Chapter 62: Crouching Tiger (2)

  The two-instrumented Qiankun array, which had shrunk in size, didn't require any spiritual stones. For several days, Shui observed the black tiger's movements while memorizing the contents of "Beast Taming Decree" on how to subdue tiger-type spirit beasts. In his mind, he was thinking of ways to tame the black tiger. The black tiger trapped in the array tried various methods but couldn't break free and eventually fell asleep.

  Ten days later, Wumudao Ren emerged from the stone room on time. Although Shuǐshēng couldn't probe into Wumudao Ren's magical powers with his divine thoughts, he also felt that Wumudao Ren seemed to be greatly different from before.

  "Are you ready?" Wumu Dao Ren smiled faintly and asked. Shui Sheng nodded tensely. Wumu Dao Ren patted Shui Sheng's shoulder and said, "Just let loose, I'll guard the cave entrance for you."

  He finished speaking, stretched out his right hand and beckoned to the nearest flagpole of the Qiankun formation. With a "whoosh" sound, three seven-foot-long flagpoles flew out from the rocks, quickly shrinking in mid-air until they reached Wu Mu Dao Ren's hands, where they transformed into four-inch-long objects that flashed with yellow light before disappearing into his sleeves. Wu Mu Dao Ren took one step forward and appeared at the entrance of the cave, sat down cross-legged, pulled out the Qiankun divine sword, and inserted it in front of him.

  The two-arrayed Qiankun array, which was missing three flags, let out a mournful cry, and the white light screen shattered with a loud "crack". The small black tiger inside the array was initially startled, shrinking back into the corner of the wall. Only when it saw the light screen disappear did it pluck up its courage and swing out a black claw mark. Watching as the claw mark flew easily several zhang away, it then moved its body, dashing towards the cave entrance with the speed of a swift wind.

  A flash of blue light, and a figure in a blue robe appeared in front of the black tiger. With a flick of his mind, he summoned a four-foot-long black spear that shone like jade. The spear shot towards the black tiger's skull with a loud "clang", as if it had struck an iron plate. Water Birth's right hand went numb and he retreated three steps, the short spear in his hand vanishing without a trace. The black tiger's body crashed to the ground, but it quickly scrambled to its feet, opened its jaws wide, let out a low growl, and glared at Water Birth with bared teeth.

  The two of them unexpectedly shared the autumn colors!

  Shui Sheng didn't dare to use his true energy to condense a short spear to stab the black tiger, fearing that he would end up killing it. Unexpectedly, the black tiger's skull was even harder than rock, and it actually shattered the short spear! The black tiger couldn't have imagined that this little guy could smash its own head dizzy, and in its heart, it felt extremely unconvinced, letting out a tiger roar as it charged towards Shui Sheng.

  The water-born mouth muttered to itself, and suddenly a white mist burst forth around its body. The black tiger pounced into the mist, but ended up with nothing. Just as it was about to turn back, a sharp pain struck its back, and a small wound appeared, with blood spouting out. The black tiger didn't dare look back, and instead sprinted forward, landing on a stone table by the water pool, looking around cautiously.

  A figure emerged from the white fog, holding a foot-long white ice sword in hand. With a sly smile, he loosened his grip and the ice sword struck down towards the black tiger's back.

  Misty Art, Ice Cone Technique, and Dark Iron Stab - the three techniques were constantly changing in Shui Sheng's hands. In the blink of an eye, the two had already exchanged over a dozen moves. Although Hei Hu's body had added over a dozen wounds, Shui Sheng's blue shirt was also torn open by Hei Hu's sharp claws and teeth, adding several more wounds to his body. Hei Hu saw that this "little guy" could actually stab him, and he became extremely displeased, not thinking of escaping, but instead letting out loud roars as he continued to pounce on Shui Sheng.

  Shuǐ shēng kàn le kàn shēn shàng qīng shān, dà wèi "xīn tòng", gān cuì tuō diào qīng shān, rēng dào dì shàng, lù chū guāng liū liū de shàng shēn lái, dà hǒu yī shēng, cuī dòng zhēn qì zài tǐ nèi fēi sù liú zhuǎn, fǎ tǐ wài dùn shí yǒng qǐ yī céng jīn guāng, shùn jiān xíng chéng yī gè jīn guāng càn càn de guāng zhào, jiù rú tóng pī le yī jiàn jīn sè jiǎ yī yì bān, jiù lián liǎng zhī xiǎo quán tou dōu biàn chéng le chì jīn zhī sè, yī tóu xiàng hēi hǔ chōng qù. Hēi hǔ háo wú shì ruò, zòng shēn pū shàng.

  One man and one tiger unfolded a fierce hand-to-hand combat in the stone room, Wu Mu Dao Ren didn't expect Shui Sheng to use such a stupid method, he was slightly stunned, but didn't say anything. Of course, if it were really possible to make the black tiger surrender with just fists, that would save a lot of trouble.

  Although Shuiyin's magical powers were higher than those of most Jindan initial cultivators, he had no experience in fighting against cultivators and demonic beasts. The spells he learned were few, and he didn't have the means to control magic treasures like a Jindan period cultivator. The ice sword and long spear condensed from his internal true energy couldn't cause much harm to the black tiger, and it was too cumbersome to urge them on. That broken sword magic treasure was too sharp, and he was afraid that if he used the broken sword, he wouldn't be able to control it properly and would end up killing the black tiger! After thinking about it, he decided to combine his martial arts skills, which he had practiced since childhood, with the golden shield to protect himself and fight against the black tiger.

