White Tiger Mount

The Wolf King lay on the ground, wailing incessantly, its earlier ferocity completely gone.

A hint of curiosity flickered in Shen Qing's eyes.

"Yo, you're not dead yet?"

With that, he raised his foot and stomped down on the Wolf King's head with even greater force.

As his foot came down, the Wolf King's head began to deform, its fangs shattering. Yet, the Wolf King still clung to life.

The surrounding wolves, seeing their king being treated like a toy, let out mournful cries. They had no intention of resisting and turned to flee, tails tucked between their legs.

The Imperial Guards hiding in the trees quickly jumped down and began pursuing the wolves.

Just then, a thunderous tiger roar echoed, causing the wolves' legs to tremble.

In the next instant, a White Tiger, three meters tall, leaped out from the dark woods. With a single swipe of its paw, it sent a wolf flying. Then, it opened its bloody maw and bit down on another wolf, tearing into it.

The Imperial Guards, who had been about to give chase, halted. The tiger's roar had caused a violent ringing in all their ears.

They regarded the White Tiger with extreme caution, as if facing a formidable enemy. At the same time, they recalled that Hebo Li Yu had indeed mentioned they would hear a tiger's roar.

A trace of displeasure crossed Shen Qing's face. "Damn it, someone's trying to steal my kill?"

In the next moment, he lifted his foot and crushed the Wolf King's head into pieces.

[Congratulations on killing a Xiantian Realm ferocious beast, plundering the trait: Head and Horns (Blue)]

He didn't have time to examine it further, merely muttering, "No wonder its head was so hard when it charged into the wolf pack."

Each punch and kick sent a wolf's flesh and blood flying. In just a few breaths, several wolves were dismembered under Shen Qing's hands, their blood staining his clothes, giving him a particularly sinister appearance.

Gradually, a hint of confusion appeared in the White Tiger's fierce gaze.

Am I the king of beasts, or is he?

How can his methods be more brutal than mine?

Before long, the pack of wolves became scattered corpses on the ground.

The White Tiger stood stunned for a moment, then looked towards Shen Qing and the assembled Imperial Guards.

The Scholar and the others immediately became vigilant, raising their swords.

Shen Qing, however, watched the White Tiger with amusement. He could sense that the White Tiger bore them no ill will; it was clearly intelligent.

Its target had likely been this pack of wolves. This also explained why only four wolves had crossed the Red Date River tonight.

It was because this pack of wolves had been targeted by the White Tiger.

This could be considered an indirect act of saving the common people.

The White Tiger's massive pupils focused on Shen Qing. It couldn't sense Shen Qing's aura and was unable to guess how strong he was.

However, it always felt a ferocious beast-like aura emanating from Shen Qing.

Moreover, Shen Qing was always smiling at it, which made it feel as if Shen Qing had ill intentions, sending shivers down its spine.

In short, retreat is the best course of action.

Suddenly, Shen Qing spoke, "Hey, wanna be my mount?"

The White Tiger abruptly turned, lowered its body, bared its sharp fangs, and locked its tiger eyes onto Shen Qing, radiating killing intent.

Although it couldn't speak, it was an intelligent ferocious beast and understood what "mount" meant.

Seriously? I'm the king of beasts! How can I be subjected to the humiliation of being ridden by someone else?

Shen Qing, on the other hand, was serious.

After all, as his cultivation increased, the horses provided by the Pacification Bureau were no longer sufficient. He couldn't possibly walk everywhere in the future; that would be too uncool.

Although the Great Wu Dynasty's Myriad Beast Mountain cultivated ferocious beasts for riding, Yongning Commandery was too remote, making it impossible to obtain one.

Finally, Shen Qing had a good impression of this White Tiger.

Among the Four Divine Beasts, the Azure Dragon, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise were composites of various animals. Only the White Tiger, without adding or changing anything, sat in the west and was declared a divine beast.

Yet, no one else, no other beast, could do anything about it.

The Scholar seemed a little nervous. "Boss, do you really want to take it as a mount?"

Shen Qing took off the Qing He and tossed it to the Scholar. "Don't panic, watch me subdue it."

Then, a surge of True Qi erupted, pushing the Scholar and the others to a safe distance.

Shen Qing slowly walked towards the White Tiger, his voice calm.

"Defeat me, and you can leave. Use any method you like."

The White Tiger let out a massive roar, then charged ferociously towards Shen Qing. With each step, the ground trembled slightly.

The distance of dozens of meters was covered in an instant. The White Tiger raised its paw and swiped horizontally, intending to end the fight with a single blow. However, Shen Qing showed no intention of dodging, causing the Scholar and the others to break out in a cold sweat.

Just as the tiger's paw was about to land on Shen Qing, he moved.

Shen Qing's eyes were unusually calm as he slowly raised his arm and extended a single finger.

The White Tiger's expression grew increasingly ferocious.

The person before him had been provoking it all along.

How dare he block its tiger claw with a single finger? This was going too far!

The next moment, a visually stunning scene shocked all the Imperial Guards' eyes.

That terrifying, powerful giant tiger palm was actually being held back by Shen Qing with just one finger.

The White Tiger's pupils suddenly constricted into a single point.

