Chapter 7

Hearing Ye Fei's words, Qingyuan Python hastily stopped and said in surprise, "Master, this cultivation technique is truly powerful. Even Xiaoqing didn't sense the battle ahead. The divine sense is truly mysterious."

"Indeed, without divine sense, I wouldn't have been able to detect it either. In battle, this should be quite advantageous," Ye Fei said with a hint of joy.

"Master, why don't we go and see the commotion? After all, with your divine sense, we can detect them in advance," Qingyuan Python transmitted.

"This, if the opponent is a Foundation Establishment cultivator, wouldn't we be in great danger? Let's take a detour," Ye Fei pondered and said.

"Master, you are truly timid. If the opponent is a Foundation Establishment cultivator, Xiaoqing wouldn't be afraid either. Besides, if they were Foundation Establishment, wouldn't they have detected us long ago?" Without waiting for Ye Fei's agreement, Qingyuan Python's figure flashed and cautiously moved forward.

"What are you doing? Come back, Xiaoqing." Ye Fei said, but seeing that Xiaoqing didn't move, he didn't say anything more. To be honest, Ye Fei was also curious and wanted to see what was happening. He had already detected that the opponent was merely an Eighth Stage Cultivation practitioner, but his adversary was the reason Ye Fei wanted to take a detour.

Because the adversary was a pure white giant tiger, which, judging by its ferocity, had reached the Core Formation stage, with strength comparable to Xiaoqing's.

At this moment, Xiaoqing suddenly stopped, and Ye Fei leaped off the python's body with a swoosh. The two slowly approached, and soon they were not far from the battle. Xiaoqing's body flashed with a green light, instantly shrinking to about three feet long, and then 'swoosh'—it disappeared into Ye Fei's sleeve.

Through a few ancient trees, Ye Fei clearly saw the appearance of the cultivator, a teenager of about sixteen or seventeen. But at this moment, he was being toyed with by a white tiger over half a zhang tall. It seemed the white tiger didn't want to eat him quickly.

In the distance, the teenager in a green robe held a silver longsword in one hand and several talismans in the other, looking at the white tiger with a tense expression. His clothes were in tatters, and even his leg bones were exposed, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. He was breathing heavily.

"Charms? It seems this person is from a major sect," Ye Fei mused. Ordinary family descendants wouldn't have such one-time consumable treasures.

The white giant tiger looked at the human with a somewhat contemptuous gaze, occasionally pawing the ground, making a 'thud' sound, seemingly exerting a terrifying pressure on the youth.

"You, demon tiger, if you have the guts, just eat me quickly, hmpf." The youth, with a pained expression, raised his head and shouted to the sky, "Father, Mother, Zhe'er cannot serve you two elders anymore. If there is a next life, Zhe'er will still be your child."

As soon as he finished speaking, the youth's face suddenly calmed, and he threw the talismans at the white tiger, then formed a hand seal with one hand.

'Puff, puff, puff'—the three earth-colored talismans turned into three fireballs about a foot in size, shooting towards the white tiger.

Hearing the youth's sorrowful shout to his parents, Ye Fei's expression changed, and he looked hesitant.

"Master, do you want to help?" At this moment, Xiaoqing, in Ye Fei's sleeve, seemed eager and transmitted to Ye Fei.

Hearing this, Ye Fei thought for a moment and then transmitted, "Xiaoqing, to be honest, how confident are you in defeating it?"

"Hmm, judging by its aura, I can't say I can devour it, but it can't harm me either. With your help, we might have a chance to kill it. This is a Core Formation white tiger. If I can devour its demon core and absorb its essence, it will be greatly beneficial to me," Xiaoqing said excitedly.

"Oh, if that's the case, let's try to see if we can kill it. Perhaps the demon core will be beneficial to your advancement. If we can't, with your unique speed, the white tiger won't be able to catch us," Ye Fei said.

At this moment, the white giant tiger had already dispersed the three fireballs, but one of its front paws was clearly burned. It then let out a deafening roar, seemingly truly enraged. Its eyes glowed with ferocity, and it opened its terrifying mouth, pouncing fiercely at the youth.

"Good timing." Seeing this, the youth threw his longsword forward and cast a spell. With a swoosh, the sword glowed silver and hummed, shooting towards the white tiger.

