The first round tested their attitude toward demon beasts and whether they could coexist peacefully with them.
The second round assessed loyalty—to become a Beast Tamer, not only must the demon beast be loyal, but the tamer must also be loyal in return. It’s a mutual bond.
So Chen Chang'an was curious—what would the third round be?
"You’ll find out when you get there."
The Beast Tamer from the Beast God Academy didn’t explain. Instead, he directly led Chen Chang'an to the location of the third test.
"Oh? Someone made it to the third round so quickly this time?"
"And he brought his own tamed beast? A dog?"
"Interesting, very interesting."
The Beast Tamer overseeing the third round found Chen Chang'an quite amusing.
It wasn’t unheard of for someone to bring their own tamed beast, but bringing a dog? That was a first.
"Kid, what’s your name?"
"Chen Chang'an."
"Chen Chang'an? Not a bad name. Why do you want to become a Beast Tamer?"
"Because it’s cool!"
Cool?
What kind of answer was that?
Just for the sake of being cool?
"And what do you plan to do after becoming a Beast Tamer?"
"Look even cooler!"
"..."
The Beast Tamer in charge of the third round gave Chen Chang'an a speechless look. This guy’s reasoning was absurdly simple.
"Got any other reasons?"
"Meeting the Beast God—does that count?"
Meeting the Beast God?
"Ha! Not bad, kid. I’d like to meet him too."
"Alright, you pass."
"Starting today, you’re an entry-level student at the Beast God Academy."
Huh?
What the hell?
The third round was just… small talk?
He thought the testing process here was sloppy, but this was downright ridiculous.
The Beast God Academy—the largest and most prestigious Beast Tamer academy in Beast God Province—recruited students this casually?
Then why did so many people fail to get in?
Could it be that most were eliminated in the first or second rounds?
"Confused?"
"Most people either fail the first or second round. Very few make it to the third."
"But most who do are too ambitious. Their reasons for becoming Beast Tamers aren’t pure."
"People like that? The Beast God Academy doesn’t accept them."
"But you’re different. You…"
The Beast Tamer glanced at Chen Chang'an. His motivation for becoming a Beast Tamer was refreshingly straightforward.
Cool?
Looking cool?
But damn if he wasn’t right—Beast Tamers were undeniably cool.
Chen Chang'an’s seemingly odd answers had struck a chord with the examiner.
Beast Tamers? All of them were cool!
"So, what about me?"
"Nothing. You’ve got good taste—Beast Tamers really are cool."
"Then can I meet the Beast God?"
"Pfft! Who doesn’t want to? It’s not something just anyone can do."
Hmm?
If it wasn’t something just anyone could do, then with the right approach… could it be done?
"So, there’s still a way to meet the Beast God, right?"
As he spoke, Chen Chang'an pulled out some spirit stones and handed them over—after all, these were still a valuable commodity.
Both Beast Tamers and demon beasts could make use of spirit stones.
"You think I’m the kind of person who’d betray the Beast God for a few spirit stones?"
"You’ve got the wrong idea!" The Beast Tamer’s expression darkened at the sight of the stones.
"Ah, come on, don’t put it like that."
"Is this betrayal? Is this selling out?"
"I’m just asking for a little information."
"Look, if it’s not enough, I can add more."
With that, Chen Chang'an doubled the amount of spirit stones, making the Beast Tamer’s eyes gleam.
Ahem!
"Well… when you put it that way, I suppose there’s some logic to it."
"Just asking for information?"
"Exactly! Just information. My admiration for the Beast God is as vast and unending as a mighty river—utter reverence!"
Hearing this, the Beast Tamer’s gaze toward Chen Chang'an shifted entirely.
Kid, you’ve got potential. You’ve got vision!
You’re a true believer of the Beast God.
While silently pocketing the spirit stones, the Beast Tamer gave Chen Chang'an an approving look.
After glancing around cautiously, he lowered his voice.
"Truth is, meeting the Beast God is incredibly difficult—but not impossible."
"If you become the headmaster of the Beast God Academy, you’ll qualify to compete for the position of Beast Taming Alliance Leader."
"Rumor has it that once a new Alliance Leader is chosen, they get an audience with the Beast God."
"And honestly, the headmaster of the Beast God Academy already represents the pinnacle of Beast Taming—both in strength and status."
"It’s practically the same as being Alliance Leader."
"So, if you become our headmaster, you’ll have a real shot at meeting the Beast God."
"Kid, I’ve got high hopes for you. You can do it. I believe in you."
"Maybe in a few hundred years, you’ll have a shot at becoming headmaster."
"Keep at it!"
A few hundred years?
What kind of nonsense was that?
"Is the headmaster really that strong?" Chen Chang'an asked.
"Of course! The headmaster is the current Alliance Leader."
"His tamed beast is a peak ninth-tier demon beast. You tell me—is that strong?"
A peak ninth-tier demon beast?
That was undeniably powerful. After all, a ninth-tier demon beast stood at the very apex of the demon beast hierarchy.
Da Huang was also a peak ninth-tier, but unlike ordinary demon beasts, he carried divine beast bloodline, making him even stronger.
"So, if I challenge the headmaster and win, I become the new headmaster?" Chen Chang'an asked.
"Kid, you’ve got some nerve. You think you can just challenge the headmaster like that?"
"And it’s not like just any powerhouse can challenge him. Otherwise, any random expert could waltz in and take over."
"You’ve got to be a top-tier Beast Tamer. Not only do you have to defeat the headmaster, but your tamed beast must also surpass his."
"Anyway, there’s no point telling you all this. You’re nowhere near ready to challenge the headmaster."
Nowhere near ready?
Chen Chang'an didn’t see it that way. Now that he knew how to meet the Beast God, he had a goal.
However, the Beast Tamer’s words also revealed another detail—not just anyone could challenge the headmaster.
There were qualifications involved, though he didn’t specify what they were.
"What’s going on today? It’s been so long, and no one else has come through?"
"Did everyone else fail the earlier rounds?"
"Kid, looks like you’re the only one joining this time. Congratulations."
"Come on, someone will show you around."
Chen Chang'an nodded. Since the Beast Tamer clearly had nothing more to say, he didn’t press further.
"Huh?"
"It’s you?"
To his surprise, the person assigned to guide him around was the old man he’d met when he first arrived in Beast God City—Little Qiqi’s grandfather.
"You joined the Beast God Academy?"
The old man was equally startled, never expecting such a coincidence.
"Yeah, just got in."
"Good. Follow me, then."
The elder gave Chen Chang'an a tour of the surroundings. As a junior disciple, his activity area was limited to the beginner's zone.
Here, there were many who had only recently joined the academy, and at this stage, they couldn’t yet be considered true Beastmasters.
Since Chen Chang'an came from outside the Beast God Province, his living quarters were in a separate, isolated area.
"In the Beast God Academy, there aren’t many outsiders among the junior disciples."
"Are there even ten?"
Chen Chang'an noticed that the area felt desolate, lacking any real signs of life.
"Probably. I don’t remember exactly. Occasionally, an outsider joins," the elder replied casually.
"Can an outsider become the academy head?"
Academy head?
Hearing Chen Chang'an’s words, the elder was visibly stunned.
This kid had quite the audacity—just joining the Beast God Academy and already eyeing the position of academy head?
"It’s not that easy."
"Can you win the respect of everyone?"
Win their respect?
What did that mean?
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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.”
