Chapter 159: Born King

Ye Yuan and Nanfeng Zhirou both widened their eyes, staring at the scene in disbelief.

The little white tiger darted like lightning to the seven-inch spot of the black python and bit down on the seven-colored flower!

"Hiss... hiss..."

The black python itself hadn't expected that this little white tiger would take advantage of the situation, and instead of biting anywhere else, it bit precisely on its seven-inch spot!

This was fatal!

The black python kept twisting its body, trying to shake off the little white tiger.

But the little white tiger's jaws were clamped tightly around the seven-colored flower, refusing to let go no matter how the python shook!

With its seven-inch spot bitten, the black python could barely exert a tenth of its strength. Coupled with its previous injuries from fighting the white tiger and the wounds inflicted by Ye Yuan, it soon stopped moving, only twitching occasionally.

A mid second-rank beast had been bitten to death by a little white tiger!

Even though the black python was still, the little white tiger refused to let go, holding on stubbornly.

Ye Yuan picked up Canghua Sword, walked over to the black python, and patted the little white tiger's head. The little white tiger seemed to understand and released its grip.

Afraid that the bite wasn't enough, Ye Yuan added a cut to the seven-colored flower, finishing off the Seven-Colored Flowing Cloud Python completely.

After letting go, the little white tiger ignored the python and returned to its mother, licking her wounds with its small tongue.

Ye Yuan and Nanfeng Zhirou looked at each other, at a loss for words.

They had expended so much effort, yet in the end, it was this little one that delivered the fatal blow.

But the speed the little one had just shown also earned their respect. When it grew up, it would definitely be a formidable presence!

Nanfeng Zhirou glanced at the white tiger lying on the ground, then looked at Ye Yuan.

Ye Yuan understood her meaning but shook his head and said, "She's too badly injured and has been poisoned by the Seven-Colored Flowing Cloud Python. There's nothing I can do."

Nanfeng Zhirou said unwillingly, "Didn't you bring a lot of pills? Shouldn't you have antidotes and healing medicines?"

Ye Yuan sighed and said, "It's useless. The constitution of beasts is different from humans; they require corresponding pills. The pills I have are useless for her."

Pills for beasts form their own system and cannot be shared with those for humans.

Only someone like Ye Yuan, a grandmaster in alchemy, could achieve such brilliant accomplishments in both systems simultaneously.

But even the cleverest housewife cannot cook a meal without rice. Without a pill furnace or medicinal ingredients here, no matter how skilled Ye Yuan was, he couldn't conjure pills out of thin air.

Ye Yuan's words were essentially a death sentence for the white tiger. Nanfeng Zhirou couldn't bear it, and looking at the whimpering little white tiger, she couldn't help but shed tears again.

Ye Yuan also felt quite sorry.

It wasn't that he was overly sympathetic, but the scene before him was too similar to his own experience in his past life.

Although the white tiger was just a beast, he still felt for her.

The white tiger's eyes, which had been closed, slowly opened, and her spirit seemed to revive a little.

Seeing its mother open her eyes, the little white tiger joyfully jumped around in front of her.

The white tiger's gaze was full of affection, completely unlike a fierce beast.

But both Ye Yuan and Nanfeng Zhirou knew that this was the white tiger's last radiance; she was probably on her last legs.

The white tiger looked at her cub with love for a few moments, then shifted her gaze to Ye Yuan, revealing a pleading expression.

Then, using all her remaining strength, she pushed the little white tiger to Ye Yuan's feet with her head.

This white tiger was actually entrusting her cub to him!

To be honest, Ye Yuan didn't want to be a babysitter. He had many things to do and no time to waste on this.

Although he sympathized with the mother and child, raising this little white tiger seemed like too much trouble.

The white tiger clearly saw Ye Yuan's hesitation and let out a low growl, like a final lament, her plea unmistakable.

Seeing Ye Yuan hesitate, Nanfeng Zhirou became furious and said, "Ye Yuan, do you have any compassion? The little white tiger is so pitiful, losing its mother so young. Leaving it here, it will be killed by other beasts! If you won't take it in, I will! Come here, little white tiger!"

But the little white tiger didn't approach Nanfeng Zhirou; instead, it jumped back, clearly unwilling to leave its mother.

The white tiger growled again, her gaze turning stern. The little white tiger, like a child who had done wrong, lowered its head and walked over to Ye Yuan's feet.

Seeing this, Nanfeng Zhirou was furious.

"Hey, you little thing, are you stupid? He doesn't want you, so why go to him? Come over here!"

As she spoke, Nanfeng Zhirou reached out to pick up the little white tiger, but it slipped between Ye Yuan's legs, refusing to let her hold it.

This made Nanfeng Zhirou even angrier. She was hot-tempered by nature, and having her kindness thrown back in her face, how could she be in a good mood?

"Run again! Run again and I'll pull your ears!" Nanfeng Zhirou said, hands on her hips, her face full of anger.

In response, she got a roar that sounded like a cat's meow.

This human and tiger actually started playing hide-and-seek around Ye Yuan.

Ye Yuan was amused and exasperated by Nanfeng Zhirou. So this woman's temper flared regardless of whether the target was human or beast!

"Alright, alright, stop spinning around, or I'll get dizzy! I'll take in the little white tiger, okay?" Ye Yuan said impatiently.

Ye Yuan pushed Nanfeng Zhirou aside, bent down, and said to the white tiger, "Don't worry. Since I've agreed, I'll take good care of him. With me, his future strength will definitely surpass yours. You can go in peace."

It wasn't that Ye Yuan was heartless, but the white tiger was already beyond saving. The reason she hadn't died yet was that Ye Yuan hadn't agreed.

Though they couldn't communicate verbally, the white tiger seemed to understand what Ye Yuan said. She let out another low growl, as if thanking him, and then gradually fell silent.

The little white tiger seemed to realize what had happened. Whimpering, it went to its mother and tried to nudge her with its head, but the white tiger showed no response.

Seeing this, Nanfeng Zhirou's tears streamed down again, her earlier fierceness completely gone.

What an emotional woman!

Ye Yuan sighed, sat down on the spot, swallowed a pill, and began to regulate his breathing.

The Sword Control Art was also a soul secret technique with formidable power. But for Ye Yuan at his current level, it was still somewhat taxing. Using it just once had severely drained his primal and soul power.

After a period of meditation, he woke up and found the little white tiger circling around him.

Seeing Ye Yuan look over, the little white tiger wagged its tail and jumped into his arms.

"I'm puzzled. You didn't even want him, so why is this little white tiger so clingy to you?" Nanfeng Zhirou said, unconvinced.

Ye Yuan laughed and said, "This is called charisma! I was born with the bearing of a king, able to attract countless followers. Huh... this little white tiger... something's not right!"

Just as Ye Yuan was boasting, his expression changed.