Chapter 502: with translation of chapter title

As Liu Dongzhu and her son drew nearer, Zhang Chengyong grew increasingly wary, until Liu Dongzhu brought Wang Ping'an before the white lion; the white lion not only showed no sign of aggression, but the admiration in its eyes grew ever stronger, and only then did he gradually let out a breath of relief.

Until.

Seeing Wang Ping'an stretch out his chubby little hand, about to touch the white lion, Zhang Chengyong chuckled and said:

"Ping'an, do you like this white lion so much that you want to pet it..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Chengyong suddenly saw that as Wang Ping'an stretched out his palm, the white lion suddenly lowered itself to the ground, extending its head forward; perhaps it was worried that Wang Ping'an was too short to reach its head, so it crouched down.

At this moment.

Zhang Chengyong's face showed undisguised envy, and he said speechlessly, "No way? Is it licking like that?"

Just now.

When the white lion suddenly appeared, he was startled, but then he remembered that Shizi Ling was his father's territory, and his father was the Lion Ridge Mountain God.

Not to mention the locals near Shizi Ling, even the wild beasts living there must obey his father's orders.

Lions are one of Shizi Ling's specialties; although lions also appear elsewhere, they are not as numerous as in Shizi Ling, otherwise Shizi Ling would not have taken its name from "lion".

Eight or nine out of ten lions that appear near Shizi Ling are from Shizi Ling itself, so naturally they would not attack him, the son of the Mountain God.

After Liu Dongzhu's reminder, he realized that the suddenly appearing white lion had likely caught his scent, knew he was the son of the Lion Ridge Mountain God, and came to seek his patronage for a better future, even if it meant serving as a mount.

Who would have thought.

This white lion was not, as he and Liu Dongzhu had guessed, coming to seek his patronage; instead, it came to fawn over a newborn brat only a few months old. He never imagined that the usually domineering lions of Shizi Ling would, before Wang Ping'an, behave so fawningly and obsequiously.

"Ding, you have successfully used the skill Beast Taming to tame a lion (unnamed). Congratulations, you have received the reward: Skill: Beast Taming Proficiency +100!"

A mechanical, icy voice echoed in his mind, and Wang Ping'an couldn't help but show a look of surprise.

He never imagined that when he used the Beast Taming skill on this white lion, he would feel no resistance at all, as if the lion were wholeheartedly submitting to him.

The problem is...

This is their first meeting!

The white lion doesn't even know his abilities yet; how could a wild beast whose nature hasn't changed possibly submit wholeheartedly?

"Could it be because my uncle bestowed a blessing?"

A flash of inspiration crossed Wang Ping'an's mind; he realized this possibility was very likely, and he thought to himself, "But it could also be that my uncle specially sent it to me!"

Regardless of which possibility it is, for him, obtaining a ferocious beast for free, after a period of his cultivation, he is confident he can raise this white lion into a demon, making it one of his aids for earning merit and even for travel.

"Ping'an, what are you doing?"

Liu Dongzhu suddenly felt Wang Ping'an tugging at her as she walked toward the white lion, and she asked, puzzled.

Zhang Chengyong explained, "Sister Dongzhu, this brat Ping'an surely isn't thinking of having you bring him to ride on the back of this white lion, is he?" "Impossible..."

Liu Dongzhu instinctively retorted, but before she could finish speaking, she realized this possibility was quite large, and she asked doubtfully, "Ping'an, how could you be thinking of riding this white lion?"

Zhang Chengyong gave an embarrassed laugh; he wasn't a worm in Wang Ping'an's belly, and besides, the child is only a few months old—how could he know what the child is thinking?

Zhang Chengyong advised, "Sister Dongzhu, why don't you just hold Ping'an and ride up onto the white lion's back?"

"This, this, this isn't very proper, is it?"

Liu Dongzhu said worriedly.

She worried that if she brought Wang Ping'an onto the white lion's back, the lion might become displeased or frightened, suddenly go berserk, throwing her and her family's Ping'an off its back—a minor matter compared to her fear that the lion might attack her and her family's Ping'an.

"How is this not good?"

Zhang Chengyong first froze, then understood Liu Dongzhu's meaning, suppressing the envy in his heart, let out a slight sigh, and said:

"Sister Dongzhu, look at how this white lion fawns before your family's Ping'an—so eager to let him touch its head that it lies flat on the ground, bringing its head close. If you were to hold your family's Ping'an and ride on its back, it might be so happy it wouldn't know north from south!"

As a resident of Zhang Family Village, living near Shizi Ling, he often heard the village elders speak of the lions of Shizi Ling, describing how mighty and proud they were; yet seeing this lion before him, so lowly and servile, it was utterly disgracing the lions' reputation.

Having listened to Zhang Chengyong's words, and seeing her own Ping'an still tugging at her, clearly wanting her to bring him onto the white lion's back, she looked at this massive beast before her, suppressing the fear in her heart; after all, she was a girl raised in the village, lacking experience—such a top-tier fierce beast she had only heard her uncle mention, and this was her first time seeing one.

Even though this white lion behaves so lowly and servile before her family's Ping'an, it inevitably reveals a hint of its regal aura, making her tremble with fear and her thoughts flutter anxiously.

"Sister Dongzhu, rest assured bringing your family's Ping'an to ride on the white lion's back; with me here, even if the lion loses its reason, I guarantee it won't harm you or your family's Ping'an a single hair!"

This novel you have arrived at

Zhang Chengyong said comfortingly.

Hearing those words, Liu Dongzhu's fear gradually eased considerably.

She had seen Zhang Chengyong's abilities before; since he said that, he must be absolutely certain.

She had just pulled Wang Ping'an, about to walk toward the white lion's back, when she saw the lion slowly rise from the ground, startling her.

Had the lion's movement not been so slight, she might have already been frightened enough to grab her family's Ping'an and turn and run.

"No, Sister Dongzhu, this white lion knows you want to bring your family's Ping'an to ride on it; it's half-kneeling on the ground to make it easier for you to climb onto its back."

The white lion's sudden movement startled Zhang Chengyong; although he knew the lion would not and dare not attack Liu Dongzhu and her son, he still couldn't be careless, and as he waited to see the lion's movement clearly, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Liu Dongzhu instinctively nodded; upon seeing the white lion's movement clearly, she too was astonished beyond words.

But there was no need to say more; who made her family's Ping'an tug at her so vigorously, clearly eager to climb onto the white lion's back.

All she could do was come before the white lion and place her family's Ping'an on its back.

Then she would climb up herself!

(End of chapter)