1197: Chapter 355 Dragon Fights Tiger_2 1197: Chapter 355 Dragon Fights Tiger_2 That was a general clad in armor.
With just one distant glance, the entire tiger fell into confusion, only to wake up lying on the ground, crouching.
Master looked at him with disdain.
A White Tiger should carry the aura of a White Tiger.
How could it ever bow down with the character ‘king’ written over its head?
Then—special training→ severe injuries→ near death→ healing.
Days went by, one after another.
Even though he was spitting blood every day and his fur was dyed red, Zhang Xian tirelessly enjoyed it.
On the first day, he was severely injured and couldn’t move, but on the second day, he was lively and brisk, eager to find Master.
The only problem was that he had never even once called out “Master.”
At first, it was hard to pronounce, sounding like “hoo-hoo,” and later, it became impossible to utter.
After meeting more people, learning to read, and understanding more, he lost the desire to call out the word.
Princess Zhang Wu let it be.
She didn’t mind it at all—be it calling her Zhang Wu, sister, or hey—it didn’t matter to her.
Anyhow, her daily essential task was to pick up Zhang Xian and beat him senseless.
Sometimes she would beat him in human form, and at other times, she would reveal her White Tiger form and start slapping and biting.
The two White Tigers would fight from the Western Heavens to the Eastern Heavens, crumbling Buddhist Golden Pagodas and shattering Treasure Palaces of Taoism.
The battle went on for a hundred years, a thousand years, with time passing day by day.
Until one day, the Western Thunder King came to the White Tiger Great Emperor asking for marriage, seeking to wed Princess Zhang Wu.
Their fight finally ceased abruptly.
The Great Emperor considered the alliance, and Princess Zhang Wu did not refuse; she simply set up a ring, with a great sword stuck in it to guard the battle.
If you want to marry the White Tiger’s princess, fine—just knock her down!
If you can’t even defeat her, why should you be the son-in-law?
The Western Thunder King stepped onto the stage, adorned in purple as the graceful son.
One of the four kings, he was a standout among Immortal Sovereigns, just below the four Great Emperors.
Princess Zhang Wu—was just an immortal!
Yet the Princess stood fearless, her White Tiger Killing Qi soaring into the sky, splitting the heavens themselves.
A mere immortal fought on par with an Immortal Sovereign.
She did not verbally refuse, but with her actions, she told the Western Thunder King: she was unwilling!
The Western Thunder King deeply eyed Princess Zhang Wu and conceded, descending the stage.
Little White Tiger witnessed his Master’s outburst for the first time, looking at the blood-covered woman, he cautiously stepped onto the stage.
That wasn’t blood from the Thunder King’s wounds; it was from her body, shattered by forbidden magic.
Zhang Xian’s approach was gentle as Princess Zhang Wu slowly lifted her head, her lips curling in a smile.
“Do you also want to fight in the ring?”
Zhang Xian’s breath tightened.
Yes!
He desperately wanted to!
But then he saw Princess Zhang Wu looking at him threateningly, baring her teeth: “If you dare to challenge me in the ring now, I will beat you to death!”
How could the noble White Tiger act so dishonorably?
Taking advantage of someone seriously injured could be excusable, but trying to reap benefits from such a contest is despicable and contemptible!
Princess Zhang Wu gritted her teeth, challenging those who wish to compete to wait until she is healed and to face her upright in the ring.
“Little brat, you’re not even a White Tiger, so you want to fight in the ring?”
He was just an old white tiger, not the Sacred Beast White Tiger, and he hadn’t even found the path towards becoming a White Tiger.
The White Tiger was right there, but each path was different.
One has to find one’s own way.
Zhang Xian fell silent and quietly lay at the Princess’s feet, carrying her down from the ring and escorting her back to her sleeping quarters, where he guarded for a day and a night.
Then he turned and rushed into the vast snow.
Ascending Snow Mountain, crossing deserts, diving to the depths…
He scoured Fairy Realm and Mortal World, in a vain attempt to find his own Path of the White Tiger, only to come up empty-handed.
So he traveled from sky to earth, studying Tao Scripture, understanding Buddhist texts, continuing on this journey until inadvertently he reached The Netherworld.
He never encountered the Netherworld King, for the Netherworld King had vanished for several eras, and the entire Netherworld was being governed by the Heavenly Court.
Upon reaching Yellow Springs, the entire tiger was dumbfounded.
He remained frozen on the banks of Huangquan for ten full years.
Then he ran excitedly, leaping and roaring.
He had found the path!
A spark of awareness, and he knew where his white tiger path lay.
In Netherworld, the Netherworld White Tiger!
Over the years, his returns to the West had been scarce, only stealthily slipping back each time he heard that the Western Thunder King had brought gifts to the Princess.
And then he would laugh with joy.
With each visit from the Western Thunder King, the platform in front of Princess Mansion would thunderously rise.
Zhang Xian quietly set down the gifts and turned to leave.
Every time the platform opened, there would be something extra on it, the gifts he left behind the last time—a fusion of snow from Snow Mountain or flowing sand from the desert, or a crystal from the ocean depths…
It was from all the places he had traversed.
Zhang Xian waited, for the day he would become a White Tiger in proof of the Tao, to step proudly onto the ring.
The White Tiger was getting closer; he was on the verge of opening Tianmen, crossing the Heavenly Tribulation, and becoming the White Tiger in Proof of the Tao.
Time was running short.
And then…
The Yuan Sovereign Clan emerged, as if they suddenly appeared out of nowhere, plunging the entire world into chaos.
Especially the West.
Buddhist sites were destroyed, the White Tiger Great Emperor broke through the void, and the Western Thunder King garnered a great reputation for his kills.
Zhang Xian paused at the very last moment before the White Tiger, with Fairy Sect already condensing overhead, he no longer had the chance to push it open.
It would take a hundred years to open Fairy Sect, but the Yuan Sovereign Clan had arrived.
He had no chance to hide any longer; he charged out of Netherworld up to Nine Heavens, into Fairy Realm, fighting to behead the Yuan Sovereign.
During this, he once saw the Western Thunder King, who apparently knew of his existence.
The Thunder King, looking at his status and scoffing, whispered in his ear: “Kid, you’re getting farther and farther from the White Tiger.
I’ve won.”
Zhang Wu roared, but alas, had no chance to rebuttal.
After a great battle, he died.
His corpse was gone, only a piece of him picked up and taken to the Heavenly Court’s prison to be used for Suppression.
“Young man, carry on my Great Tao, take on my causality, and prove the White Tiger.
Then go and see that Western Thunder King again, tell him, a White Tiger can come forth from Netherworld!”
A voice echoed in Su He’s ears.
Su He’s consciousness suddenly sank, returning to his own body.
He remained stunned for a moment before coming to realization.