From a martial arts disciple to a god through countless trials and tribulations

Chapter 121 Tiger Mountain
In the big nest, a tiger cub was curled up with its eyes shining and a scroll in its mouth. There was a wound on its hind leg so deep that the bone was visible. Dark blood stains had formed hard lumps on its snow-white fur. It looked very pitiful.

It looks like a tiger cub, but it doesn't seem to be one, because it looks too much like a small country dog, round and fat. What kind of creature is this?
Chen Xuan was puzzled and did not approach rashly. He stopped at a distance to observe.

“Although there are many ghosts and monsters in the Southern Wilderness Mountains, only Lord Shanjun has given birth to a spirit and eventually become a powerful tiger in the cauldron.”

Could it be that it is a powerful tiger from outside the Southern Wilderness?

All the surrounding mountains collapsed, knocked down by the little white tiger, destroying a large area.

Sword pillars stood in rows, and sharp Gengjin energy flowed in the air. Chen Xuan stepped into the center of this area. Even his feathered body, which was as tough as it was, gradually felt a stinging pain, as if countless sharp swords were cutting his skin.

Ordinary Taoist monks don’t even have the strength to approach this area, so you can imagine how powerful this little white tiger once was.

Chen Xuandu continued walking forward and stopped at the edge of the nest.

"He's not dead. He's seriously injured, but he's still breathing."

The white little tiger lay in the nest, its body only half the length of its arm, black blood was dripping from the wound on its hind leg, platinum runes flashed in the black blood, and its original vitality was rapidly dissipating.

There was a dim light in its pupils, and its wet nose was twitching, and its round belly was also bulging slightly, as if it was breathing.

"Although he looks like a local dog, he is indeed Mr. Shanjun."

Chen Xuan saw a familiar golden character "王" on the forehead of the white tiger. This was the iconic symbol of Lord Mountain King, and he couldn't make a mistake.

"He's quite lucky." Chen Xuan felt relieved, as there was no danger anymore.

He strode towards the little white tiger, then generously broke off a piece of Jinyu Paste the size of a grain of rice and threw it over.

The little tiger's nose twitched twice, and when it smelled the fragrance of the Jinyu ointment, its eyes lit up. It spat out the ancient scroll in its mouth, tilted its head and licked the Jinyu ointment on the ground.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, a golden light slid into the little tiger's body from its mouth. The wound on its hind legs began to heal, and the black blood stopped flowing. Then, it showed a longing look and turned its head to look at Chen Xuan not far away.

"Roar...Woo, woof!"

"Huh? Did I hear it wrong? A dog barking?"

Chen Xuan was stunned when he heard the sound, and said dumbfoundedly: "Sir, why are you barking like a dog?"

The white little tiger tilted its head and made a soft whimpering sound that was unique to a small native dog, but the golden word "king" on its forehead trembled violently, exuding a faint sense of majesty.

"Woo-woo-woo!" The little tiger stared at Chen Xuan with its big eyes, its chest vibrating and making strange noises.

Chen Xuan was stunned and couldn't believe what he saw.

"Sir Shanjun, could it be that you were injured so badly that your brain was damaged and you mistook yourself for a dog?"

Chen Xuan came to the little tiger and squatted down. He broke off another small piece of Jinyu Paste and fed it into the tiger's mouth. He asked in a low voice:
"Sir Shanjun, what's wrong with you?"

The little tiger, about a foot long, had wide eyes. As it chewed the Jinyu ointment to heal its wounds, it pondered. Finally, a look of bewilderment appeared on its face, and it fell silent. After a moment, it shook its furry head, looking very annoyed, as if it was very dissatisfied with itself.

"Wang!"

Chen Xuan's eyelids twitched, and then, his gaze fixed, he pointed at the little tiger's forehead and exclaimed in shock: "Master Tiger! You, the word King on your head has melted!"

On the little tiger's forehead, the golden word "king" squirmed, like molten gold flowing down, sliding down from the tip of its nose, and finally turning into transparent liquid and disappearing.

All of a sudden, it looked less like a tiger and more like a cat.

"Could it be that Lord Shanjun has suffered a severe injury and is being forced to undergo a transformation, seeking survival from death?"

Chen Xuan stared at the little tiger. It was too weak, its vitality like a candle in the wind. If Chen Xuan had not carried the legendary mountain and sea spiritual item, the Jin Yu Gao, and had not fed it generously, it would have died soon.

"Crack!"

The scars on the tiger cub's hind legs were completely healed. At this time, pure platinum light burst out from its body, like a small sun. Its body rapidly underwent a transformation, its bones crackled, its flesh and blood squirmed, and its snow-white fur turned into rough yellow hair.

During this process, the endless runes in the little tiger's body, which shone along with the golden seal characters, quickly dimmed and lost their luster, as if they were merging and collapsing into a golden pill and disappeared.

"Lord Tiger has really become a mongrel!" Chen Xuan was shocked.

In the glow, the tiger cub's fur became mottled, like a canvas casually painted by time, yellow and brown, with a few streaks of gray and white. Its ears were small and drooped slightly, as if it was always a little alert, yet also revealed a bit of gentleness and a hint of vigilance.

Its eyes were round and shiny black like grapes, revealing cleverness and curiosity. They turned from time to time, looking at the world around it, and its gaze finally fell on Chen Xuan.

"Woo..."

"Something big has happened." Chen Xuan blinked and stared at the little dog.

This incident was too shocking. The majestic and powerful king of the mountains in the Southern Wilderness, Shanjun, who was known for his final say, had transformed into a small, yellowish dog in front of him.

