"What the heck? You're telling me this is a tiger?"
"I feel like my intelligence has been constantly insulted by the host, damn it!"
"I let it go when you brought out that wild spicy hot pot before, but now you're bringing out a black tiger? Are you taking me for a fool?"
"Uh oh, the host's live stream room is definitely going to explode."
After hearing Jiang Feng's words, the viewers instantly grew angry.
They felt that Jiang Feng might really be taking them for fools.
Bringing out a dyed animal and calling it a tiger.
Surely everyone knows that's a fake...
So at this moment, the comments in the live stream room became chaotic, with all sorts of remarks.
Jiang Feng looked at the comments and felt very helpless.
He knew that this black tiger revelation would have this kind of result.
"Everyone, please remain calm."
"This is indeed a tiger, and it's the legendary Black Tiger, also called the Black Indigo Tiger!"
"Setting aside this little one's color, don't you think it looks just like a young tiger?"
Jiang Feng picked up the little black tiger again, letting the viewers in the live stream room take a look.
But even after Jiang Feng said this, the viewers still didn't believe it.
More viewers expressed that their worldview had been truly shattered.
There are black tigers in this world?
Isn't that too fantastical?
"I still don't believe it! How could there be black tigers?"
"Exactly, isn't this just a white tiger that the host has dyed black?"
"Hey, I suddenly remembered that there were rumors around here about black tigers in the mountains."
"I believe it's true, there are black leopards, so why not black tigers?"
At this time, the viewers in the live stream room were still debating vigorously, and many even started arguing with each other.
The vast majority of people believed that there absolutely couldn't be black tigers in this world.
And those who believed Jiang Feng were only a tiny minority.
After all, most people only believe in things that exist subjectively.
It's normal for them not to believe something beyond their understanding.
Jiang Feng looked at the doubting comments in the live stream room, but he wasn't angry.
Because he knew that many people wouldn't believe that black tigers exist in this world.
If he didn't have the Complete Illustrated Encyclopedia of Plants and Animals, he definitely would have doubted the authenticity of this tiger along with these viewers.
"If you don't believe it, you can look it up and find out that black tigers objectively exist."
"It's just that they were too mysterious before and hadn't been discovered by people."
When educating the viewers, Jiang Feng was very careful.
Because before, black tigers were just tigers passed down by word of mouth from hunters.
Apart from a few existing fur samples, humans had never captured a living black tiger.
So the vast majority of people believed that black tigers were like the mythical snake with a crown.
Just a creature from legend.
A physical being that had never been captured by humans.
Until now, when Jiang Feng held up this little black tiger cub, proving that these tigers really do exist!
"I just looked it up, and it seems like there really are black tigers..."
"No way, I thought it was dyed by the host..."
"I still don't believe it! What if this is dyed by the host, since no one has ever seen a real black tiger?"
"I believe it though, Jiang Feng doesn't seem like the kind of person who would lie."
After hearing Jiang Feng's words, the viewers in the live stream room immediately looked it up.
They found that there really were black tigers in existence.
Even some historical records from Hua Country had mentioned black tigers.
It's said that in the early 20th century, people had even captured black tigers.
Whether that's true or not is unknown.
But even so, there were still some viewers who thought this little black tiger cub was dyed.
Jiang Feng indicated that there was nothing he could do about that.
Some people just love finding faults, and it's their choice whether they believe it or not.
In any case, a black tiger had appeared before him.
And it seemed quite friendly towards him too.
At this point, Jiang Feng stopped responding to the viewers in the live stream room, turned around, and squatted down to look at the little black tiger at his feet.
"Little one, where did you come from?"
Roar~
The little black tiger yawned and licked its lips.
Jiang Feng shook his head helplessly. He knew that this little guy definitely didn't wander into his tent alone.
Judging from the crack in his tent, it was highly likely that the little one's parents put it in his tent.
He just didn't know why they put the little black tiger cub near him.
Did they want him to raise this little one?
Jiang Feng felt he might be overthinking it.
Ring ring ring~
At this moment, Jiang Feng's phone rang. It was Su Qinghuan calling.
Jiang Feng put down the little black tiger and walked to the side to answer the phone.
"That really is a Black Tiger?"
Su Qinghuan came straight to the point, her voice carrying a hint of barely controlled excitement.
After all, this thing was a creature from legend.
This black tiger might even be the Qilin from ancient myths!
"Yes Director Su, this is a Black Tiger."
Jiang Feng turned his head to look at the little black tiger playing with Tuanzi and the others.
"Good, good, good!"
Su Qinghuan excitedly said "good" three times.
"By the way little Jiang, does this black tiger have any special features compared to other tigers?"
Su Qinghuan asked curiously.
"No, nothing special, it's just like an ordinary tiger."
Jiang Feng thought for a moment and replied.
When he examined the little black tiger earlier, he found that it was just like other tigers.
"I see, so when will you come down the mountain? Our Forestry Bureau people are on standby to head over as soon as possible."
Su Qinghuan said impatiently.
Their Forestry Bureau had been on alert ever since they first saw the black tiger.
As soon as Jiang Feng returned, they would immediately rush over to Longmen Village.
"Come down the mountain? Maybe in two more days."
Jiang Feng glanced at the three little ones and said hesitantly.
He also wanted to return home as soon as possible.
But the system hadn't prompted him that his mission was complete yet.
Jiang Feng suspected that the system's final objective was the parents of the little black tiger.
So if he rashly returned now, wouldn't this whole mountain trip be for nothing?
"What? A few more days? What are you doing up in the mountains, you brat?"
Hearing that Jiang Feng wasn't coming back right away, Su Qinghuan immediately became agitated and slammed her desk in anger.
Jiang Feng could only give a helpless, bitter smile.
[Mission completed early, reward has been issued, please retrieve it.]
At this moment, the system suddenly prompted Jiang Feng that the mission was complete.
Jiang Feng stared at his phone, dazed.
Why did the mission complete early?
Could it be that the little black tiger's parents have arrived?
Jiang Feng turned his head and looked left and right into the surrounding jungle.
Then, he saw an enormous, jet-black figure slowly emerge from the trees.
Jiang Feng's heart throbbed: "I might be heading back soon..."
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
