In the fourth year of Kaiyuan, deep within Little Cui Ridge.
Whoosh!
Beneath an endlessly rushing waterfall, a figure sat cross-legged!
Facing the waterfall's savage impact, the figure remained as steady as a boulder. Seated amid the raging current, he did not move in the slightest, as though his entire body had been embedded in the rock.
No one knew how long this had continued. After quite some time, the figure abruptly opened his eyes.
Two flashes of brilliant light shot from his eyes, almost tangible in substance.
"Roar!"
The figure meditating beneath the waterfall was naturally Li Qing.
He opened his mouth and roared. The blood and qi throughout his body erupted, and even the plunging torrent was blasted apart, forming a vacuum around him.
Accompanied by a clear howl, an overwhelmingly ferocious tiger's roar echoed through the mountain forest.
As the bushes rustled, a Striped Giant Tiger nearly four meters long and fully two meters tall charged swiftly out of the woods.
It held a large stag in its jaws, one that looked to weigh five or six hundred jin.
Yet this did not affect the tiger's speed in the slightest. It still darted nimbly through the forest at astonishing speed.
Before long, the tiger carried the stag to the edge of the pool formed by the waterfall's impact.
Seeing Rice Bucket, Li Qing stopped cultivating and leaped out in a single bound.
Just as he was about to fall into the pool, he lightly tapped the water with the tip of his foot. Not only did he not sink, he instead borrowed force from the surface and leaped out of the deep pool once more.
Had any Martial Arts Master been present, they would certainly have been stunned by this scene, sighing that his lightness skill had