Fang Chen was taken aback, “What’s wrong with this demon tiger?”
Hua Qirong didn’t answer, but instead turned her head to look at Yixiong and said indifferently, “Stop pretending to be dead, stand up.”
Yixiong didn’t move.
Hua Qirong raised her arm, and a sudden gust of wind swept through the air. A massive Spiritual Qi hand condensed and slammed directly downward.
Bang!
“Roar.”
Yixiong, who had been playing dead the entire time, let out a cry of pain and a low roar. It scrambled to its feet, opened its tiger eyes in a daze, and looked at Hua Qirong with a wronged, bewildered expression as it let out pitiful whimpers, “Aw, aw…”
Seeing Yixiong acting like this, Hua Qirong said coldly, “Don’t pretend you don’t understand human speech, or the next slap won’t pull any punches.”
Her voice wasn’t loud, but it was fraught with Killing Intent.
At this, Yixiong shuddered and hastily submitted, “Yes, Elder Hua!”
“Do you want to live or die?”
Hua Qirong asked condescendingly, her gaze completely detached.
“Live!”
Yixiong answered without a moment’s hesitation.
Hua Qirong nodded and turned to Fang Chen, “Are you interested in taking on another beast pet?”
“A beast pet?!”
Exclamations of surprise burst from both the human and the tiger at the same time.
“Indeed. He has awakened the Tiger Emperor bloodline, making him quite suitable as your beast pet. It won’t diminish your status!”
Hua Qirong said indifferently.
A beast with the Tiger Emperor bloodline should normally be reserved as a pet for the top experts of the sect.
However, Hua Qirong reasoned that, first, Fang Chen possessed a Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment, meaning his future standing within the Danran Sect would undoubtedly be extraordinary.
Second, since Fang Chen had defeated Yixiong with his own power, it was entirely fitting for him to claim the beast!
At that moment, Yixiong’s tiger face twisted in utter despair.
To become a beast pet for this despicable fellow?
Wouldn’t that mean it would never escape the Danran Sect for the rest of its life?
“Tiger Emperor bloodline?”
Fang Chen blinked in astonishment.
This guy was actually that impressive?
“That’s right!”
Hua Qirong explained, “When this demon tiger was first captured and brought into our Danran Sect, it was still young and its bloodline had not yet awakened. Several Elders simply brought it back along the way.
“Only after returning did its bloodline awaken, and we realized it carried the bloodline of the Qiankun Sacred Tiger clan. Its current level of cultivation was forged entirely within the beast prison under conditions virtually devoid of Spiritual Qi.”
Hearing this, Fang Chen stared blankly, utterly dumbfounded.
It had clawed its way to the fifth grade of Foundation Establishment in an environment with almost no Spiritual Qi?
Did such monstrous talent actually exist?
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At that instant, Fang Chen was consumed by pure envy.
Driven by that jealousy, he blurted out without hesitation, “Then make him my beast pet.”
He wasn’t worried that the tiger’s talent was too great and that it might try to kill him later.
With the system backing him up, unless this fellow was a Child of Destiny, there was no way it could snuff him out.
Meanwhile, upon hearing these words, Yixiong’s eyes clouded with profound despair.
It was over!
“Very well!”
Hua Qirong nodded, then looked down at Yixiong. “Are you willing to become Fang Chen’s beast pet?”
If Yixiong was agreeable, the process of binding them with a beast slave contract later would be much simpler.
Hua Qirong preferred to save herself the extra trouble.
“I…”
Yixiong opened its mouth.
Hua Qirong watched him in silence as a wisp of bright pink flame materialized in her palm. The moment the flame appeared, Yixiong broke out in a daze of cold sweat.
Even though Fang Chen stood safely under Hua Qirong’s protection and felt no heat whatsoever, in his mind’s eye, he felt as though his entire courtyard was about to be incinerated in the next second…
“I agree! I’ll do it!”
Yixiong blurted out in a panic.
…
Once Hua Qirong helped Fang Chen imprint the Beast Slave Seal, Fang Chen felt an extremely peculiar connection form between himself and Yixiong.
With just a single thought on his part, Yixiong would instantly perish!