Seeing this, the white tiger's figure paused, then raised a front paw. A white light flashed, and five sharp claws appeared. With a fierce swipe, 'thud'—it heavily knocked the seemingly powerful silver sword aside, leaving it dim and damaged.

The youth's face changed. At this moment, recalling the sword to defend was too late. Besides, he was no match for the demon beast and was already severely injured, unable to run. Helpless, he closed his eyes, looking tense.

A 'thud' sounded.

It seemed two massive creatures had collided. Then, several explosions followed.

At this moment, the green-robed youth seemed to sense something and opened his eyes, looking around. He saw a green giant python appear, entangled with the white tiger.

As the youth was still stunned, he suddenly noticed a white-robed teenager of about fourteen or fifteen standing beside him, watching the battle between the two demon beasts with a serious expression. This person was Ye Fei.

At this moment, the youth finally reacted, hurriedly bowing to the white-robed youth and said solemnly, "I am Jin Zhe, a disciple of the 'Qianya Sect.' Thank you, Daoist friend, for your help. If I can escape this danger, I will surely repay you in the future."

Seeing the green python and the white tiger evenly matched, Ye Fei sighed in relief, then turned to the youth, bowed, and nodded, "You're welcome. I was just passing by. Seeing a demon beast attack a human, I couldn't stand by and do nothing."

Hearing this, the green-robed youth, Jin Zhe, waved his hand and said hurriedly, "Regardless, you saved me. May I ask your name and which sect you belong to?"

"I am a wandering cultivator. I don't belong to any sect," Ye Fei said.

"What? A wandering cultivator? Without a sect, you can control a Core Formation demon beast?" Jin Zhe said, looking incredulous.

Initially, seeing the green python battling the white tiger, Ye Fei had a worried look, and Jin Zhe thought Ye Fei's spirit beast must be his companion. He initially assumed Ye Fei was the son of a sect leader or a young master of a family, but he never expected Ye Fei to be a wandering cultivator.

After all, such a high-level demon beast, if not tamed by a high-ranking Core Formation cultivator, would be difficult to subdue even for a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Seeing Jin Zhe's surprise, Ye Fei shook his head and said, "I saved it before it advanced. I consider it a friend, not a demon beast. My name is Ye Xuan."

Hearing Ye Fei's response, Jin Zhe seemed to understand and nodded, "Oh, I see. But to subdue such a high-level demon beast at the Cultivation stage is indeed fortunate." Though he understood the reason, Jin Zhe still found it hard to believe.

'Puff, puff, puff'—at this moment, the two massive creatures fell to the ground, both looking battered. The green python's body was torn in several places, blood flowing continuously.

The white tiger was no better, with a large chunk of flesh torn from its neck, exposing white bones, and covered in blood, lying on the ground, breathing heavily, its eyes glaring at the green python.

Their eyes met, both showing defiance, and then they lunged at each other again, not using their innate abilities, as if only this way could they truly fight.

During this time, Jin Zhe skillfully treated his wounds, watching the evenly matched battle with a serious expression.

"Daoist Jin, can you still fight now?" Ye Fei asked, staring at the two massive creatures.

Hearing this, Jin Zhe smiled and nodded, "I was just thinking the same. This demon beast has already devoured one of our sect's disciples. If we can kill it, it will be a way to avenge our fellow disciples."

Saying this, Jin Zhe raised his hand, and the silver sword on the ground flashed with a light, flying into his hand. Holding the sword, Jin Zhe's face showed anger, staring fiercely at the white tiger.

"Shall we act now, Daoist Ye?" Jin Zhe narrowed his eyes and asked Ye Fei.

"Not yet. If we act now, it might escape. Let's wait until it is more injured. We must strike to kill, or it won't give us another chance," Ye Fei said seriously, then patted his waist, and with a flash of green light, the Yuan Guang Sword appeared in his hand.

"Ao"—a roar came from the white tiger's mouth.

Its left front paw was torn by the green python, causing it to shudder. It then opened its mouth and bit the python's body, while its other paw deeply pierced the python's tail, blood splattering.

The green python also let out a painful cry, and with a flash of green light, it twisted its body, entangling the white tiger, preventing it from moving. The two massive creatures were locked in a stalemate, neither willing to give in.

"Master, act quickly, Xiaoqing can't hold on much longer," Qingyuan Python's urgent voice suddenly echoed in Ye Fei's mind. (Chapter ends)

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