Ubume

“Boss. Aren’t you too greedy? You are selling this husky mutt for 500,000?”
A cute girl in a ponytail held a husky puppy, whose eyes looked exceptionally wise, in her arms as she glared at Lin Ye. Her gaze was accusing him of being a dishonest trader.
Lin Ye explained, “Miss, I have to formally inform you: this is not a husky mutt.”
The girl retorted, “Don’t you dare trick me.”
“I’m serious. It has the bloodline of Cerberus. Its potential is limitless.”
The girl was stunned by Lin Ye’s words. 
After pondering for a moment, she realized that what he said was absurd. Agitated, she yelled, “Are you sure? I don’t believe it!”
Lin Ye gestured at the husky in her arms as he said, “Little fella, get down and show your future owner what you can do. Go!”
“Woof!”
The girl shrieked in horror as she witnessed the little husky spit out a fireball the size of a fist.
……
Many years later, Lin Ye has crowned the Father of Beast-taming of the Blue Planet. When he was interviewed, he said forlornly, “It all started with a husky mutt.”
At the same time, in a mansion, a gigantic red dog with three heads sneezed. Then, it barked at the television before it.
“Woof!”

I Made Beast-taming Widespread Across The Globe

The stone landed in Lu Wen's hand and disappeared.

Seeing this old man take away the "experiment materials" so openly, even though Su Hongcheng felt that his skin was sometimes thick enough, he still could not help but blush when he saw this.

However, thinking of Lu Wen's identity, Su Hongcheng still agreed.

Moreover, at this moment, someone happened to attract everyone's attention.

Doyle, who had disappeared for a long time, finally caught up to the main group.

"Arch-Cardinal Doyle, what are you…?"

Lu Wen, who had been focused on the stone just now, could not help but be a little curious when he saw Doyle's haggard face and the staff in his hand had also been replaced with a very ordinary-looking thing.

Although everyone was separated by two continents, they were more or less familiar with each other.

Doyle immediately felt a little embarrassed by this question.

My Ancestor Is Hanged?! (1)