Chapter 4: Bring Me a Tiger!

Jiang Taixuan operated his cultivation technique, slowly absorbing the spiritual power of the God-Demon Pill, refining it into Primeval Qi, and storing it within his body.

The power of the God-Demon Pill was too violent and too strong; it actually cleared all the meridians in his body, making his cultivation unprecedentedly smooth.

Boom!

His body shook. The longing of eighteen years was finally fulfilled; he had finally become a Martial Artist.

At this moment, the power of the God-Demon Pill rapidly faded away. Jiang Taixuan felt anxious and quickly absorbed more, not wanting to waste any.

The first stage of Martial Arts was perfected.

The second stage of Martial Arts!

The third stage of Martial Arts… the peak of the third stage!

He rose all the way to the peak of the third stage of Martial Arts in one breath. Jiang Taixuan was in a great mood, but the power of the God-Demon Pill had completely vanished. His great mood was tinged with a hint of disappointment and regret.

If the God-Demon Pill’s power had faded a bit later, he might have reached the fourth stage.

Wu Song continuously pointed several fingers. Jiang Taixuan’s changes were brought under control, and then it stopped.

“Field Master, I have transferred the power of the God-Demon Pill into your limbs and throughout your body. The God-Demon Pill will slowly temper your physique until its medicinal effects are exhausted,” Wu Song said, his face pale as he gasped for breath.

Opening his eyes and looking at the panting man before him, Jiang Taixuan’s face flashed with a trace of gratitude. “Thank you, Wu Song.”

He was a tall figure, half a head taller than Jiang Taixuan, with a burly build, muscles all over, and a face that looked chiseled from stone, full of fortitude.

Low-Rank Divine Demon Wu Song (available for rent, sale.)

Title: Tiger-Slaying Hero.

Martial Arts Technique: Divine Martial Scripture.

Cultivation Level: Peak Innate Realm (Because he jumped off the Mother Tree early, although he returned, it was a bit late, resulting in stunted growth.)

Divine Devil Indestructible Body: Divine Martial Body.

Talent: Drunkenness (In a drunk state, combat power increases by one hundred percent.)

Passive Talent: Suppresses tiger-type demons and monsters by twenty percent.

“Peak Innate Realm.” Jiang Taixuan widened his eyes. Born at Peak Innate Realm, truly worthy of being the Divine Demon version of Wu Song!

“I am ashamed. If not for hearing that scoundrel’s name and jumping off the Mother Tree, how could I only be at Peak Innate Realm?” Wu Song said with hatred.

“Uh, if you had fully grown, how strong would you be?” Jiang Taixuan’s voice trembled. He also noticed the note about stunted growth next to the cultivation level.

“Low-Rank Divine Demons are born at the Foundation Building Realm!” Wu Song declared proudly.

Born at the Foundation Building Realm!

Low-Rank Divine Demons are born at Foundation Building. What about mid-rank and high-rank? Wouldn’t they defy the heavens?

“Field Master, is there any business? I have recovered and wish to stretch my limbs,” Wu Song asked with an expectant look.

Jiang Taixuan was stunned for a moment, then said in surprise, “You’re in such a hurry to sell yourself?”

“No, no, Field Master, I mean work for rent. Field Master, please don’t sell me,” Wu Song quickly said.

“No, I mean why are you so eager to take on work… to do jobs, what for?” Jiang Taixuan felt the term ‘take on work’ was inelegant and quickly changed it, asking in confusion.

“Field Master, for every successful business deal we make, we get a pack of snacks,” Wu Song said longingly.

So that was it. Good thing he didn’t have to provide the snacks himself. Otherwise, one pack of snacks per week would definitely not be enough.

“Business can wait. As for stretching your limbs…” Jiang Taixuan chuckled and said, “Stretching your limbs is simple. With your Peak Innate Realm cultivation, behind us is the Monster Beast Mountains. As long as you don’t go deep inside, there’s basically no danger.”

“Then Wu Song will go.” Wu Song’s face brightened with joy. He cupped his hands in farewell and, with a whoosh, vanished from the dojo.

“Wait, bring me a tiger back!” Jiang Taixuan hurriedly rushed out of the dojo and shouted loudly.

Unfortunately, Wu Song’s figure had long disappeared, and it was unclear whether he heard or not.

“Business, how can we get business? In this remote place, hoping for business to come knocking is impossible,” Jiang Taixuan thought.

