Chapter 115: Martial Stone Experiment

"Ao?"

The tiger struggling in place saw the enormous body slowly appear before its eyes, and it too froze in confusion and let out a sound—but its body no longer dared to move.

The massive body right before it, together with those terrifying iron-hoop-like claws, still held its torso in a death grip.

At this moment it was thoroughly cowed; the two ears that usually stood erect on the back of its head were now pressed flat against its skull.

This signified that it had fallen into a state of nervous fear.

And at this very moment, Baichuan also noticed a panel scan begin to appear over the tiger's body.

Without a doubt, in Baichuan's eyes this tiger had already lost all power to resist.

As for this situation, Baichuan—who had kept cats in his previous life—was well versed in it.

Seeing such a big cat that wasn't resisting, it would be a shame not to pet it a few times.

Thinking this, he directly extended his other claw, and to be safe he arched up the very tip, using that arched portion to nuzzle the tiger under the chin.

At once, the still-nervous golden tabby visibly narrowed its eyes, and a low "purr purr purr" rumbled from its throat.

Within seconds, the little tiger-fellow enjoying itself suddenly came back to its senses—it was still in the grip of a terrifying creature's claws, hardly the moment for pleasure.

It must fight back! A tiger is never a slave!

In an instant it opened its eyes again, its claws sprang out once more, and it prepared to struggle.

"Hm?"

But at that moment, Baichuan's sharp gaze shifted and he glared.

In an instant a wisp of scorching flame ignited within his pupils.

The temperature on his claws also began to rise slowly, causing a small tuft of the little tiger-fellow's fur to visibly singe yellow.

In a flash, the little tiger-fellow was cowed again.

Its claws retracted once more, the muscles that had tensed relaxed again, its eyes narrowed again, and its throat resumed its "purr purr purr."

And because it feared Baichuan would strike it dead, it even took the initiative to nuzzle Baichuan's claws with its furry little head, as a show of appeasement.

Only then did Baichuan smile, nod in satisfaction, and say—

The temperature on his claws dropped once more, and the sharp claws loosened, no longer gripping tightly.

It seemed that those who know the times are the true heroes—even little cats are no exception.

But the ability obtained from that blond大汉 of the Diguo Dalu is really useful!

Baichuan couldn't help sighing.

That's right, the tiger's clever performance just now was all because Baichuan was testing an ability he had obtained from that blond大汉 but had never used before—Forced Transmit, Forced Receive.

This was an ability that could take effect on any creature with even the tiniest bit of intelligence.

And the greater its intelligence, the stronger the effect of this ability.

Clearly, for the king of the jungle, the tiger perched atop the food chain's pyramid—

Its intelligence, even if it couldn't match a human's, was certainly not weak.

And so, the scene just now came to pass.

This ability truly lives up to being a mysterious supernatural power worthy of being called a Druid's; in certain respects, it really is incomparably useful.

And Baichuan, who possessed this ability, in a certain sense could already be considered capable of communicating with all creatures (animals).

This terrifying power, in some worlds, could even be called the exclusive domain of gods.

From this point on, Baichuan could truly be said to no longer belong among ordinary creatures.

……

That very night, Baichuan looked at the little tiger that had already fallen into deep sleep, and slowly turned his gaze to the martial stone in his claw.

After several days of exploration, Baichuan had discovered that aside from eating it, he truly could not find any other way to use it.

Whether he tried driving the Ice Frost power within his body, or the flame power, or some ineffable意念, none of it worked in the slightest.

Even the panel showed no reaction to the thing at all, because in the panel's judgment it was an utterly ordinary stone.

If that's the case, it looks like the only option is to eat it and see.

Of course, using himself for the experiment—he absolutely did not dare.

A gentleman does not stand beneath a crumbling wall; at present, the Ice Frost and flame powers alone had already clashed to a certain degree, causing him to lose the ability to emit cold Qi.

If he were to recklessly swallow this thing on top of that, no one could say what would happen in the end.

Whether all the Spirit Light Points would collapse and vanish, or be strengthened—or death itself.

No one could be certain.

One must remember that Zhou Zhen had once said that Zhang Dadan, in his eagerness for quick results, had eaten a martial stone, and even if he wasn't killed by it, his days were already numbered.

Therefore, he had no need to take such a risk.

By playing it safe he could step by step march toward the strongest; there was truly no need to take this risk—but he could let someone else take it.

Thinking this, he looked at the sleeping tiger.

Perhaps the malice in his gaze was too obvious—the sleeping little tiger-fellow instinctively shrank its body.

"Little kitty, little kitty, running into me today—consider yourself unlucky. Let me bestow upon you a fortuitous opportunity!"

Baichuan gazed at the tiger and murmured to himself.

Of course, whether this fortuitous opportunity could be endured, he did not know.

But he wasn't a heartless little snake either; no matter what, he wouldn't be so brutal. It was a cat he liked, after all—he would certainly give it a chance at life.

Besides, a comparison between experimental samples was still necessary. For example:

After feeding part of the martial stone to an animal, whether he edited it or not—would there be a difference in the animal's outcome between the two cases?

Would his panel actually be of any help in this process?

He didn't know, but it was worth a try right now.

However, he still lacked a little white mouse for an experiment.

Thinking of this, he walked straight toward the outside of the cave.

As the massive flood serpent left the cave, the tiger that had seemed to be sleeping soundly suddenly twitched its ears, as if observing the movements around it.

Shortly after, it discovered that the cave had truly fallen silent.

This dopey little brain-axe immediately stood up on tiptoe, glanced left and right, then soundlessly ran toward the outside of the cave.

The moment it left the cave entrance, this little brain-axe was like a tiger returning to the mountains, a dragon entering the sea; its tail wagged happily a few times, and it bounded off in high spirits.

However, before long, it froze, its joyful tail instantly tucking between its legs, its whole body crouching low as it let out a pitiful whimper.

Because not far ahead, a massive flood serpent, its scales glowing blue-purple under the moonlight, was simply staring at it, one of its sharp front claws gripping two rabbits kicking their legs.

Those sharp eyes silently stared at it.

At this moment, set off by the night, they looked even more like a blazing, flickering ball of fire.

(End of this chapter)