Lord’s envoy.

Owen Bertram could not directly ask about the mastermind behind the scenes, so as not to lose his dignity. Therefore, this attack was not about serving the Honored Lord, but an unintentional test and hint for the Lord of the Skeleton Sea!

So, he asked indifferently, yet highlighting his ruthlessness, "Did you exterminate them thoroughly?"

Lord of the Skeleton Sea knelt down, ashamed, and said, "Little Bone really couldn’t do it. If the old man had taken action, there might have been a chance."

Owen Bertram shook his head disappointedly. This was the limitation of ghost cultivators: they grew fast, but there were always obvious shortcomings. For example, both the Lord of the Skeleton Sea and the Corpse Fiend were not good at cunning spells. It was easy for them to crush the paper dolls, but it was difficult to trace the spell marks and find the mastermind behind them by reverse deduction.

"Honored Lord, these paper dolls are actually Sword Aura puppets." The Lord of the Skeleton Sea said, "using Sword Aura instead of Ghost Air."

"Sword Aura?" Owen Bertram suddenly thought of a person: the young master of Sword Mountain, who could transform everything with his Sword Aura.

"Could it be that the elder came after the younger failed? Are they after me?"

Seeing the Honored Lord deep in thought, the Lord of the Skeleton Sea did not dare to disturb and obediently stood aside, trying his best to control his body so as not to make a squeaking noise by rubbing his bones together.

"Do you understand what my real intention was to send you out this time?" The Honored Lord suddenly asked, and the Lord of the Skeleton Sea shook his head honestly, "The subordinate only knows how to help the Honored Lord and didn’t think much."

Owen Bertram put on a look of despise, "You are a fierce creature that has lived for thousands of years. How can you be so foolish? To seek the Great Path, you have to have ambition and work hard!"

The Lord of the Skeleton Sea tilted his head, thinking back on the old man’s words, everything the Honored Lord did and said indeed had profound meaning.

"Little Bone only has a loyal heart to the Honored Lord; I don’t use any other hearts."

Owen Bertram was surprised. He didn’t expect that a pile of skeleton balls like him could be so sycophantic.

However, the Honored Lord still had to maintain his "profound and unfathomable" image. Owen Bertram said slowly, "Expand the staff a bit, and from now on, patrol around the Ghost Zone."

"Patrol?" The Lord of the Skeleton Sea didn’t understand the "profound meaning", and the envoy had already disappeared into the water with a flick of his tail. Little Bone hurriedly knelt down, "Farewell, Honored Lord."

Lord of the Skeleton Sea was not really that reckless, after all, he was also an old demon who had lived for thousands of years. However, the Honored Lord wanted him to patrol... how to patrol, how big the patrol scope should be, whether to interfere in confronted incidents, and whether it would cause panic and attract a suppression from Horizon Bureau were all questions that instantly filled Lord of the Skeleton Sea’s head.

The inside of his head had been clattering, but now it was all choked, turning into a melon seed.

He vaguely felt that the Honored Lord’s command indeed had "great significance", but he really couldn’t figure it out.

What could be Owen Bertram’s profound meaning? He just felt that such a formidable force was right by his side, and it was a waste not to use it. He had the Heavenly Eye to monitor the surroundings, and with the Ghost Knights patrolling, as soon as he found any situation in the Heavenly Eye, he could immediately command the patrolling Ghost Knights to take action.

Of course, this plan applied to only the nighttime.

Lord of the Skeleton Sea let out a worried growl. No, he couldn’t let the old man continue to lie down and slack off. He had to call him up and analyze what the Honored Lord’s intention was.

However, when the Lord of the Skeleton Sea arrived at King of Souls’s retreat, he was baffled by the evil sealing array in front of him. Annoyed, he punched the array but only stirred up ripples of phosphorescent light.

At that moment, a weak voice beside him said, "Lord Bone Sea, I have some thoughts I do not know if I should share?"

Lord of the Skeleton Sea turned his head, and it was actually Butcher Maxwell with his palm-wide, curly chest hair!

Among all the people in the Ghost Zone, besides the four of the Lord of the Skeleton Sea, Butcher Maxwell was the only one who knew about the Honored Lord’s plans.

"What do you want to say?" The Lord of the Skeleton Sea asked irritably, "Why are you still following me? Get lost!"

Butcher Maxwell gathered courage and said, "Lord Bone Sea, I think the Honored Lord’s intention is not about patrolling but about guiding new ghosts."

In the enormous eye sockets of Lord of the Skeleton Sea, two balls of phosphorous fire suddenly ignited, "Go on."

"Honored Lord is such a high-ranking person, he wouldn’t care about ordinary Ghost Zones. But here, we have the four of Lord Bone Sea. The Honored Lord saw the embryonic form of a Miniature Underworld, so he chose us. And now, the new ghosts in the surroundings are mostly attracted to our Ghost Zone, but this is not the setting of the Underworld. The Honored Lord wants us to patrol, probably in the hope that from the patrol team, a Soul Summoner will be born..."

"That’s right!" Lord of the Skeleton Sea was overjoyed and patted Butcher Maxwell on the shoulder – he thought he patted Butcher Maxwell’s shoulder, but in reality, his massive palm was like a fly swatting a mosquito, pressing Butcher Maxwell directly onto the ground.

"I thought the same!" Lord of the Skeleton Sea shamelessly said, "So the scope of the patrol is naturally the range that our Ghost Zone can influence. If you encounter new ghosts, guide them in; if they don’t want to come, forcibly summon their souls."

"In this way, sooner or later we can create a Soul Summoner!"

"As for other things, like fears of the Horizon Bureau or ghost catchers, there’s no need to worry. With the Honored Lord, they are all just trash."

"Ha ha ha..."

Lord of the Skeleton Sea laughed heartily. He helped the heavily injured Butcher Maxwell, who almost had his soul scattered from the palm strike, to stand up. The power of the phosphorus fire in the ghost fire nourished him, fully recovering Butcher Maxwell and further enhancing his strength, rewarding him as a loyal adviser.

"However..." Lord of the Skeleton Sea suddenly pondered again. If he was in charge of the Ghost Knight patrol and didn’t arrange it properly, he would become the leader of the Soul Summoners in the future: Ox-Head and Horse-Face.

But his goal was at least to be one of the Yama Judges. He absolutely couldn’t settle for being Ox-Head and Horse-Face!

"Butcher Maxwell, work hard, and I’ll guarantee you a position as Ox-Head and Horse-Face!"

Butcher Maxwell was overjoyed and knelt, "Thank you for your cultivation, my lord."

"Alright, you go and work out a patrol plan."

"Yes."