May 14.
Fang Mountain was forever shrouded in clouds and mist, with scattered drizzles falling. The tigers' roars from the zoo and the faint sound of Dragon's Roar drifting down from the mountaintop formed a grand, low symphony.
There were naturally no dragons in this world.
Lu Chenzhou, who was watching the tigers before Tiger Garden, knew that it was Grandmaster Wang breathing. Dragon's Roar might have been related to the cultivation art he practiced, though the specifics were unknown.
As for the clouds and mist enshrouding the mountaintop, they were presumably related to the grandmaster as well. Shi Ruyu had said that innate breath emerged from all eighty-four thousand pores of the body, clouds steaming and mist rising. With a grandmaster's might, covering this small hill was nothing much—like an immortal miracle.
After Black Tiger finished its daily howling, it began to doze off.
Lu Chenzhou had already seen Tiger Bro. After taking Bone-Strengthening Granules here, he practiced Black Tiger Fist and Mountain-Crossing Body for an hour, but unfortunately, no sudden inspiration descended upon him.
It had already been half a month since he had last entered that state.
Things that relied on luck truly were unstable.
He looked toward the Martial Dao Tree.
Martial Arts ... Black Tiger Fist: Mastery (12%) Mountain-Crossing Body: Proficient (30%) Swallow Return Fist: Skilled (91%) Sea-Skimming Body: Proficient (66%) Cultivation Arts Dragon-Tiger Heaven Stance: 6th Aperture (43%)
After reaching Mastery, Black Tiger Fist's percentage progress had slowed. It was not that Lu Chenzhou cultivated slowly; it was that every additional 1% at this stage required far too much proficiency. That was even with the "slight comprehension" boost from the Fistheart No Regrets Divine Seed.
In his normal state, he could only raise it by 1% a day.
In other words, he