Chapter 364 - 271: Should Good People Be Morally Blackmailed?

Chapter 364: Chapter 271: Should Good People Be Morally Blackmailed?

[White Tiger Sacred Beast Technique]

Just from the name, you could tell this wasn’t some run-of-the-mill, common Cultivation Technique.

’I’m definitely learning this!’

Tang Wen’s eyes gleamed. He looked like a seasoned john who had finally made it to the emperor’s suite in paradise and met the love of his life for the night.

Seeing that he was serious, Hu Qi was speechless. "Since this Cultivation Technique appeared, at least a thousand people in my tribe have tried to practice it, either openly or in secret. But without exception, they all went insane. And, if you practice it to a deep enough level..."

"What happens?"

"You start to think you’re a White Tiger!"

A flash like thunder seemed to cross Hu Qi’s golden pupils, the warning in her eyes couldn’t have been clearer.

Tang Wen had a sudden realization. "So the White Tiger Sacred Beast Technique comes as a complete set, with a Meditation Technique and a Contemplation Method, right?"

’White Tigers are affiliated with the wind element. This could make me even faster.’

"So you’re telling me you haven’t listened to a single word of my warning, kid?"

"I understand what you mean, Sister Qi, but I’m different from the others."

Hu Qi nodded emphatically. "That’s right. Every single idiot who went crazy thought the exact same thing. They all thought they were unique, that they could definitely master it. And then, the moment they started practicing, they went insane."

Tang Wen was at a loss for words. "...Sister Qi, believe me. I’m really not like them."

He couldn’t explain the existence of the Experience Panel.

Hu Qi stuffed the rest of the chicken into her mouth and mumbled, "Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah!

I believe you. You’re way more talented than those morons. The quickest of them practiced for three years before they died.

With your extraordinary Talent, I’m sure you’ll break that record. How about half a year?!

If you start practicing now, you probably won’t even be eighteen when you die.

Tsk, tsk, what’s that saying? To die in your prime, right?"

Tang Wen was roasted so hard he was left speechless.

’Forget it. There’s no point in arguing with her.’

’I should see if I can sleep with—I mean, persuade Saintess Hu Lan instead.’

’Hm, speaking of which, I haven’t chatted with her in the last two days.’ ℯℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Tang Wen took out the Unity Mirror. Inside were several messages from Hu Lan.

"Wen’Er, the little White Tiger was born. It’s so adorable! It’s super cute when it eats, too—gobbles up a whole little pheasant in one bite."

"It started snowing this afternoon. The first snow of the year..."

"The cumin barbecue tastes great. Send a few more grill masters over. My tribesmen are too clumsy to learn how to cook..."

"I can feel the bottleneck to the Sixth Grade. You’d better work hard."

"..."

Looking at the string of messages,

Tang Wen’s lips curled into a smile, like a fisherman seeing a bountiful harvest in his fish pond.

Every old lecher knows that relationships start with small talk.

Aside from the "Wen’Er" nickname, Tang Wen was very satisfied with Hu Lan.

But being too platonic wasn’t good, either. It was time to be a little more ambiguous.

He had no intention of becoming Hu Lan’s ’guy best friend’.

After thinking for a moment, he used his Spiritual Power to sketch the image of a little White Tiger.

On the little White Tiger’s forehead was the character for "Lan."

Then, using himself as a model, he sketched a cartoon figure of a person.

He combined the two, creating an emoji of a [Little Boy Hugging a Little White Tiger and Kissing it Fiercely].

Afterward, he cleared his throat and left a message in a lazy voice, describing how he had taken Five Families City and the battles he had encountered.

Finally, he casually brought up the Strong Ox Demon Statue, the White Tiger Sacred Beast Technique, and Hu Qi’s mockery of him.

He was especially detailed about Hu Qi’s sarcastic ’concern’.

Hu Lan was busy and didn’t reply.

Tang Wen wasn’t the kind of simp who would stare at his phone, checking it thirteen times in five minutes while desperately waiting for a girl’s reply.

Putting away the Heart-Questioning Mirror, he looked at Hu Qi.

"Sister Qi. I was wondering, is there a way to contact Hu Li and the others in the city?"

"PTUI." Hu Qi spat out the chicken head. Missing its comb, the cooked chicken head fell like a discarded stone, CLANGING into the dog bowl by the courtyard gate.

A piece of black beast skin floated off the White Tiger. "If you want to send a message, write it on this and burn it."

Greatly intrigued, Tang Wen reached out and took the beast skin. It was ice-cold to the touch, as if it had been frozen in a world of snow and ice.

"Writing on it and burning it will work?"

Hu Qi, busy eating a crispy fried chicken, couldn’t be bothered to answer him.

Half-doubting, Tang Wen fetched a brush and ink. He wrote about how the Huang Family’s son-in-law, a newly-promoted Senior Fifth Grade, had sent men to attack his territory, and that his purpose was to request support.

After he finished writing, Hu Qi glanced over and curled her lip in disdain. "You’re being too cautious, kid. He’s just a measly Senior Fifth Grade. You need to call for reinforcements for that? Turn on your Invisibility, and we’ll sneak over together. I’ll take his life in a single encounter."

Tang Wen blew the ink dry, took out his flint and steel, and started burning the beast skin as he casually fabricated a story, "Better safe than sorry. What if this Huang Family son-in-law is a hidden master who’s already Half-Step Fourth Grade and just likes to play the pig to eat the tiger?"

The White Tiger whipped her head around and stared at Tang Wen.

Her tiger eyes were filled with doubt, and her tone held a trace of nervousness. "A son-in-law is a Half-Step Fourth Grade?"

One had to understand the way of Martial Arts in this world. Martial Disciples were unranked. Above them were Ninth-Grade Martial Artists, followed by Eighth-Grade Martial Artists.

These were, without a doubt, the Lower Three Grades. Although there were many Martial Artists in the world, most belonged to the Lower Three Grades.

Extraordinary, Gang Martial, and Divine Martial were the Seventh, Sixth, and Fifth Grades, which constituted the middle three grades.

Upon reaching the Seventh Grade, a Martial Artist would awaken, and their combat power would undergo an earth-shattering transformation.

A Fifth Grade master could even destroy cities and flatten mountains.

And above that was the Fourth Grade—the Divine Power Realm.

This was not a realm ordinary people could aspire to. The jump from Fifth Grade to Fourth Grade was an even more terrifying qualitative leap.

The jump from Martial Artist to Extraordinary was also a qualitative leap.

But if an Extraordinary was truly surrounded by ten or twenty Martial Artists in a fight to the death, it was possible for them to be worn down and killed.

By the same logic, ten or twenty Seventh Grade experts could potentially kill a Sixth Grade expert...

But when it came to a Fifth Grade against a Fourth Grade, it didn’t matter how many people attacked; it was hopeless.

Never mind the question of whether one could even gather dozens of Fifth Grade masters to risk their lives against a Fourth Grade; even if that many fearless people attacked together, they still wouldn’t pose a threat.

It was like a cavalry charge, no matter how fast or numerous, being utterly helpless against a modern main battle tank!