Elephant Tyrant!
"Right."
Cheng Sheng nodded, "I want to buy one, just to play with."
"Play?"
Upon hearing this reason, Nalong glanced at Cheng Sheng with some surprise, then quickly laughed and said, "Keeping it as a pet? Why not choose a crocodile?"
After all, the totem of the Black Killing Style is the crocodile, and most Black Killing Style disciples have had the idea of keeping a crocodile as a pet, including Nalong himself.
"I've thought about it."
Cheng Sheng said, "We just can't find any good ones; they all seem inferior to the ones in our Black Swamp Crocodile Pool."
"Definitely. You won't find any fiercer crocodiles on the entire Wuda Island than those in the crocodile pool. The crocodile ancestor is right there..."
Cheng Sheng and Nalong walked out of the tin shed while talking. As fellow disciples, they quickly became acquainted.
Just as Cheng Sheng had predicted, he didn't need to bother making up any reasons. His age was the best cover-up—a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, a fighting genius, it was normal for him to have any impulsive and strange thoughts.
Nalong manages the Black River Elephant Farm, which houses over eighty elephants. The farm's main source of income is leasing them out.
In Nantu, renting elephants is a common practice for both companies and individuals.
For personal weddings, company celebrations, parades... their status is roughly equivalent to the luxury cars used to make a grand entrance at large events in my previous life.
Secondly, they are supplied to temples and scenic spots, and occasionally film crews will come to "borrow" a few beautiful ones for filming.
"If you just want to keep them as pets, just take whichever one you like and bring it home. You can return them whenever you get tired of them, just don't let them die..."
Nalong's personality was as generous as his appearance. After learning that Cheng Sheng bought the elephant just to "play" with it, he waved his hand and said that any elephant would do, and he could lend it to Cheng Sheng to raise for a few months for free.
"Nalong, Senior Brother Nalong."
Cheng Sheng shook his head, "But I'm really afraid I'll accidentally kill it..."
"Rest assured."
Nalong chuckled and patted him on the shoulder, "I'll send an elephant handler back with you, and the daily feed will be transported from the farm. It's like raising an elephant in a different place; there won't be any problems..."
Cheng Sheng still lacked confidence. After thinking for a moment, he offered, "How about this, senior brother? I'll pay you a deposit first. If something really goes wrong, then consider it as if I bought it."
"No need to trouble you with elephant handlers and feed, senior brother; I've already found those."
Nalong glanced at him with a slightly strange look, and finally nodded in agreement.
Nalong initially Cheng Sheng as just a student, and coupled with his strange idea of buying an elephant figure to play with, he couldn't help but regard him as the kind of "kid" who liked to cause trouble.
But after getting to know him, I found that Cheng Sheng was much more mature than I had expected—he had already thought about how to handle the aftermath before the incident even happened, which saved me a lot of trouble.
Considering that the other party had mastered the secret technique in nine days and mastered it to the core, possessing a talent even more monstrous than that of Sha Lie, Nalong couldn't help but find this junior brother in front of him more pleasing to the eye and had a stronger desire to seriously befriend him.
"We've gone around most of the way, so, have you picked one yet?"
Nalong asked Cheng Sheng with a smile.
Cheng Sheng looked at a metal shed not far away, where a family of three who looked like tourists were feeding a docile female elephant with bananas, with occasional excited and joyful screams coming from within.
He looked away, thought for a moment, and said, "The elephants here are all too docile. Aren't there any that are a bit more temperamental... troublemakers?"
"You're looking for a troublemaker?"
"Yes, the more rebellious, the better!"
Nalong looked at the youthful curiosity and desire for conquest that were gleaming in Cheng Sheng's eyes, and couldn't help but chuckle.
After a while, he said to Cheng Sheng, "Come with me."
The two got into a car and drove to the back of the elephant farm.
From afar, Cheng Sheng saw a lone black elephant standing by a murky pool of water.
Most elephants in the Black River Elephant Farm live in herds, but this black elephant's area is completely isolated from its kind.
It also looks much larger than a typical adult male elephant. Its broad and massive body resembles a thick, high wall, covered in messy black fur. Most striking of all are its exaggeratedly large tusks.
The teeth protrude straight out from both sides of the nose like swords, with slightly upturned tips. One of the teeth is broken, adding to its menacing appearance.
A mahout was feeding it when the black elephant with the broken tusk suddenly charged at the mahout without warning, startling him so much that he ran away.
Several elephant handlers rushed over, waving their hands and making various hand gestures, while whistling both threatening and soothing sounds... After a while, the black elephant gradually calmed down and returned to the edge of the pool.
"This guy has injured several of my elephant handlers in a month..."
Nalong squinted at the black elephant in the distance and said, "Its name is Sangni. Don't be fooled by its size; it's actually a female elephant."
However, it has always been extremely unsociable and has a violent temper, not only liking to attack other adult elephants, but also exhibiting serious patricide...
Nalong turned to Cheng Sheng and asked, "Do you remember Dongni from outside the boxing gym?"
"Dongni was born to her?"
Cheng Sheng blinked.
"No, Sangni's offspring were all trampled to death or fell to their deaths by itself."
Nalong chuckled, "What I'm trying to say is that Dongni was stepped on by Sangni when he was a puppy, so one of his legs has always been lame, but he always stands still, so very few people can tell..."
Cheng Sheng was somewhat surprised; he hadn't noticed that at all.
"... Sangni was practically the king of the elephant farm... oh no, to be precise, he was the tyrant of the elephant farm! Honestly, if it weren't for his beautiful appearance, I would have gotten rid of him long ago."
Nalong's definition of "beautiful" is clearly different from that of most people.
"... If you choose it, you don't need to pay any deposit. If it gets angry and tries to attack people, you can just chase it away or kill it."
Just be careful about the safety of your own people...
"Nalong, Senior Brother Nalong."
Cheng Sheng turned around and looked at the black elephant in the distance again, becoming more and more satisfied with the sight.
Half a minute later, he exhaled softly and said, "Then... I'll take it."
"Tap tap tap--"
A blue-gray truck, billowing black smoke, drove through the rainforest.
The truck bed was completely covered with a thick tarpaulin, and it looked like it was filled with some heavy load. As the truck drove by, it left two deep tire tracks along the way.
After driving for about ten minutes, the car finally stopped in an open space.
The open space showed signs of human cultivation, with many rotten and unprocessed pieces of wood scattered on the ground. Not far away was a simple shed made of corrugated iron, with a rusty iron saw hanging by the door.
"Bang!"
Cheng Sheng opened the car door, jumped out of the passenger seat of the truck, and then called to the workers who were helping to transport the elephant to lead Sangni into the tin shed.
This is the venue that Cheng Sheng had found in advance for the Five Sacrifices Ceremony.
It was originally a logging camp, but it closed down and was abandoned. Cheng Sheng spent some money to rent it.
This place is near the rainforest, and almost no one comes here normally.
The downside is that there are many snakes, insects, and venomous ants, which is quite annoying, but Cheng Sheng doesn't plan to stay there permanently, so it doesn't bother him.