Chapter 114: Return to the Duanlong Mountain Range

Now that the matter of Yingu was settled, Baichuan grabbed Wushi in one hand and the charred corpse of that red-robed elder in the other, and left.

As for why he grabbed him, of course it was out of curiosity about this fellow's ability model—what exactly was that ability of his that had made him a bit dizzy.

Otherwise, why would he have gone to such trouble to preserve his corpse for so long.

As the saying goes, know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never lose a battle.

Only by understanding can he be prepared next time.

At the same time, Baichuan felt that ability was quite good too. Used well, it would probably be another super large-scale attack method.

And right now, he was precisely lacking this kind of large-scale ability.

This was simply like, the moment this snake dozed off, someone delivered a pillow.

It had to be said, those two factions of Yingu were truly great benefactors.

While pondering, Baichuan also flew toward the Duanlong Mountain Range—after all, it was his original hometown, the place that had nurtured him.

Now that he had grown powerful, it was time to go back and take a look, and also to enter the sight of the Great Zhou from there, because that was the only place he knew that was closest to a human settlement.

And this trip took another two days.

It had to be said, Flight was always much faster than when he had first come.

Of course, during these two days, Baichuan had also scanned and analyzed the red-robed elder's ability model.

……

The familiar dense forest had once again entered his field of vision.

The massive flood serpent returned to the ground, and as the earth trembled, Baichuan finally set foot on solid ground once more.

Looking at everything before him, he found it pleasing no matter how he looked at it.

For a moment, he also slowed his pace, strolling through this forest that had become quite a bit shorter.

This feeling was just like when he used to go out for a spring outing in the past—unfortunately, to this dense forest now, he was far too big.

Yes, far too big.

Back when he was weak, he had looked at those trees and felt they were tall and luxuriantly dense; but now he only needed to slightly raise his head to barely stand level with these trees.

At this moment, he was like an adult who had entered the Land of Lilliputans—if he didn't want the trees to be knocked down by him.

Then he had to be careful, to avoid knocking down the big trees with every swing of his tail.

Honestly, this feeling was quite wondrous.

Walking and stopping all the way like this, he finally returned to his second residence in this area—the place where he had once stayed when he was about to flee.

Unfortunately, times had changed; all traces of things had long since vanished without a trace during the years he had been away.

The only trace left was the one left behind by those humans who had come to dig open his den back then.

Obviously, his prediction back then had been correct.

After he had been discovered, they had really sent a large contingent to carpet-search for his traces.

If he hadn't run fast back then, that pitiful Yingzhua Yanwang he had seen a few days ago would have been his cautionary tale!

Just as Baichuan was sighing, he suddenly froze, and slowly turned his head to look to the side.

But there was nothing there, only big trees.

If ordinary people saw this, they would only think this monster was spacing out.

Only some wise men, observing the depth in his gaze, might guess that this monster had truly seen something in the distant beyond.

And indeed that was the case—his super-strong sensory vision granted Baichuan, within a certain range, the ability to perceive everything.

At this moment, he had just spotted a majestic and handsome mottled tiger silently approaching him, and this discovery immediately brightened his eyes.

A tiger—he had been searching for traces of this fellow for far too long, and this return here was not without some such intention.

But after the initial joy, Baichuan also regained his calm.

He even lay down and slowly made part of his body invisible, to avoid scaring away the little fellow that was about to arrive because of his too-large size.

However, a problem arose.

This tiger was approaching in an ambush posture—was it because it had spotted him, this intruder, or was it hunting other prey?

At the same time, he was also a little curious—did this tiger have any connection to that very first tiger he had seen?

He still vaguely remembered that when his wings had not yet grown, humans had appeared here.

In the blink of an eye, that tiger that had once followed behind him, eating the leftovers of his food—

—had then been targeted, and countless people had laid out traps in a wide area in relay battles, wearing it down until it was utterly exhausted.

He didn't know what had become of it afterward either.

The only thing he knew clearly was that during that period, he had listened to that tiger's roars, which had started out full of vigor.

Gradually shifting to weariness, then from weariness to weakness, and to deep despair.

The former king of the jungle, once targeted by humans, never regained its former majestic bearing, and could only sink step by step into despair.

How terrifying humans were!

That tiger, at the time, still had three little ones that had been born not long ago.

He didn't know what had become of those pitiful little ones afterward either.

Whether this one before him was one of those cubs from back then.

While lost in thought, Baichuan also turned his head back, staring at a cluster of lush small shrubs, his gaze fixed and unmoving, simply watching that spot.

Perhaps because Baichuan's gaze was too intense and deliberate, that patch of shrubs also slowly began to move.

Before long, a beast that looked rather dumb and foolish walked out of the shrubs step by step.

It kept its body low, its muscles rippling smoothly as it moved, giving a sense of powerful beauty, and a faint but unmistakably low growl rose from its throat.

The sound was full of wariness, as if telling him that this was its territory!

Because the strange creature before it (with only one dragon head visible, the rest hidden) was truly too bizarre.

Having roamed this region for nearly two years, this was the first time it had ever seen a creature so bizarrely shaped.

But with the other party being so large, it had to stay alert, wondering whether the other intended to contest its territory.

However, in Baichuan's eyes, that wary look, paired with its dumbfounded appearance, could only mean one thing — this was a little kitty putting on a cute act.

So, under these circumstances, his hidden body quietly circled around from another direction, and when his hind claw was near the rear of the other's body.

Baichuan seized the moment in a single scoop, directly using his hind claw to barely grip this little kitty up.

"Mrr~?"

The sudden lift into the air left this tiger somewhat confused about what was happening.

Instinctively it let out a whimper, and only then did it realize its torso was being held by something strange.

In an instant it panicked and began to struggle, and roar after roar full of intimidation rang out one after another without pause.

But it was utterly useless; in fact, in Baichuan's eyes, this whole display of its looked even more like putting on a cute act.

So, he laughed.

Finally caught you, little fellow — your ability model is mine.

With his heart full of mirth, Baichuan also shifted the tiger from his hind claw to his foreclaw.

And during this process, his massive body, which had been lying low against the ground, also slowly returned to its original form, no longer hidden.

In the blink of an eye, he was seen transforming from a bizarre creature with only a head into an enormous flood serpent!

Of course, compared to a flood dragon, in truth, set off by those wings, anyone who saw it would call it a Yinglong.

(End of chapter)