After pondering for a moment, Jiang Taixuan left, closed the dojo, and headed in the direction of the little fatty’s place.

With one step covering several meters, at full speed, Jiang Taixuan covered hundreds of meters in just a few breaths.

“Being a Martial Artist really is different,” Jiang Taixuan said, excited at his own speed.

A small wooden hut appeared in view. Behind the hut was a herb field, filled with low-grade medicinal herbs, just like his own—a barren herb field.

At this moment, Ximen the Fatty was groaning “ouch, ouch” while holding a bowl of white rice, eating voraciously.

“You’re something, Ximen the Fatty, eating without calling me,” Jiang Taixuan said, walking over with an unhappy face.

“Brother Xuan.” Ximen the Fatty trembled all over in fright. Seeing it was only Jiang Taixuan, he relaxed, but then his face fell, and he started crying pitifully. “Brother Xuan, who was that guy who hit me? Why did he hit me?”

A flicker of embarrassment crossed Jiang Taixuan’s face. He cleared his throat and said seriously, “Fatty, I’ve told you several times not to immerse yourself too deeply, not to randomly claim ancestors. See, you provoked him.”

“Brother Xuan.” The fatty, chewing rice in his mouth, started wailing.

“Alright, stop crying. Are you a man or not? The one who hit you is Wu Dalang’s younger brother, Wu Song,” Jiang Taixuan said irritably. “Don’t call yourself a descendant of Ximen Qing anymore in the future, or you’ll get beaten to death sooner or later.”

“I never will again,” Ximen the Fatty cried miserably. That punch still hurt.

“Look at you, as my brother, what are you eating? Wild vegetables? Not even a bit of meat,” Jiang Taixuan said, seeing the fatty had calmed down, then looked into the fatty’s bowl—nothing but rice and a few wild vegetables.

“Brother Xuan, haven’t we been eating wild vegetables for over a year now?” Ximen the Fatty opened his eyes wide, looking at him in confusion.

“Do you want to eat meat? Delicious, fragrant meat,” Jiang Taixuan tempted.

“I do, of course I do,” the little fatty swallowed his saliva, but then lowered his head again. “We have no money, we’re weak as a chicken, looked down upon wherever we go. Where would we get meat?”

“Do as I say, and you’ll definitely have meat to eat,” Jiang Taixuan said.

“Do what? Brother Xuan, you’re not asking me to steal, are you?” Ximen the Fatty looked at him, shaking his head like a rattle drum. “I, Ximen Qing, will not do stealing.”

“Am I that kind of person, your Brother Xuan?” Jiang Taixuan curled his lip disdainfully. “You just need to take a wooden board and walk around the outside village. I guarantee you’ll have meat to eat.”

“Really?” Ximen the Fatty was somewhat doubtful, but thinking of the temptation of meat, he couldn’t help but swallow.

“Of course. You wait here first. I’ll carve words on the sign right now.” Jiang Taixuan slipped into the hut, found a wooden board, and used his hand as a pen to carve several large characters.

“Brother Xuan, carving with your hand… you, have you become a Martial Artist?” Ximen the Fatty looked at him in shock.

Jiang Taixuan smiled mysteriously and tossed the sign to him. “Remember, let everyone see the words on it. When you come back, there will be meat to eat.”

“Okay.” Ximen the Fatty nodded heavily. He glanced at the words on the sign—something about renting a Martial Artist for hunting. Though he didn’t fully understand, he knew it wouldn’t harm him.

“By the way, Fatty, you got punched once. Aren’t you hurt?” Jiang Taixuan suddenly remembered that Ximen the Fatty had taken a punch from Wu Song and even spat blood at the time.

“It’s fine. I just spat some blood then, but I was fine after coming back,” Ximen the Fatty shook his head.

A flash of astonishment passed through Jiang Taixuan’s eyes. “Then you go. Come straight to my place later.”

Ximen the Fatty left. Jiang Taixuan’s confusion grew even stronger. Although Wu Song’s growth was stunted, he was at the early Innate Realm at that time. An ordinary person hit would definitely die without a doubt, yet the little fatty only spat some blood?

“System, can you examine a person’s body?” Jiang Taixuan asked.

“To nurture Gods and Demons, naturally, we can scan a person’s physique at any time,” the System replied.

“Then scan Ximen Qing. How did he survive a punch from Wu Song?” Jiang Taixuan asked.

“Ding, scanning begins…”