Little Wei didn’t quite understand what was happening. All she saw was the tiger pitifully crouching by the flower.
A sword flew over, circling around Little Wei twice as if trying to communicate something.
Liu Ruo was stunned, still processing the situation, when she noticed Little Wei walking over to the flower. The tiger stared longingly at it.
Once the flower bloomed, Little Wei uprooted it, glanced at the tiger, and after a moment’s thought, plucked a single petal and placed it in front of the creature.
This mount was seriously cool.
Little Wei really wanted it.
"Si, do you think it’d be okay if I brought a living creature back with me?" Little Wei patted the tiger’s head—it was way more satisfying than petting a cat.
"It’s possible, but you’re already struggling to take care of your staff. This Phantom Light Tiger, while a decent breed, requires a lot of effort to raise properly," Si replied helplessly.
Greed knows no bounds—this phrase perfectly described her.
"But I like it," Little Wei said, rubbing the tiger’s head again.
If not for the staff hovering beside Little Wei, Si would’ve worried the Phantom Light Tiger might just swallow her whole.
"You can’t be this reckless…" Si sighed.
"Big Sis, but I like it."
Si: ?
Just speak normally—no need to act cute.
"Fine, if you like it, you can keep it. But after we leave this world, I’ll have to take it to the company first."
"Why?" Little Wei didn’t get it.
Si: …
"You think breaking through dimensional barriers is easy?" Si was both exasperated and amused. "I’ll need to modify its physique so you can summon it in other worlds. Plus, it’ll need the ability to survive in the Void Space."
Void Space?
"Is the Void Space the same as the System Space?" Little Wei asked.
"Sort of. But beyond the System Space, there’s another dimension called the Void Space—usually where systems reside. It’s ideal for nurturing souls," Si explained.
Well, even if she didn’t get any magical artifacts, having a rare spirit beast from the cultivation world couldn’t be a bad thing.
That’s right—this tiger was practically extinct in the Canglan Realm, the last of its kind.
And it wasn’t the type to breed with other animals anyway.
Might as well take it with her.
Si had no choice but to relent.
Little Wei turned and handed the Hundred Fragrance Flower to Liu Ruo.
"This… it’s too much," Liu Ruo hesitated. "Senior, maybe I’ll just take two petals and leave the rest for you."
Two petals would be enough for the family head’s medicine.
"No need. I don’t have any use for this," Little Wei genuinely wasn’t interested.
It was just an antidote, after all.
While others might see these herbs as priceless, to her, they were easy to obtain—and not even a universal cure. If she ever needed medicine, she’d just have her staff do the work.
"Then thank you, Senior." Liu Ruo resolved to compensate Little Wei with some magical tools.
The Liu family had plenty of those to spare.
Otherwise, they’d have nothing else to offer.
"Alright, let’s go once we’re done here." Little Wei glanced at the tiger lying nearby.
"Si, what does this thing eat?" She looked at the empty ground.
The two petals had already been devoured by the Phantom Light Tiger.
Surely it couldn’t have grown up eating Hundred Fragrance Flowers—that’d make it way too high-maintenance.
"It eats anything with spiritual energy. Easy to raise," Si said.
If not for the Phantom Light Tiger’s prideful nature and refusal to mate, it wouldn’t have been driven to near extinction.
"I see." Little Wei stroked her chin.
She patted the tiger’s head.
"Do you want to come with me?"
The Phantom Light Tiger twitched its ears but ignored her.
Oh? So it’s got attitude?
Little Wei rummaged through her storage bracelet and pulled out a handful of pills. The tiger’s legs tensed as if about to stand, but it stayed put.
Definitely a proud one.
She glanced at the sword—too bad she couldn’t communicate with it.
How could she convince this tiger to follow her?
"Tell it you can help it ascend to godhood," Si suggested.
For a Phantom Light Tiger at the Nascent Soul stage, nothing else would tempt it.
Little Wei relayed the offer, and the tiger’s expression shifted. Its emerald-green eyes scrutinized her before it circled her a few times, sniffing at her robes.
After a long pause, it finally tapped her skirt with its paw.
"What does that mean?" Little Wei was confused.
"It’s agreed to follow you," Si said.
The tiger, being highly intelligent, recognized Little Wei’s uniqueness. It wasn’t stupid.
Ascension wasn’t just a cultivator’s dream—it was the Phantom Light Tiger’s as well.
While other spirit beasts cared about reproduction, for this one, advancing its cultivation was the greatest tribute to its ancestors. Eternal life as a deity? That was the ultimate prize.
Most creatures’ lifespans were fleeting as dust.
"Good. Let’s go, then."
Truthfully, Little Wei just wanted to use it as a mount. But with its temperament, taming it wouldn’t be easy.
She’d figure that out later.
"Will it have to follow me around like this?" She eyed the tiger skeptically.
As if understanding, the tiger shimmered and transformed into a grayish-white cat with phantom wings, perching on her shoulder. A black mark on its forehead served as proof of its identity.
Little Wei ran her fingers through its fur—soft and satisfying.
"Congratulations, Senior. The Phantom Light Tiger is the proudest spirit beast in the Canglan Realm. Having it by your side will be a great advantage," Liu Ruo said sincerely.
"Yeah, it’s alright. I like it," Little Wei smirked, pleased.
Now she had a proper mount.
"Let’s go. I’ll take you out."
She needed to regroup with the others soon. She wondered how Little Nailuo was doing—though hunting wild boars shouldn’t be a problem for her.
After merging with the AI core, Little Nailuo had grown much stronger. Even if she couldn’t overpower a boar, dodging it would be effortless.
If Little Nailuo couldn’t handle a wild boar, she might as well go work in a factory.
"Si, how’s Little Nailuo doing?" Just to be safe, Little Wei decided to check.
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