  Using only the Golden Light Shield spell, things became much easier. Shui Sheng had been training in the Bagua Swimming Dragon Pillar technique since he was young under his parents' guidance. At this moment, he dodged and weaved, punching and kicking, his movements light and quick. His fists and feet struck Black Tiger's waist, back, and abdomen one after another. Although Black Tiger jumped around, pounced left and right, its claws flashing wildly, it couldn't break through Shui Sheng's protective Golden Light Shield. On the contrary, it took a lot of punches and kicks. In less than the time it takes to eat a meal, Black Tiger was already feeling sharp pains all over its body, even one of its front legs was kicked by Shui Sheng until it limped. For a moment, Da Sheng's heart was filled with fear again, after taking another round of punches and kicks, he didn't dare to fight anymore, turned around and ran towards the cave entrance guarded by Wu Mu Dao Ren.

  Shuǐ Shēng was already exhausted, with 90% of his internal energy depleted. The protective divine light around him was growing dimmer and on the verge of dispersing. Just as he was secretly crying out for help, Hei Hu surprisingly ran away by himself.

  Wu Mu Dao's right fist floated lightly and shot out, striking the black tiger that was charging towards him. The wind whistled as a yellow fist shadow flashed several feet away, accurately hitting the black tiger's forehead with a loud "boom". The black tiger flew backwards, fell to the ground, and for a moment felt dizzy and couldn't get up. Shui Sheng quickly ran to the back of the black tiger, grabbed its tail with both hands, let out a loud roar, and swung the black tiger's body in a circle in mid-air before heavily slamming it to the ground.

  Black tiger eyes burst into golden flowers, mouth spitting fresh blood, head tilted to one side, fainted.

  Shuǐ Shēng rode on the back of the old tiger, striking its head with three more punches. Seeing that the black tiger didn't move at all, he stopped hitting it and picked up the black tiger's ear, shaking it a few times. When he saw that the black tiger hung its head motionless without any movement, his heart panicked, and he stood up to say to Wu Mu Dao Ren: "Daozhang, is it dead?"

  Wu Mu Dao Long originally thought that Shui Sheng would have a hard time, but he didn't expect him to defeat the black tiger so quickly. He stood up and walked towards Shui Sheng, scanning with his divine sense, knowing that the black tiger was just unconscious. Chuckling, he said: "He's pretending to be dead! If you really killed it, I'd have to skin it and sell its fur!"

  The aquatic heart in this just relaxed, asked: "What to do next?" Wu Mu Dao people frown, said: "You didn't practice the 'Beast Taming Decision' for several days? Winning the fight is already done, do you still need me to teach what's next?"

  Shui Sheng smiled awkwardly, scratched his head, and sat down cross-legged beside Hei Hu. With both hands pinched together, he employed a secret technique of divine thought from the "Beast Taming Scripture", injecting his thoughts thread by thread into Hei Hu's spiritual sea.

  Wu Mu Dao Ren quietly watched Shui Sheng cast his spell, not disturbing him. After Shui Sheng finished casting, Wu Mu took out a thin book from his sleeve and tossed it to Shui Sheng, saying: "This contains another Blood Forbidden Technique recorded by the elder Qian Kun. You can use this to add an extra layer of restriction on it. With this forbidden technique, even if you encounter Ice Seal Valley's Yuan Ying cultivator who excels at capturing spiritual beasts, they won't be able to take this black tiger alive from your hands." After speaking, he walked to the corner of the wall and began to collect the remaining flags of the Two Instruments Qian Kun Array.

  Shuǐ Shēng carefully read the book several times, and then asked Wū Mù Dào Rén to clarify a few places he didn't quite understand. Only then did he use another secret method to inject a small amount of his own essence into the Hēi Hǔ Yāo Dān, and cast a mysterious seal on Hēi Hǔ's body that could detonate the Hēi Hǔ Yāo Dān at any time.

  Waiting for the next move, his right hand pressed on the top of Hei Hu's head, and with a burst of true energy, a cold aura rushed into Hei Hu's body. After a moment, Hei Hu's whole body trembled slightly, slowly opening its bronze-like eyes to see Shui Sheng standing in front of it. Its heart was startled, and it quickly scrambled to its feet, its body swiftly moving towards the entrance of the cave. A flash of black light, and it reached the entrance; another flash, and it was about to escape from the cave. Its speed was much faster than Shui Sheng's full-force sprint.

  Shuǐ Shēng let out a cold hum, his divine sense stirred, and the black tiger let out a loud roar, followed by a thud as it fell to the ground, rolling around in agony at the entrance of the cave. Shuǐ Shēng walked step by step towards the black tiger, which was now weak all over, its limbs twitching, its consciousness buzzing with pain, and waves of stinging pain inside its body. Seeing Shuǐ Shēng approach, it became even more frightened, involuntarily curling up into a ball, letting out low roars, and flashing pleading eyes!

  "Who made you appear in He Lian's Ling Beast Bag? Blame that old guy if you must! If you're willing to be my contracted Ling Beast, nod your head. If not, I'll kill and eat you!" Shui Sheng put on a fierce expression and shouted loudly.

  Hei Hu stared blankly at Shui Sheng, seemingly unable to understand what he was saying. Shui Sheng hummed and steeled himself, once again using his spiritual power to activate the seal. Hei Hu rolled around on the ground again, wailing in anguish, his cries piercing the air! After Shui Sheng stopped casting his spell, Hei Hu spat out white foam, lying limp on the ground like a lump of mud, panting heavily.

  With a flick of his aquatic magical power, the black sword flew out from his arm with a "whoosh" and transformed into a four-foot-long sword that flashed in front of the Black Tiger's skull, saying: "I'll ask you one more time, are you willing to be my spiritual beast?"

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