Chapter 501

Chengyong, don't!

Before Liu Dongzhu could instruct Wang Ping'an to walk toward Zhang Chengyong, Zhang Guihua hurriedly stepped forward to stop him.

She knew Zhang Chengyong would not harm their family's Ping'an, but the white lion's overly huge build made her somewhat apprehensive.

She worried the white lion might take advantage when her family's Ping'an drew near and act against him.

Her nephew Zhang Chengyong had some ability, but when the white lion suddenly erupted and attacked her family's Ping'an, she could not guarantee that Zhang Chengyong could protect Ping'an completely.

Not to mention a one-percent chance; even a one-in-a-thousand or one-in-ten-thousand chance, he would not dare gamble with the safety of their family's Ping'an!

"Aunt, don't worry, this white lion isn't coming for me, it's coming for your family's Ping'an; no matter what, it will not harm Ping'an!"

Zhang Chengyong knew his aunt's reason for speaking up to stop was concern for her family's Ping'an's safety; as an elder, who would not care for the younger generation's safety?

He offered a sentence of comfort, but seeing it had no effect, his aunt's face remained filled with worry.

Zhang Chengyong continued: "Aunt, don't you remember, when my father first saw Ping'an, he did bestow a blessing upon Ping'an.

According to my father, he is the Mountain God of Lion Ridge; receiving his blessing, one can walk sideways anywhere in this Lion Ridge region.

Any living thing in Lion Ridge will not harm Ping'an; perhaps this white lion will suddenly run over and kneel before us, precisely because Ping'an received my father's blessing!

Zhang Guihua's explanation barely convinced her, but deep down she still felt some worry, for Wang Ping'an held too important a place in her heart, and she said:

Chengyong, as the old saying goes: not afraid of ten thousand, but afraid of the one chance!

Since Wang Ping'an was born, whether it was she, or her family's Dongzhu, or her family's Wang Lin, they all placed Ping'an's safety first; even if Ping'an lost a single hair, they would feel heartache for a while.

"Guihua, just let Ping'an go over!"

Wang Lin suddenly spoke, offering a sentence; seeing Zhang Guihua look at him with a puzzled expression, clearly not understanding why he would say this, he explained:

"Don't you forget how our family's divine cat and divine eagle came to be?"

"Divine cat, divine eagle?"

Zhang Guihua first froze, then reacted, her eyes widening as she changed her words:

"Dongzhu, bring Ping'an over! Chengyong, if our family's Ping'an and Dongzhu suffer any misfortune, I will fight you to the death!"

"Aunt, rest assured, even if I lost my head, I would not let Dongzhu sister and this child Ping'an suffer any misfortune—no, not even a single hair would fall from them!"

Zhang Chengyong patted his chest in assurance, then shifted tone, curious: "By the way, aunt, what's the story about the divine cat and divine eagle that my uncle mentioned? How does it relate to your family's Ping'an?"

The white lion before them, huge in size, clearly just reached adulthood, is very formidable, after all it is one of the top beasts.

However, with his ability, slaying it is no problem, but protecting Wang Ping'an and Liu Dongzhu's safety amid the white lion's sudden attack, he cannot say he is fully confident.

At the very least, he lacks complete confidence! He is not one who likes to boast, but this place is Lion Ridge, his father's territory, and he has not forgotten what his father told him.

Thanks to his father's blessing on this child Ping'an, he will gain the closeness of Lion Ridge's living beings; even a ferocious beast will not randomly attack Wang Ping'an's child, which is why he dares to speak so boldly.

"Divine cat, divine eagle..."

Zhang Guihua was about to give Zhang Chengyong a detailed account of her family's Ping'an's great deeds when, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the white lion not far away, still half-kneeling on the ground with no aggressive posture, yet it caused the words on the tip of her tongue to swallow back, and she warned:

"First take good care of our family's Ping'an and Dongzhu; then I'll tell you about the divine cat and divine eagle!"

Zhang Chengyong stifled his curiosity, said nothing more, and fixed his gaze on the white lion; should the lion show any hostile move, he would strike immediately.

Although.

He believed the white lion had come this time for Wang Ping'an's child, wanting to affiliate with Wang Ping'an and become his mount—this made him quite envious.

But he dared not be careless; he clearly knew how much his aunt valued Dongzhu sister and her child—should Dongzhu sister suffer any misfortune, his aunt seeking him out for a fight would be trivial.

He feared his aunt might become despondent, not wanting to live, and go to extremes.

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"This white lion, is it really coming for me?"

Wang Ping'an took his mother's warm hand, walked beside her toward the white lion, and was immediately noticed by the lion; one could clearly see the lion's eyes filled with admiration, and he exclaimed in surprise:

"Is it because you saw my extraordinariness, or because I received a blessing from my uncle?"

After thinking, Wang Ping'an guessed the white lion would look at him with admiring eyes, likely because he had received a blessing from his uncle; his 'true form' was something even the clan chief of the Nine-headed Mountain Fox Clan, Lü Tu, Thousand Commander of the Fengyin Prefecture Demon Suppression Office, and Yu Die, Hundred Commander of the Capital City Demon Suppression Office, could not discern.

Even though the white lion is a top beast, it is ultimately just a wild animal, not even a demon; perhaps with its brute strength it could kill a minor demon in a desperate strike, but its intelligence—needless to say—is surely inferior to that of a minor demon.

How could it possibly discern his true form, know his abilities, consider affiliating with him, and serve as his mount?

"As expected!"

At this moment, Zhang Chengyong felt bitterness well up inside; he could clearly see the white lion half-kneeling on the ground, as Liu Dongzhu led Wang Ping'an closer, its gaze wholly fixed on Ping'an, its eyes showing even more human-like admiration, and he silently thought, unwilling:

"My father too—why didn't he bless me? Otherwise this white lion would have become my mount; how could it be cheap for a mere months-old child?"

Speaking of jealousy... there is not a trace of jealousy in his heart; rather, it is mostly envy, for Wang Ping'an is his junior, and when Wang Ping'an gains benefit, he as an elder naturally feels happy for him.

Even though such benefits are something he himself does not yet possess.

"Aunt, you see I'm not lying, this white lion was drawn over by your family's Ping'an!"

Zhang Chengyong sighed, approached Wang Ping'an, and warily eyed the white lion beside him; even knowing the lion came for Ping'an and was likely seeking to affiliate with him, and showing even more admiration in Ping'an's presence, he still dared not be the slightest bit careless.

(End of chapter)