“Because there is still a gap between your cultivation and Yixiong’s, you should either come to me or find an inner sect Elder after some time to reinforce the seal. However, the better choice is to enter the inner sect as soon as possible, find a Master, and raise your cultivation level. That will make the control much more stable,”
Hua Qirong reminded him.
Control techniques of this nature could never maintain a permanent hold when the master was weaker than the servant.
A minor gap between the first and fifth grades of Foundation Establishment was manageable, but later on, the gulf between the first and fifth grades of the Golden Core realm would be immense.
Therefore, she still hoped Fang Chen would make his way into the inner sect promptly.
Although she knew he lingered in the outer sect purely for the sake of his Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters, cultivation was, when all was said and done, a pursuit for oneself!
She hoped Fang Chen could be a bit more “selfish,” enter the inner sect quickly, and stop wasting himself on silent, selfless devotion!
“Understood!”
Fang Chen nodded, firmly committing Hua Qirong’s words to memory. The moment the seal showed signs of loosening, he would go find her.
As for cultivating on his own?
Huh?
What was that strange concept called cultivating on his own?
…
After completing the Beast Slave Seal, Hua Qirong prepared to leave.
Fang Chen escorted her toward the front.
Back in the yard, Yixiong lay sprawled on the ground, limp and weak with a vacant stare, its black-and-white fur drooping listlessly.
Forging the Beast Slave Seal had drained a massive amount of its essence blood. Because Fang Chen’s personal strength was still lacking, the seal had demanded even more, leaving the tiger thoroughly hollowed out. This chapter was taken from novelping.com without permission.
Yet, despite the despair gnawing at his heart, Yixiong felt a lingering wave of relief. At least he had managed to keep his life…
As long as the green mountains remained, there was no need to worry about firewood.
There would still be a chance to escape in the future!
…
Fang Chen and Hua Qirong walked from the backyard rock garden all the way to the front courtyard.
Along the way, Hua Qirong’s gaze swept over the various spots where Fang Chen and Yixiong had clashed. Most of the area was heavily battered, with pools of toxic blood still visible in many places.
The sheer volume of the poisonous blood caught her eye; a single glance told her that such an astonishing quantity could never have come from a human body. It undoubtedly belonged to Yixiong.
A thought suddenly stirred in Hua Qirong’s mind…
To be able to poison a fifth-grade Foundation Establishment beast bearing the Tiger Emperor bloodline, Fang Chen must be exceptionally skilled at using poison in combat.
It suddenly clicked. No wonder Fang Chen had managed to defeat Yixiong across a five-grade gap!
That poison must have played a pivotal role.
What caused her eyebrows to arch even higher, however, was the faint, lingering aura of the Fire Malice King present in the front courtyard.
Detecting that trace brought a playful curve to Hua Qirong’s soft lips…
Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment!
The Fire Malice King!
Profound mastery over poisons!
And undoubtedly well-versed in Formations!
Coupled with the lingering resonance of the sect’s Unmatched Ambition technique within Fang Chen’s body-allowing him to master the art to such a consummate degree right at the Foundation Establishment stage…
This kid knew far too many things!
Yet, upon second thought, having spent so many years in the outer sect, accumulating various skills over time was not entirely unreasonable.
She knew it…
How could someone spend so many years in the outer sect without making any progress in cultivation or technique?
That simply defied logic!
A capable Fang Chen like this made much more sense!
Beyond all the arts and skills he mastered, what truly piqued Hua Qirong’s curiosity were his Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment and the Fire Malice King.
Those were treasures countless cultivators dreamed of obtaining!
Even so, Hua Qirong had no intention of digging into Fang Chen’s secrets.
What cultivator worth their salt didn’t harbor a few secrets of their own?
She wasn’t worried that a deeply hidden Fang Chen might be a spy planted by another sect either. For the Danran Sect, Fang Chen’s loyalty was already secure enough.
Besides, if the boy truly harbored malicious intentions, he surely wouldn’t spend his days in the outer sect bullying children a dozen years younger than himself.
“Alright, you can stop here. No need to walk me any further!”
Seeing enough along the way, Hua Qirong turned around and stopped Fang Chen from following her out any further.
As she turned, Fang Chen hastily pulled his gaze away from her slender, willow-like waist and graceful, alluring curves.
He had seen quite enough as well!