No, no, no.

How is this possible!

Shen Qing looked up, his bright eyes smiling, and a domineering surge of True Qi erupted, directly blasting the White Tiger away.

The White Tiger roared continuously in mid-air. In the next instant, Shen Qing's figure appeared above it, his fist, accompanied by the roar of a Dragon Elephant, smashing directly into its face.

BOOM!

The ground was smashed into a giant pit by the White Tiger.

Intense pain shot through the White Tiger's heart, its pupils trembling.

The damage is wrong!

Shen Qing wouldn't give it much time to think. The next moment, his figure reappeared above the White Tiger, his voice calm.

"Being my mount, Shen Qing's mount, you won't be at a disadvantage."

With that, he swung his fist and rained blows down on the White Tiger.

After two consecutive punches, the ferocity and confusion in the White Tiger's eyes completely vanished, replaced by clarity.

Images flashed through its mind like a slideshow, as if a giant white tiger was leading it on a hunt.

Soon, it snapped back to reality, realizing that if it didn't, it would be beaten to death.

Seeing Shen Qing's fist about to land on its head, it hurriedly covered its head with its claws and let out a whimper.

Shen Qing's fist stopped an inch from its head.

"Yield?"

The White Tiger whimpered again. Shen Qing retracted his fist and jumped off its body.

After a long while, the White Tiger came back to its senses and slowly stood up. However, the way it looked at Shen Qing now held no ferocity, only fear and obedience.

"Come here, lie down."

The White Tiger immediately walked over and lay down in front of Shen Qing. Shen Qing leaped onto its back. The White Tiger's fur was incredibly soft, sitting on it felt like sitting on a sofa.

Shen Qing patted the White Tiger's back with satisfaction.

"Go on, run a couple of laps."

The White Tiger immediately began to run outside the osmanthus grove, constantly responding to Shen Qing's commands.

"Jump."

"Brake hard."

"Do a backflip."

The assembled Imperial Guards were dumbfounded, watching Shen Qing train the White Tiger as if it were a dog.

"This... it's tamed just like that? What is this?"

The Scholar murmured from the side.

"Three punches shattered the Beast King's soul. Officer, I'm your man."

Outside the osmanthus grove, Shen Qing rode the White Tiger for a while before stopping. Despite its massive size, the White Tiger retained all the agility of a feline.

What young man hasn't dreamed of a White Tiger? Whether it was the majestic kind, or another type.

The Scholar hurried forward, "Boss, having this White Tiger is like having divine assistance."

"It is indeed good, just that it can't speak, looks a bit dull." Shen Qing gently patted the White Tiger's head, "When we get back, you're going to learn to speak, understand?"

The White Tiger's head immediately bobbed like a chick pecking at rice.

"Sir, what about these few people?"

His gaze shifted, and he saw that Lin Lian'er and the other two were still hanging from the tree.

Liu Wen was motionless, completely dead. Lin Lian'er's chest was still rising and falling slightly; she was alive. As for Liu Hui, she hadn't attacked anyone and had even saved Pang Xiyuan's life, so when they were interrogating them, they hadn't laid a hand on her.

Shen Qing walked closer and quietly looked at Liu Hui.

"Qingshan Sect, Liu Hui, right?"

The Scholar stepped forward and removed the rag stuffed into Liu Hui's mouth. However, Liu Hui didn't dare to look at Shen Qing, burying her head very deeply.

"Yes..."

Shen Qing continued his lecture.

"Do you know what crime it is to assassinate an Imperial Guard, and what the punishment would be?"

Liu Hui buried her head even lower, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Shen Qing let out a cold laugh.

"Qingshan Sect is truly interesting. Instead of tending to their own small patch of land, they insist on taking on jobs that warrant execution."

Liu Hui trembled even harder. She looked up and said, "Lord Shen, it is my fault, but it has nothing to do with the sect. I am willing to serve you as a slave or maid. I beg you to give Qingshan Sect a..."

Liu Hui's words were cut off by Shen Qing before she could finish.

"Just shut up. You're making it sound like I'm the villain."

"Let me tell you, whether it's related or not isn't something you can dismiss with a few words."

"However, Qingshan Sect is fortunate. With two idiots around, they also have you. Go back and tell your sect leader."

"Within ten days, every single one of your Qingshan Sect's Xiantian Realm experts, one is counted as one. I want to see them at the entrance of the Hundred Households Office. Otherwise..."

Shen Qing didn't finish his sentence, but everyone understood.

Years ago, a martial arts sect had experimented with this. Imperial Guards were assassinated in the morning, the sect's mountain gate was surrounded by the army at noon, and the entire sect was wiped out in the afternoon. As for a banquet? The entire sect was annihilated, so who would host a banquet for them?

Liu Hui looked up in confusion as Shen Qing turned and walked away. He pointed at Lin Lian'er, who was hanging from the tree.

"Drag that one who's still breathing. We're going back to the city for drinks."

Only after Shen Qing and his group had gone far away did Liu Hui break free from the ropes and land on the ground.

These ropes were ordinary ones and couldn't bind a peak Houtian Realm expert like her.

But she hadn't dared to break free.