Little Cui Ridge was the most vast stretch of woodland in all of Feng Kingdom. Its terrain was so perilous it could be called a natural chasm!
"Awooo!"
A ferocious tiger's roar rang out from the forest, startling a flock of birds into flight.
A massive tiger emerged from the thickets, carrying the imposing aura of a king born to rule, enough to strike fear into anyone.
Yet the next moment, the tiger actually put on a fawning display toward the figure seated cross-legged atop a huge boulder before it, repeatedly licking the young man's cheek.
It looked nothing like a wild, untamable tiger. Its docility was simply astonishing.
"Honestly, you blockhead. I told you I'm cultivating Qi—stop bothering me all the time!"
The figure seated cross-legged on the boulder was Li Qing.
"Awoo!" Rice Bucket lay on the ground and exposed its belly, covered in snowy white fur, wearing an ingratiating look.
Seeing this, Li Qing could only shake his head helplessly and rub its soft belly.
"It hasn't even been that long since I last saw you, and you, Rice Bucket, have gotten fatter again."
Though he said that, there was little reproach on Li Qing's face. If anything, he looked quite pleased.
He was now certain that Rice Bucket was no ordinary wild beast, but a fierce tiger with demon beast blood in its veins. Otherwise, it could never have grown so robust.
Unfortunately, over these past few years, aside from having an extraordinary appetite, the blockhead had never displayed anything miraculous before him.
"Enough. Go play by yourself." Li Qing chased Rice Bucket away, then sat cross-legged once more and began circulating the Earth Origin Art.
It had already been over a month since he returned to Little Cui Ridge. Just as Li Qing had expected,