The little dog was adorable, a gray ball with a wet nose, as if sniffing the air for some secret. Its mouth was slightly open, its tongue occasionally sticking out as it panted, as if laughing, or perhaps expressing its goodwill towards Chen Xuan, with a simple, earthy air. "Boom!"

At this moment, the surging white Qi celestial mist suddenly dissipated, and the metal sword pillars lost their strength and fell one after another. The nest also shook and began to collapse.

"Lord Shanjun, this place is not safe. Take me away quickly!" Chen Xuan reminded. There was too much noise here and all kinds of ghosts would come soon. It was not a place to stay for long.

"Wang."

The little dog agreed. It moved quickly, picking up the ancient scroll from the ground. Immediately, it set off on a brisk and powerful run with its short, sturdy limbs. Its tail held high like a small flag, swaying from side to side with each step, making it look particularly energetic.

It ran around Chen Xuan, and used its round head to quickly push Chen Xuan's calves, as if urging Chen Xuan to take it away.

"???"

Chen Xuan was shocked. What was going on? Was Lord Shanjun so weak that he couldn't use his divine power?
"Woo woof!" The little dog looked up and stared at Chen Xuan, then nudged Chen Xuan's calf, and looked up at Chen Xuan again, his eyes bright and puzzled.

"I'm sorry!" Chen Xuan had no choice but to apologize, picked up the little dog by the back of its neck, and quickly left the place.

Go to Tiger Mountain!
There was a serious problem with the tiger's body and it could not speak, but Chen Xuan knew that it had not forgotten the past and lost its memory, because when he called it "Lord Tiger King", it responded directly.

Chen Xuan decided to go to Tiger Mountain and hand it over to its tiger cubs.

"Whoosh!" The mountain wind was howling, and Chen Xuan was moving quickly through the woods. The little dog in his hand was hanging in the air with its neck shrunk, holding the scroll with its four limbs, like a gray ball, swaying in the wind.

Tiger Mountain is located deep in the Southern Wilderness. Chen Xuan has never been there, but he knows its general location.

The sun sets in the west, and after half a day, they have traveled nearly a thousand miles.

"Wow!"

Chen Xuan found a rabbit monster in the realm of metamorphosis in the mountains. He stimulated the golden white qi in the rabbit's body and checked its memory. After a while, he found some memories about Tiger Mountain and continued to move forward.

"Sama-sama, if you're not comfortable in this position, I'll hold you...it must be tiring for you to hold the scroll. Can I help you?"

Chen Xuan picked up the little dog in his hand and asked respectfully.

"Woo!"

The little dog whimpered and shook his head, his body stiff and tense like a statue of Bodhisattva, but he said he was in good condition and it was no big deal, no need to change.

"We're here." Not long after, Chen Xuan arrived at his destination.

This is a mountain that towers into the clouds. At the foot of the mountain, there is a giant stone tablet with a big word "tiger" engraved on it!
"Hey! Chen Lao Er, are you coming to my house as a guest?"

"Ah, the benefactor monk is here!"

"Welcome, Fellow Daoist Chen. You made a great show of yourself a few days ago, overwhelming the Chu clan and sweeping through Xiaowen Mansion. Your story is now spreading everywhere in the mountains..."

Beneath the stone tablet, Hu Dashanji was practicing his swordsmanship with vigorous movements. Nearby, several older tiger demon brothers and sisters stopped to watch, offering careful instruction. Not far away, a four-tusked baby elephant sat cross-legged on the ground, clapping his hands joyfully with a look of admiration on his face.

Seeing Chen Xuan coming, all the ghosts looked over and laughed, and a happy atmosphere filled the air.

Chen Xuan smiled and waved at them. Hu Da's brothers and sisters were all Daozang realm ghosts with great strength. They were all familiar to him when they received guests from outside the State of Chu by the Xiaoshi Lake.

Chen Xuan was about to speak when Hu Da suddenly shouted and rushed over.

"Chen Lao Er, what's in your hand? You're a guest at Hu's house, so why bring a gift? It's so awkward! Do you look down on Hu? Don't you consider Hu a friend?"

Hu Da's face was furious, his eyes glaring as he approached menacingly. Suddenly, his nose twitched and he exclaimed in surprise:
"Little dog, you smell so good!"

His eyes sparkled, and he couldn't help but reach out and rub the little dog's furry head, his mouth almost watering. "Is this a blood and flesh medicine? I can accept this gift, Chen Lao Er, you're always so polite."

Chen Xuan was stunned, staring at Hu Da who was drooling with greed, opened his mouth, and hesitated to speak... The little earth dog was transformed from a tiger, and seemed to be the rarest flesh and blood medicine in the world. Even Hu Da, who always pretended to be majestic, lost his composure.

"Shut up, little brother!"

Suddenly, one of Hu Da's sisters scolded Hu Da harshly, walked over with a serious expression, stared at the little dog in Chen Xuan's hand as if facing a great enemy, and seemed to have seen something.

Chen Xuan immediately said: "This is..."

Sister Tiger's eyes suddenly lit up. She snatched the knife from Tiger's hand, and, imitating a butchering gesture, she laughed heartily, "This is top-notch food, a great medicine of flesh and blood. Combined with the fruit from my family's land treasure tree, it can be cooked into the most delicious delicacy in the world. Tonight, we'll host a dinner to welcome fellow Taoists. Everyone will be in for a treat!"

"Ah? Isn't this a bad idea?"

Chen Xuan was stunned, terrified. In the distance, the four-tusked baby elephant cheered and shouted in a clear voice, "Delicious, delicious! The cook is going to cook something delicious again!"

One of the oldest Tiger brothers was very steady. He pointed at the ancient scroll held in the little dog's arms and said in a surprised tone, "Fellow Daoist Chen, this scroll, hiss... Father once mentioned it!"

(End of this chapter)