Reborn as a tiger, he was chosen by the nation as its guardian beast.

It was a little after nine in the morning.

The torrential rain has been falling continuously for nearly twelve hours.

The densely packed crowd, like a silent swarm of ants, was slowly making its way up Tianniu Mountain next to Huacheng along the muddy mountain path, braving the heavy rain.

Along the way, staff members wearing raincoats were constantly seen holding megaphones, shouting at the top of their lungs in an attempt to drown out the noise of the rain.

"Dear citizens, please do not panic! Please maintain order!"

"We have already set up a temporary campsite halfway up Tianniu Mountain, and have prepared tents, clean food, drinking water, and warm clothing for everyone! You can pick them up for free as soon as you arrive at the campsite!"

"Please have faith in our nation. Whatever the cause of this rain, we are confident that we can lead everyone through this difficult time!"

Of course, given the previous example of Wang Hu's sudden appearance that frightened a bespectacled man to the point of collapsing to the ground, losing control of his bladder and bowels, and nearly fainting, the loudspeaker specifically emphasized Wang Hu's identity.

"One more thing for everyone to note: the golden tiger accompanying us is a certified extraordinary divine beast in our country, and also an official member of our Huacheng Extraordinary Power Stability Maintenance Office! It is accompanying us this time to protect everyone's safety, so please don't be afraid!"

As the loudspeaker tirelessly repeated its introduction, Wang Hu keenly noticed that the fearful gazes directed at him from the surrounding crowd were gradually changing.

Fear is decreasing, while curiosity and excitement are growing rapidly.

His hearing was amazing; he could even clearly hear people whispering among themselves in the group.

"A mythical beast... I wonder what's so strange about it."

"It looks so majestic, and its fur is so shiny. I wonder what it feels like to touch."

"He's so cute, I really want to go up and hug him and pet him."

Wang Hu felt somewhat depressed listening to these comments.

I wondered to myself, how can these people have such a good attitude?

With such heavy rain, their lives could be in danger at any moment, yet they were still talking about petting tigers?

I'm not one of those pet cats in a zoo that can be fed at will, so I don't like being petted by people.

Even if the person who just spoke was a pretty young lady, it wouldn't work.

He deliberately adopted a fierce posture, his amber tiger eyes scanning back and forth among the crowd.

When he encountered those who were restless and audacious enough to try to lay a hand on him, or those who, like the bespectacled man before, attempted to spread fear in the crowd, he would simply use his imposing gaze to force them to move forward.

Of course, he treats these two differently.

As for the former, he would only use his tiger-like eyes to intimidate them and make them back down.

However, if he were to encounter the latter, his gaze would subtly carry a hint of tigerish might. That invisible pressure would be enough to silence any person with ill intentions instantly, preventing them from uttering another word.

Those with weaker self-control might end up like that bespectacled guy from before, collapsing to the ground and losing control of their bladder and bowels.

Anyway, he's a tiger, not a human. Sometimes his behavior is a little out of line, but Wang Mingyuan and his ilk just turn a blind eye and are happy to see it happen...

After a long trek of several hours, the first group of people to be transferred, including Wang Hu, finally arrived at the temporary resettlement area on Tianniu Mountain.

The situation here is exactly as described in the previous loudspeaker announcement.

Rows of neat military tents have been set up, and hot food and clean drinking water are being distributed. Everything is extremely orderly.

This scene quickly calmed the previously panicked crowd.

Wang Hu toured the area and found that speculations about natural disasters and man-made calamities, as well as various malicious remarks, had decreased significantly.

He inexplicably felt much better.

As a tiger, he really can't be of much help in disaster relief.

He was considering whether he should find a dry corner of the tent to take shelter from the rain and lie down to scroll through his phone for a while, but just then, he suddenly stopped, turned his head, and looked at a figure slowly walking up from the other side of the mountain in the distance.

That was a Taoist priest.

Wang Hu recognized him; he was the old Taoist priest Zhang Shouzhou, whom he had met before in the strange village of Wangjia.

At that moment, sitting on the Taoist priest's shoulder was a figure he knew all too well.

It was a baby, a few months old, wearing a red bib.

It was the very ghost baby he thought he had slapped away long ago!

At this moment, not only was this guy alive and well, but his body was also much more solid than before. He was no longer in that illusory form, and a pair of dark eyes without pupils were staring intently at him.

Zhang Shouzhou was clearly caught off guard by running into Wang Hu.

After successfully entering the extraordinary realm by opening his Qi Sea with the help of that strange spiritual fruit in the chaotic graveyard, he immediately sat cross-legged on the spot to stabilize his state.

He discovered that he had advanced to the extraordinary realm through the spiritual fruit that grew in the graveyard, and the spiritual energy absorbed by his Qi Sea was naturally biased towards Yin.

He felt unusually comfortable cultivating in this chaotic graveyard, which was filled with tombs. Instead of the chilling feeling he had before becoming a transcendent being, he felt a sense of ease and comfort, like a fish in water.

It was precisely because of this that he spent more time stabilizing his realm and cultivating, and it was only now that he set off to return to Zhenyang Temple.

Unexpectedly, they encountered a flood warning halfway there, leading to a large-scale evacuation of the people. Then, they ran headlong into Wang Hu, that nemesis.

At this moment, he clearly felt Wang Hu's gaze, like two sharp swords, fixed firmly on the ghost infant on his shoulder, and it was still approaching him step by step.

Zhang Shouzhou felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.

He had personally witnessed just how terrifying Wang Hu was!

Although he has now successfully opened his Qi Sea and entered the extraordinary realm, and has the powerful helper Ghost Infant by his side, he has no doubt that he and Ghost Infant would still be defeated by this fierce tiger with a single slap.

An unprecedented sense of tension gripped his heart.

As the golden figure drew closer, Zhang Shouzhou felt the ghost infant on his shoulder tense up, letting out a silent roar, looking fierce as if it were about to pounce and kill at any moment.

Zhang Shouzhou was terrified. He suddenly reached out and pulled the ghostly infant off his shoulder, stuffing it tightly into his soaked Taoist robe.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, he made a surprising move.

He immediately put his hands on his head and squatted down abruptly on the muddy ground.

"Big Cat, I'm one of us! I'm one of us!"

"I surrender! I admit defeat!"

"I want to see Captain Wang Mingyuan."

Zhang Shouzhou shouted urgently.

Wang Hu: "…………"

He had been on guard, but seeing this scene, he couldn't help but feel both amused and exasperated. He thought to himself, "This Taoist priest is truly a fascinating person!"