Black-colored Tiger Cub

The ox was momentarily stunned before it stumbled onto the ground. The arrows that hit the mortal beast were clearly headshot attacks. And the lightning Qi unbearably did the damage.

The ox mooed loudly in pain before it eventually died.

Thereafter, he went on to train some more on the sixth day before he finally made a decision to head back home on the next day after some more cultivating.

But early the next morning he was disturbed by the sound and aura of powerful skills activated just near where he actually was.

He felt two strong Wind aura struggling.

Qai thought he needed to get out immediately so as not to get entangled with the dangerous fight but quickly realized that one of them must belong to the esteemed sage.

Qai didn't know what to do.

He thought that the sage might need some help but, at the same time, he felt any help from him would be useless. He might end up just a burden.

He took a deep breath and decided to simply peek at the on-going fight.

So he looked for a tall tree around obviously near to where the aura was coming from and decided to watch from there.

'Boom, boom.'

'Growl.'

'Swish, swish.'

'Boom.'

What bared Qai's eyes was the sage cultivator fighting the Wind white tiger the sage was exactly looking for.

They were equally matched. Both had Wind element and both were at the Heaven stage of Sage realm.

The elder had variety of skills but the tiger was innately stronger.

'Boom.'

'Growl.'

Qai decided to stay and practically watched the entire fight as he planned to witness who would end up the victor.

The fight had already gone for an hour but no one was eventually giving an inch.

Then after few more blows, Qai saw that both were preparing to activate their ultimate skills as the sage cultivator and white tiger evidently gathered their remaining Qi.

He gasped and held his breath, not wanting to flinch.

This was it! The move that would decide it all.

The sage cultivator and the white tiger attacked at the same time and released their final trump cards.

'Bang.'

'Waboooom.'

A loud and strong wind effect was created obviously destroying a hundred-meter radius from the battlefield.

Qai apparently flew off from the tree he was standing on due to the strong wind blast and banged his back. He actually hit his head onto another tree.

'Baaam.'

He fell down and was suddenly knocked unconscious.

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A couple of hours later, Qai opened his eyes and immediately tried to recall what had happened.

He then shook his head and got up as he tried to gather some courage and decided to stealthily approach the battlefield to avoid any further mishaps.

What he saw then was an open field with uprooted trees lying around the area as if tornadoes blew them off unexpectedly.

He looked for any signs of life but found none.

He wanted to look for the body of the elder sage to confirm whether he survived or not but what he found was the body of the white tiger instead.

Qai slowly went to check the body of the tiger and discovered it to be breathing hard gasping for life. And it apparently looked as if it wanted to say something.

He knew that some beasts who achieved a certain level of cultivation could verbally communicate with cultivators, but he also knew that this particular white tiger had not reached that level yet.

But then the eyes of the white tiger were in such a sorrow that they seemed to tell something.

'Roar.'

A small roar sound suddenly echoed from the other side of the tiger.

Qai eventually looked from where the sound came from.

The dying tiger probably measured two meters in height so he didn't notice whatever was covered from its blindside.

'A cub..,' he thought. 'It must be a cub.'

He leaned forward to confirm his thoughts and there he found a black-colored tiger cub looking lost as it growled softly.

'Growl.'

It didn't have the semblance of the bigger tiger but he knew that this cub must be its child.

He sighed and grabbed the tiger. He caressed its head and thought that it would obviously not survive on its own in the forest.

Qai felt that although offsprings of demonic beasts were normally born as mortal beasts, this cub is especially indorsed to him by its mother—so that even if it aint anything special, he must take care of it.

Although the core of the mother tiger and its hides would be sold for a lot, he didn't have any thoughts out of respect. Instead, he buried it.

He got up and once again tried to look around to see any sign of the elder.