183: Chapter 183 Little King Awakens

Soft golden light overflows from the mouth of the pouch, illuminating the entire small cabin in a golden hue. At the same time, you clearly feel that the surrounding Spiritual Qi is rushing toward the Spirit Beast pouch at an abnormal speed.

Little Wang is about to wake up!

Without a moment of hesitation, you flip off the bed, take out the pre-purchased Tier 1 Low Grade concealment Formation from your Storage Pouch, and quickly insert the six Formation Flags into the ground according to their positions with your fingers. Spiritual power is injected, the Formation is activated, and a layer of transparent light barrier rises from the top of the Formation Flags, enveloping the entire small cabin within it.

The light barrier flickers twice before fading into invisibility. Looking from the outside, the Spiritual Qi fluctuations of this room have been completely shielded, blending seamlessly with the surrounding environment.

You let out a sigh of relief, and your gaze falls back onto the Spirit Beast pouch.

The golden light grows increasingly intense, and the Spirit Beast pouch can no longer contain the expansion of energy inside, shaking violently. You reach out to untie the pouch opening, and a ball of golden light flies out from it, hovering in the center of the room.

That is a giant golden cocoon.

The dense cracks on the cocoon wall are expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye, and golden light pours out from the fissures.

"Crack—"

A crisp cracking sound.

The cocoon wall splits into two right down the middle.

Golden light bursts forth, scorching your eyes so that you subconsciously raise a hand to shield them. A thick Spiritual Qi storm sweeps out the moment the giant cocoon shatters, blowing your hair and robes into a rustling frenzy.

The light dissipates.

You lower your arm.

Compared to before, Little Wang's appearance has not undergone the earth-shattering changes you imagined. Its size is still that of an ordinary adult fierce tiger, and its coat of white fur is as pure as snow without a shred of impurity, except that at the tip of its single tiger tail, a cluster of extremely fluffy, light golden long fur has grown.

Its pupils have turned a pale golden color, cold and noble. Most peculiarly, on its smooth forehead, there are no tiger-specific "Wang" characters or markings, remaining completely smooth.

There is no churning demonic light around its body, nor any auspicious clouds accompanying it. If its aura is not probed and it is thrown into a secular mountain forest, anyone would only take it for an ordinary wild white tiger with a prettier appearance.

But you can tell.

What is settled in those golden pupils is not something an ordinary beast can possess.

Moreover, through the contract, you clearly perceive that Little Wang's cultivation has stepped into the Qi Refining Realm.

Your eyes light up, and the arc of your lips cannot be suppressed no matter how hard you try.

"Little Wang, how did the 'Wang' character on your forehead disappear? Could it be that you should be called Little White now?" You look at it, your eyes full of smiles.

The white tiger tilts its head, its golden pupils looking at you blankly, as if it has not yet fully recovered from its long slumber.

After a moment, its nostrils twitch.

Hearing your voice, the white tiger's cold golden beast pupils instantly turn clear, and a cute, rumbling "purr purr" sound emits from its throat. With a push of its limbs, it leaps directly into your arms.

Several hundred pounds of weight smash down; if it were an ordinary female cultivator, she would definitely suffer a fracture, but you were once of the Land Immortal Realm physical constitution, so you only take a slight step back before steadily hugging its big head.

Its huge tiger head rubs frantically against your face and neck.

"Enough, enough!" You laugh while pushing its head away.

It rests its huge front paws on your shoulders, its golden pupils filled with an expression intertwined with grievance and joy, and a series of whimpering low growls come from its throat.

You reach out to wrap your arms around its neck, bury your face into that soft and warm white fur, and close your eyes.

"Alright, alright, I missed you too."

You vigorously rub the thick white fur on the back of its neck, rolling around on the ground with it and playing for a long time.

Afterwards, you take out three bottles of pre-prepared "Beast Feeding Pills" from your Storage Pouch—these are the favorite blood-food substitutes for Tier 1 Low Grade Yao Beasts. You pull out the corks and feed them into Little Wang's mouth one by one.

Less than the time it takes to burn an incense stick after feeding the Medicinal Pills, Little Wang's eyelids begin to droop, and its golden pupils are gradually submerged by heavy fatigue. It lets out a huge yawn, revealing a mouthful of snowy white sharp teeth, and then rests its huge head on your lap, falling into a deep sleep.

You look down at it, gently stroking the back of its neck.

"It seems that having just broken out of the cocoon, its body still needs sleep to digest the Bloodline power." Looking at the sweetly sleeping white tiger, you helplessly sigh, "Another mouth to feed has been added; in the future, I'll have to draw more talismans to earn rations for this little fellow."

You gently move Little Wang's head away from your lap, put it back into the Spirit Beast pouch, sit back down at the desk, and pick up the Scarlet Flame Wolf-Hair Brush.

The tip of the pen is dipped in spiritual ink, falling onto the talisman paper.

Continue drawing talismans.

The next day, you test Little Wang's abilities in the courtyard.

You release Little Wang from the Spirit Beast pouch, set up a concealment Formation around the courtyard for it, and then point to the half-person-tall small spirit tree in the corner of the courtyard, saying, "Little Wang, attack that tree."

Little Wang tilts its head to look at you, then looks at the tree, seemingly finding it a bit boring to attack a tree, but under your urging, it still opens its mouth.

A gush of white cold qi surges out from Little Wang's mouth.

The temperature drops sharply in an instant. Even standing three zhang away, you can feel a bone-chilling coolness. The cold qi transforms into a frost-white wind blade, carrying fine ice crystals, and rushes straight toward that small spirit tree.

"Crack."

The leaves of the spirit tree instantly freeze into ice in the cold wind, the surface of the branches is covered with a layer of white frost, and the soil around the tree roots is frozen hard.

You walk closer to check, reaching out to touch the tree trunk; it is bone-chillingly cold, and the frost layer on the bark is a full finger thick.

You have Little Wang try attacking a few more times—charging, clawing, and biting—and find that aside from that frosty wind which can freeze vegetation and significantly slow down the target's speed, Little Wang has not displayed any other special abilities.

But one point leaves a deep impression on you.

Without using spiritual power, you punch Little Wang's back relying solely on your Physical Body. A dull collision sound rings out, and Little Wang doesn't even sway; instead, your finger bones ache faintly.

"What a tyrannical Physical Body!" You are secretly shocked. It is only at Level 1 of the Qi Refining Realm, yet the hardness of its flesh, bones, and fur actually exceeds the Physical Body defense of your peak Origin Qi Realm Martial Artist days.

You used to dare to stick your hand into its mouth to let it grind its teeth, but now... forget it.

"An exotic beast that can control ice, snow, and cold qi..." You sit on the steps, watching Little Wang chase its own tail in the courtyard, your fingers tapping your knees unconsciously. "Mystic Ice Python? No, that's a snake species. Ice Soul White Ape? That's an ape. Snow Lion? Doesn't quite look like it either..."