Lord Shenxiu
Chapter 104 Fierce Tiger (Extra 300, please subscribe!)

Chapter 104: Chapter 104 Fierce Tiger (Extra 300, please subscribe!)

"Mangdang Mountain is exceedingly dangerous, and the spiritual fox is even more cunning... As a son, how can I bear to watch my father and uncles risk their lives for me?"

Mr. Ling was even more melancholic, "I only hate that my martial arts skills are not proficient, unable to lend a helping hand to my father. Honestly... I’d rather go to Martial Arts and take the path of the Ten Directions Beast Skill into the way of Daoist Skill..."

"Mr. Ling, you don’t know your good fortune while you’re in the midst of it..."

A round-faced, slightly chubby youth sighed, "Each of the Ten Directions Beast Skill is incredibly tough, and to master all would take an unknown amount of toil and painstaking effort... What’s more troublesome is the path to becoming a Daoist through that spell; over the years, our county has heard of very few who have received its teachings."

"Not to mention the great achievements needed, even if one succeeds in accessing Daoist Skills through that spell, it doesn’t necessarily mean they’d be more powerful than other cultivators..."

At this point, he seemed full of resentment.

Zhong Shenxiu was sitting cross-legged on a rock, invisible to everyone else, absorbed in his own thoughts.

Hearing this, his eyes flashed, "Government martial arts surely prefer to promote those of clear and humble backgrounds, to counterbalance the powerful clans... These people, adorned in gold and jade, living in luxury are naturally not favored by instructors. Without hard effort, it’s no surprise they fail to receive the True Inheritance..."

Speaking of which, the true noble clans naturally have ways to send their children to the Immortal Sects.

And for the commoners, they can only achieve recognition through risking their lives, serving the court, or perhaps hoping for a stroke of great luck to fall out of the sky.

But it’s these minor local tyrants, somewhat caught in between, that are tricky.

"Moreover... the Ten Thousand Beasts Technique is hard to learn, and once mastered, navigating the path through the Supreme Dragon and Tiger Sect is not that simple... and they might not even be aware of this."

Zhong Shenxiu felt he suddenly understood the environment of the Second Yan Han Empire on a much deeper level.

When he was ready to leave, the red-dressed girl who had spoken at the beginning suddenly called out, "Mr. Ling... look quickly, there are tiger paw prints here!"

Mr. Ling looked at the ground, his expression slightly moved, "What a huge tiger."

"Is there a tiger? We should leave," the chubby youth exclaimed in fright.

"Ha ha, don’t be afraid, we are close to the main road. A tiger has roamed here from who knows where, likely hungry for humans. We are many; let’s hunt it today to eliminate a hazard for the people!"

Mr. Ling confidently pulled the bowstring.

Hearing this, Zhong Shenxiu looked towards a certain part of the forest and suddenly revealed a mocking smile.

Roar roar!

A gust of wind howled from one end of the forest, and suddenly a huge tiger leaped out.

This tiger was massive, covered with white fur, the character King distinctly marked on its forehead, opening its vast mouth to emit a ferocious roar.

"What a tiger! Watch the arrow!"

Mr. Ling, who had been practicing martial arts from a young age, was not flustered at all, bent the bow and placed the arrow, which soared like a shooting star.

But the White Tiger simply leaped aside, avoiding the arrow; far from fleeing, it charged towards the group.

With a single bound covering several tens of meters, it closed the distance instantly; the harsh wind in their faces, everyone seemed to smell a foul, bloody stench, and those faint-hearted felt their legs go weak.

"Ah, let’s run."

The chubby youth screamed miserably, falling to the ground and quickly picked up by a crowd of people who scurried backward.

"Red Sister, you take some people with long weapons to draw its attention, I’ll hit it with another arrow."

Mr. Ling bent the bow and placed an arrow, pulling the exquisite bow into a full circle, loudly arranging the tactics.

The red-dressed girl responded, drawing her long sword, while Mr. Ling’s several servants held steel forks, blocking in front of the White Tiger, loudly howling to attract its attention.

Unexpectedly, the White Tiger was unfazed by their actions, with another leap, swift as the wind, it flipped several Great Han men in moments and lunged straight for Mr. Ling!

Mr. Ling paled with fright, and the arrow shot from his hand, but missed its mark.

In the blink of an eye, he was pinned down by the tiger.

"Help... Save me!"

He shouted, only to see Red Sister and her companions fleeing in panic, as the gaping jaws of the beast loomed close, and he couldn’t help but sigh inwardly: "My life is over!"

Snap!

Suddenly, a loud noise rang out.

The weight lifted off Mr. Ling’s body, and as he scrambled to his feet, he saw the White Tiger tumbling to the side, lying on the ground, wailing continuously.

Red Sister and her companions had long since vanished, leaving only chaos behind.

The forest was quiet, with birds chirping in the valley, and dazzling spots of light scattered around.

Everything felt like a dream.

"Foolish boy!"

Zhong Shenxiu sighed, revealing himself.

"Thank you, noble hero, for saving my life, I, Xu Shaoling, am in your debt," Xu Shaoling, seeing that the man was no more than twenty years old yet had easily subdued the White Tiger, recognized him as a capable and extraordinary individual, and hurriedly bowed in respect.

"Never mind, I was merely resting here; you being seen by me must be fate."

Zhong Shenxiu waved his hand.

"My companions and I were separated, and they may be in danger, I must go and save them first, if I may, what is your illustrious name?" Xu Shaoling bowed again.

"It seems you are not only foolish but also naive... This tiger’s behavior is suspicious, why would it fight so desperately despite seeing so many people? And why does it act with such method, why did everyone else scatter, leaving only you?"

Zhong Shenxiu laughed heartily.

Xu Shaoling suddenly turned pale, an expression he didn’t even wear when he was about to be devoured: "Are you saying... someone wants to harm me? Why?"

"Why? Naturally, because they hold a grudge against you! Perhaps you think they are your friends and relatives, but they probably think you are in their way?"

Zhong Shenxiu curled his lip: "When cultivators take disciples, there might only be one spot. If you advance, you’re taking someone else’s place, naturally, you’re an eyesore. For the sake of their path, others would sacrifice family and love, let alone a mere friend, who can easily be discarded..."

Xu Shaoling seemed to see reality torn away, exposing its bloody core, and couldn’t recover his senses for a long time.

He might have realized there was something strange about today’s events but didn’t want to dwell on it.

"All right, you can go now, and don’t bother me."

Zhong Shenxiu, unconcerned with the young man’s psychological rebuilding process, dismissed him directly: "Don’t talk about repaying me; I don’t value such trivialities."

Xu Shaoling suddenly felt a tightness in his breath, his forehead breaking out in cold sweat, as if staying here would lead to something much more terrifying than encountering the White Tiger. Before he could even complete his thought, his body, driven by fear, had already started to flee.

After the man had left, Zhong Shenxiu turned to look at the tiger that had been cowering and seemingly begging with its tail, and couldn’t help but smile: "Pretending for so long? Aren’t you tired?" Reveal your true form now!"

At his command, the White Tiger rolled on the ground and transformed into a man in tiger skin.

This man, with a sharp-pointed mouth and monkey cheeks, about thirty years old, shed his tiger skin and directly knelt on the ground: "Hu San greets the cultivator, sir!"

Xu Shaoling was young and inexperienced, thinking Zhong Shenxiu was some martial arts master, but he understood very well that anyone who could suppress his Daoist Skill in mid-air must be a genuine cultivator endowed with mana.

Such a master could kill him, a commoner who knew only a smattering of strange arts, as easily as slaughtering a chicken.

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