Chapter 500: I am the son of the Mountain God, you look down on me?

Liu Dongzhu saw the scene before her eyes, a white lion suddenly appeared, it did not attack them but instead knelt down before them, a flash of inspiration went through her mind, she recalled a story she had once seen in some miscellaneous books, and said thoughtfully:

"Chengyong, could it not be that this white lion, knowing your prowess, knowing you want to go to the prefectural city to practice martial arts, specially came running out of the mountains to serve as your mount?"

"Really?"

Zhang Chengyong's eyes lit up instantly, he exclaimed in surprise: "Just, why would it think to serve as my mount?"

Having practiced martial arts for many years in the county town, he was not unfamiliar with seeing mounts among his fellow sect brothers; most were fine horses, a top-tier beast like a lion was not unheard of, but without exception they all belonged to wealthy families of Qingyang County.

Moreover, one needs to be wealthy for who knows how many generations; after all, ferocious beasts mostly retain their wild nature, wanting to tame an adult beast as a mount cannot be said to be as hard as climbing to heaven, but it is certainly not a simple matter.

One must seek the help of a skilled beast tamer!

The best method is to buy beast cubs at a high price from hunters, raise them from young; their loyalty is far greater than buying from a beast tamer or capturing adult beasts handed over to a beast tamer—by who knows how many times.

"Just."

To raise a beast cub into talent requires a large amount of blood food; a single meal could be enough meat for an ordinary family of five for three to five months.

Moreover, various precious medicinal herbs are also needed!

The expense required to raise a top-notch beast cub is simply far greater than that of cultivating a martial artist.

Without the accumulation of who knows how many generations, who would be willing to purchase and raise a top-notch beast cub?

In the county town of Qingyang County, some families use tigers or leopards as mounts, which are even more imposing than fine horses, but such people are extremely few.

"Chengyong, needless to say, it's naturally because my uncle has become the Lion Ridge Mountain God!"

Liu Dongzhu's face was also filled with pride that words could not express; she felt proud of her uncle becoming the Lion Ridge Mountain God, and she laughed:

"You are the child of the Lion Ridge Mountain God; it coming to serve as your mount is equivalent to entering the Lion Ridge Mountain God's door, isn't it?"

"Dongzhu sister, what you say makes perfect sense!"

Zhang Chengyong laughed foolishly.

Before.

He used to look down on those who relied on their family background, or whose parents were some second-generation elites, with an arrogant attitude as if commoners should grovel before them; now that he himself had become a second-generation, and moreover a child of the Mountain God, he realized that the joy of being a second-generation was even greater than he had imagined.

He then realized that he did not look down on second-generations; he was angry that he himself was not a second-generation—cough cough, no, he looked down on those who had a good family background but did not put it to proper use, only knowing how to flaunt martial prowess.

"Chengyong, don't just stand there; since they have come running to rely on you, you must absolutely not disappoint them."

Before Liu Dongzhu finished speaking, she saw Zhang Chengyong eagerly walk toward the white lion half-kneeling on the ground, couldn't help but laugh, and shook his head.

"Roar!"

Zhang Chengyong had just approached the white lion, was about to mount its back, wanting to try riding this mount—especially such a top-tier beast serving as turbid qi—to see if it was truly as enjoyable as his fellow sect brothers bragged, when he saw the white lion raise its head, open its bloody basin-like mouth and roar at him angrily.

Although he had been practicing martial arts year-round in the county town's martial arts hall, he still would go hunting in the mountains with his father or elder brother; how could he fail to hear the warning in the white lion's roar?

"You don't want to be my mount?" Zhang Chengyong said, bewildered.

The white lion didn't know whether it understood Zhang Chengyong's words; its large lion eyes were full of contempt.

Zhang Chengyong instinctively turned his head to look at Liu Dongzhu and asked: "Dongzhu sister, it seems not to have come to rely on me, not to serve as my mount?"

"Impossible; if it is not coming to rely on you, not to serve as your mount, then why is it half-kneeling here?"

Liu Dongzhu's face was also full of puzzlement.

If the white lion were merely passing by, or if driven by hunger it wanted to attack them, it would not be half-kneeling before them.

"Dongzhu sister, you're right; if it is not coming to rely on me, then what is it doing kneeling here? Could it be that among us, besides me, someone else is qualified to be its master?"

Zhang Chengyong instinctively opened his mouth and snorted in dissatisfaction, but it was not directed at Wang Lin and his group.

They are all his relatives; he is not his second aunt, so how could he target his own family?

Rather, he did not believe that, besides himself, anyone in his younger aunt's family deserved the white lion's reliance.

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He, Zhang Chengyong, has been going to the county town martial arts hall to practice martial arts since childhood, training in the summer's three fu and winter's three nine, possessing solid skills.

Don't look at his young age; among his fellow sect brothers, there are hardly any who can match him.

Otherwise, it would also be impossible for his master to take notice of him and recommend him to a sect in the prefectural city to learn more advanced skills.

Moreover, no fees are charged!

Suddenly.

Zhang Chengyong's gaze saw the white lion seemingly looking toward a certain position, its eyes full of anthropomorphized fawning and flattery; he instinctively followed the white lion's gaze and suddenly saw Liu Dongzhu.

"It wouldn't be coming to rely on Dongzhu sister, would it?"

Zhang Chengyong couldn't help but speculate; before this idea lingered too long in his mind, his peripheral vision noticed Wang Ping'an beside Liu Dongzhu, a flash of inspiration went through his mind and vanished, and he exclaimed in astonishment:

"Dongzhu sister, you said this white lion suddenly appeared and knelt before us; it couldn't be, couldn't it be coming to rely on your family's Ping'an?"

"Chengyong, what joke are you making? Our Ping'an has just been born not long ago; this white lion, let alone being a wild beast, not a human, even if it were human, it could not possibly rely on a newborn child."

Liu Dongzhu laughed helplessly; although she was happy that Zhang Chengyong valued her family's Ping'an, she disagreed with his statement, instinctively glanced at Wang Ping'an beside her, about to continue denying, when she recalled the series of events that had happened to her family's Ping'an recently, and exclaimed in astonishment:

"Chengyong, you, you, you say this won't be true, right? This white lion, is, is, is coming to rely on our family's Ping'an?"

Divine cats, divine eagles, have all been attracted by their family's Ping'an, protecting their family's Ping'an's safety, and have done one great deed after another; their family's Ping'an can attract a white lion…

This seems not to be an outrageous thing at all!

"Dongzhu sister, I also don't believe that this white lion is coming to rely on Ping'an, but since it is not relying on me, besides relying on your family's Ping'an, I don't know who else it could rely on!"

Zhang Chengyong's face was grim, he waved and shouted: "Ping'an, come over!"

(End of chapter)