Spirit beasts were born from living creatures, and many possessed intelligence on par with primates. Some exceptional ones even rivaled human intellect.
Just as the tiger started moving, a tall, slender figure appeared silently, blending seamlessly with the surrounding environment. The figure leaned casually against a large tree at the edge of the cliff.
The man appeared to be in his thirties, wearing a scarf on his head and a jade belt at his waist. His shoes were adorned with snow crystal beads. His black hair draped over his shoulders, and his phoenix eyes, coupled with a neatly groomed beard, gave him an air of elegance. His long, narrow black pupils sparkled with a piercing light.
Roar!
As soon as the tiger spotted the man, it kicked up a gust of wind and lunged toward his throat with deadly intent.
“Oh, big kitty, no need to be so fierce!”
The man stroked his beard and smiled, exuding an air of refined indifference, as though he hadn’t registered the tiger as a threat. Instead of dodging, he extended a single finger, seemingly slow yet impossibly swift. A glow enveloped his fingertip as it landed squarely on the tiger’s forehead.
Sizzle—
With a faint sound, the man remained motionless, still leaning against the tree unfazed. The tiger, however, abruptly stopped in its tracks and was sent flying backward. It rolled on the ground before finally coming to a stop.
On the ground, the tiger struggled to stand but failed repeatedly. Its amber eyes glared at the man with ferocity, its savage instincts undiminished.
“You brat, always making me worry. Alright, enough games for now!”
Ignoring the tiger, the man lightly tapped the tree branch beneath his feet and stepped into the void above the cliff.
Before falling into the abyss, a burst of white light flared up. From the man’s back emerged a pair of tangible, glowing wings.
He flapped his wings and swiftly descended into the forest below, disappearing from sight.
It wasn’t long before the tiger regained its mobility. It rose from the ground, battered, its intelligent eyes swirling with thought. Eventually, it lowered its head, abandoning the pursuit.
In the perilous forest, Wei Yun walked while sprinkling Scent-Masking Powder from a bottle onto himself. The powder repelled poisonous insects and masked his scent. However, it didn’t last long, requiring reapplication every half hour.
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The dense forest swayed gently in the wind. Sunlight filtered through the canopy, forming patterns on the ground. A few green sparrows perched on branches, preening their feathers. Their chirping harmonized with the sound of a nearby spring.
Finally, Wei Yun stopped. He exhaled a long breath. This was the forest’s edge, much safer than the depths.
Surveying his surroundings and confirming no danger, Wei Yun took off the wriggling bundle from his back and untied it.
Throughout the process, his legs remained tensed, ready to spring into action at a moment’s notice—just in case.
Yowl!
With a youthful roar, a “kitten” leaped out of the bundle, taking in several gulps of fresh air before baring its teeth at Wei Yun, claws swiping in a display of mock ferocity.
Unfortunately, its tiny form inspired no fear, only an impression of adorable clumsiness.
The “kitten” was small, about 30 to 40 centimeters long. Its white fur was marked with black stripes, and its large, round eyes made it irresistibly cute. Its diminutive frame amplified its charm even further.
On its forehead, the stripes framed a pale patch that looked almost like a crest of royalty.
This wasn’t an ordinary “kitten” but the cub of a white gale tiger. However, its size was worlds apart from its ferocious parent.
Ignoring its struggles, Wei Yun grabbed the cub by the neck and lifted it up.
The little tiger instinctively wriggled, swiping its small claws and baring its teeth. It was clearly upset at the man, who had stuffed it into the bundle.
Alas, its tiny claws were too short to reach Wei Yun.
Disregarding its protests, Wei Yun extended his mental energy, covering a 30-meter radius. In his mind, a radar-like image formed, displaying several light points representing nearby spirit beasts.
The brighter the light, the higher the beast’s quality and vice versa.
Within the mental scan, only a few light points appeared. Aside from one particularly bright spot, the rest were dim, akin to fireflies against a full moon, utterly incomparable.
The bright spot naturally belonged to the “kitten” before him.
Next, Wei Yun’s mental energy probed into the cub, compiling its basic information based on his knowledge.
SPIRIT BEAST INFORMATION:
· Name: White Gale Tiger(Juvenile Stage)
· Realm: Lower Rank, Stage 1
· Species: High Servant Class
· Quality: Excellent
· Bloodline: White Tiger (Inferior)
· Attribute: Wind
· State: Healthy
· Weakness: Lightning
A spirit beast’s strength was primarily determined by its realm, which could be advanced through combat, training, or rare treasures. With proper cultivation, spirit beasts could become very formidable.
However, realm wasn’t the sole determinant of strength. Other factors like quality, species, and bloodline also played significant roles.
Species were inherently determined, like the vast difference between a cat and a tiger despite both belonging to the feline family.
Quality was equally important. The higher a spirit beast’s quality, the greater its potential.
Judging by quality alone, this tiger cub was highly promising. It was the most exceptional wild spirit beast within a radius of several dozen miles. No wonder Wei Yun had risked his life to capture it.