What I fear most is the sudden silence in the air.
At the crucial moment of showing off its fierceness and power, it suddenly crashed and burned. The white tiger cub felt that it had never lost face like this in its entire life!
It doesn't want to live anymore!
Let's just throw the dead tiger away!
The white tiger cub lay motionless on the ground, trying to play dead. Fang Qiao and Little Vermilion Bird, however, dared not let their guard down.
The man and the bird exchanged a secret glance.
Fang Qiao: What's going on?
Suzaku: I don't know.
The two looked at each other, then turned back to keep a wary eye on it.
Little Vermilion Bird couldn't contain herself any longer and shouted angrily, "Hey! You stinky tiger! What are you trying to do, sneaking into my house disguised as a kitten?"
The white tiger cub finally snapped out of its daze, snorted coldly, and said arrogantly, "Nothing, I'm happy to do it."
"You won't talk? Be careful, or I'll set you on fire!" Little Vermilion Bird said, half angry and half probing.
"Release me if you dare!" The white tiger cub was not afraid at all: "A bald chicken that can't even transform into human form, do you think I'm afraid of you!"
Little Vermilion Bird hates being called a bald chicken the most!
Its feathers are absolutely gorgeous!
Sure enough, there isn't a single good tiger in the White Tiger clan!
The little Vermilion Bird let out an angry cry, then aimed at the White Tiger's head and spat out a flame the size of a baby's palm!
The white tiger cub stood tall and proud, brimming with confidence as it summoned its spiritual energy to face the challenge.
Although its spiritual energy has not yet recovered and is relatively deficient compared to usual, it is confident that it can still handle a low-level Vermilion Bird.
But the slap in the face came too quickly, like a tornado.
The white tiger cub remained upright, its face splattered with flames that came straight at it.
The next second, a smell of burning fur rose into the room.
The white tiger cub had a burnt-out head and a bewildered expression.
No, what about its spiritual power?
What about the protective shield it erected?
Where did it go? Where did it go?
Little Vermilion Bird, hands on hips, smugly declared, "Serves you right for being so arrogant! You were burned to a crisp by my spiritual fire! Still calling yourself 'this one'? You're more like an idiot!"
The tiger cub snapped angrily, "Shut up! Don't talk about me like that! You're the idiot!"
"You idiot!"
"You idiot!"
The two mythical beasts argued back and forth for several rounds about who was the idiot.
"..."
I thought this white tiger that calls itself "This Lord" would be some kind of powerful creature, but it turns out to be just as childish as the little Vermilion Bird! This beast is... not very old, is it?
Fang Qiao sighed and rubbed her forehead, then took the opportunity to use the life-saving treasure that Cheng Baidong had left her: a soul-binding rope.
The Spirit-Binding Rope, as the name suggests, is a rope that binds spiritual power. Once activated, it can firmly bind the target, preventing them from using their spiritual power and suppressing all aspects of their physical strength.
This spirit-binding rope was given to her by Cheng Baidong a while ago. It requires a high level of spiritual power control from the user. Fang Qiao had only recently received it and was not yet very skilled at using it, resulting in a high failure rate.
So she didn't take it out during the standoff.
Now that the white tiger cub and the little vermilion bird are fighting and creating clones, it's a good time to try activating the spirit-binding rope to tie it up.
Fortunately, she had some luck and successfully activated the Binding Rope to tie up the white tiger cub.
The white tiger cub was bound by the spirit-binding rope, and the whole tiger was in bad shape!
It glared at Fang Qiao with its piercing tiger eyes and accused him, "You attacked me from behind!"
Fang Qiao nodded and readily admitted, "Yes, that's right, I launched a sneak attack. Is that not allowed?"
The tiger cub was stunned by the question. After a couple of seconds of hesitation, it broke down and yelled, "You're cheating!"
“This isn’t cheating; it’s the best of the Thirty-Six Stratagems: a sneak attack.” Fang Qiao shrugged.
"How can you do this! You have no martial ethics!" Baihu pouted, feeling wronged.
"..."
Fang Qiao's lips twitched speechlessly.
Who taught this mythical beast to be so naive?
The white tiger cub, bound by the spirit-binding rope, lost both its spiritual power and physical strength, and was almost no different from an ordinary kitten.
Sweetie and An'an finally mustered up the courage to approach it again.
Chuan Chuan and Yue Yue, the two bolder ones, went straight for the kill.
The little Vermilion Bird shrank back to the size of a palm, arrogantly stepping on the white tiger cub's charred head, laughing loudly: "You big idiot! You don't even know the Thirty-Six Stratagems!"
"You know?" the White Tiger retorted!
It had never learned this kind of thing in its original world, so how could this bald chicken know it?
Little Vermilion Bird: "Don't look down on me! Of course I can! I've been here for a year and a half, and I haven't been here for nothing!"
The white tiger pursed its lips, thinking it was bragging.
What can it learn in just a year and a half? Not even enough time for it to take a nap.
Taking advantage of the fact that the White Tiger's attention was diverted by the Little Vermilion Bird, Fang Qiao quietly went outside, took out a teleportation talisman with a special mark from a stack of talismans in his space, and infused it with spiritual power.
Ten minutes later, Chen Jingrui, braving the wind and rain, entered Fang Qiao's house with two bodyguards.
Although Chen Jingrui was wearing a raincoat, he was still soaked. His face, hair, and clothes under the raincoat were all wet. When he stood in the house in his rain boots, water dripped from the hem of his clothes onto the ground, leaving a trail of water droplets.
After entering the house, he took off his raincoat and strode up to Fang Qiao: "Where's the tiger?"
"Right here."
Fang Qiao gestured for Chen Jingrui to look at the ground.
Chen Jingrui bent down, hooked the knot of the spirit-binding rope with his fingers, and lifted the white tiger cub from the ground: "Is this it?"
Fang Qiao nodded.
Chen Jingrui clicked his tongue: "A bit small."
The White Tiger was displeased and spat at him: "You're the little one! Your whole family are little! My true form is huge! I'll scare you to death when I transform!"
Chen Jingrui raised an eyebrow, a hint of interest flashing in his dark pupils: "Not small in stature, but big in words."
The White Tiger retorted angrily, "I'm not a little one! I've already said my original form is huge!"
Chen Jingrui gave a perfunctory "hmm" and ignored it, casually picking it up and turning to Fang Qiao, saying, "Comrade Fang, thank you for your hard work. I'll borrow the spirit-binding rope from you for a while, and I'll definitely return it to its rightful owner when Minister Cheng returns from his business trip."
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