Chapter 322: Little Jiu: These Despicable Monster Tribe!
“Feels like we shouldn’t stay in Eastern Continent any longer, huh.”
Bai Feng gently stroked Little Jiu’s tail and mumbled softly.
Little Jiu immediately raised her head: “Are those monster tribes still here? Haven’t left yet?”
“Nope, other monster tribes already found jobs and have been working hard these past few days. Looks like they’re not planning to leave Northern Region anytime soon. We can’t just hide in Eastern Continent forever, right?”
“Hmph, those despicable monster tribes!”
Bai Feng glanced at Little Jiu, who was cursing up a storm—hey, aren’t you a monster tribe too?
“Alright, we won’t leave immediately. Maybe in a few days they’ll finally take off. Who knows?”
But he didn’t trust that bunch of busy foxes to just leave so easily, and Little Jiu felt the same way.
She figured she should start preparing—how could she avoid those foxes in the Southern Region?
While Little Jiu was deep in thought, Bai Feng turned his gaze toward a courtyard not far away—a tiger’s dwelling.
After a few days of checks, he’d gotten a pretty good idea of the tiger’s condition. Just one or two more inspections, and he’d be able to let it go.
That way, he could finally breathe easy. This tiger was the luckiest of the lucky—literally a ‘Child of Destiny’—and he’d been worried sick about messing up, which might have caused the system to keep stacking luck points on it.
Thankfully, the tiger was recovering well. It ate, slept, and… hated him with a fiery passion. Probably because of that *self-ranting* aura he carried. Yep, that aura only fades when someone’s impression of him changes, and apparently, the tiger still didn’t think much of him.
Good, then. Once he sets it free, even if the tiger becomes a powerhouse, it won’t come back for revenge.
“Alright, you go play by yourself for now. I’m going to feed the tiger, do a couple more checks, and then it’s freedom time.” Bai Feng stood up, casually placing Little Jiu on a chair, then turned to head toward the tiger’s courtyard.
Little Jiu tilted her head in dissatisfaction: “Why are you so obsessed with that tiger? Do you—”
Before she could finish, Bai Feng rolled his eyes and cut her off: “What are you thinking? If you could eat an immortal’s arm and still survive, I’d be just as concerned about you too.”
“Forget it.”
Little Jiu hurriedly shook her head. Though she hadn’t been there in person, Bai Feng’s description was horrifying enough—just imagining that arm extending from the tiger’s back gave her goosebumps.
……
Inside the tiger’s courtyard.
‘That human says a few more checks and I can leave. Then I can find that special kind of fellow… no, wait, I should first go cultivate. We agreed I’d wait till I become strong enough that no one dares mess with us before returning.’
The tiger paused to pant. After many days of thinking, it believed that was just a *dream*—a twisted story, really. Its dreams and its kindred’s were intertwined—sure, it was only a dream, but both were real.
Though they hadn’t known each other long, by human standards, their feelings had already developed quickly. But to the tiger, this was because the other was the first to truly understand and support its dreams. It liked this fellow very much and wanted to have baby tigers with it—that was enough.
To find that *special* kind of fellow sooner, the tiger kept sharpening its hunting skills during this trapped time.
But how to cultivate? That was a mystery.
It knew that human was likely a cultivator, but it didn’t trust humans much. Plus…
Lost in thought, Bai Feng pushed open the courtyard door.
Seeing the human enter, the tiger couldn’t help but bare its sharp teeth—yep, it disliked this human for two reasons: one, the obvious human identity, and second, the aura he emitted, which was *so* annoying. Especially since that aura vaguely reminded it of its special kindred. That just made it angrier, and the more it looked at Bai Feng, the more displeased it felt.
Bai Feng also sensed the tiger’s furious and dangerous gaze but didn’t mind—if anything, he was quite satisfied.
Yes! That’s the look I want—keep staring like that! Just don’t change on me!
“Here’s today’s breakfast.”
Bai Feng placed some meat into the dish in front of the tiger. To prevent the tiger from just leaving after being released, he didn’t feed it spirit beast feed.
The tiger slightly lowered its disgusted gaze and strode to the dish, gobbling down the food.
Though it didn’t like this human, the guy hadn’t done anything wrong to it; every day’s meal was sufficient. If not for the faint aura that resembled that *special* kindred, it might not dislike him so much.
Honestly, it wondered if this human was its kindred after all—unfortunately, it was definitely human, not a monster tribe in disguise, so probably not its match.
“Next, I’ll do another check on your body. Don’t move.”
Bai Feng stepped forward. The tiger only glanced back once before continuing to eat.
At first, it resisted fiercely, but then it realized resistance was futile. Since the human hadn’t done anything excessive, it decided to waste no energy fighting back.
An hour later, Bai Feng withdrew his hand from the tiger.
After these days’ checks, he finally understood what the immortal’s arm did to the tiger.
Firstly, the tiger’s healing speed had increased dramatically. Minor cuts could heal in minutes; even serious injuries recovered far faster than other monster tribes.
Secondly, the tiger’s body had some peculiar changes. It could subtly alter parts of itself—like longer claws, tougher skin, and thicker fur—using only its mind. And this ability probably had a hidden bonus.
Bai Feng guessed that this tiger’s *transformation* time was faster than most monster tribes—possibly capable of shifting form in the late Golden Core stage.
Moreover, the tiger’s appetite had grown. Its daily food intake increased over these days, and its strength was also on the rise. Yet, strangely, its size hadn’t changed much.
All in all, the effects of the immortal arm weren’t too severe. There was no residual immortal arm’s energy in its body, and it could be released now.
“Alright, stay a couple more days. When we leave, we’ll bring you back to the mountains.”
Hearing Bai Feng, the tiger paused for a second, then once again opened its mouth to eat—after all, the more it ate now, the stronger it’d be. Once they left, it’d be hard to eat so much again, so it planned to pig out before departure to bulk up.
Bai Feng didn’t bother it. As he stepped out of the tiger’s courtyard, he saw a few people approaching.
“Good morning, Elder He!”
He greeted with a smile. Then his eyes fell on the woman beside Elder He—wasn’t that He Yi, the one who had been stabbed by Bai Yu Mo and Yun Yue Yao before?
Maybe because her disguise was lifted, her features looked softer now, but she still seemed noble and heroic, with a tall figure, like some prince character from a story that females tend to swoon over.
