Night, Dangshan, ruined temple.
The night sky is like a massive black curtain, heavily pressing down on the mountains. The twilight's storm has yet to dissipate, and the howling wind between the mountains still carries a chilling cold. In the depths of the dark woods, pairs of eerie green eyes occasionally flicker, disappearing swiftly, only to resurface with a strange rustling a dozen zhang away.
"Master."
"There seems to be sothing unclean nearby."
A graceful figure flitted through the air and landed. The young girl had bright eyes and white teeth, dressed in a blue-black silk attire, her exposed arms were as smooth as polished jade, her slender fingers flashed with the edge of a blade. Holding a leaf, she flicked it out like an arrow, piercing the silence, and soon a beast-like wail echoed among the broken mountain temple's exterior vegetation.
Inside the mountain temple, a stunningly beautiful woman sat cross-legged, her appearance like a young maiden in her early teens, yet her expression hinting at mature allure. She slightly opened her slender phoenix eyes, her gaze was gentle as water, overflowing with peach blossoms—reserved yet fiery, like a seductive enchantress. The beautiful woman calmly said, "No matter."
"Just so Mountain Spirits and Wild Monsters; they wouldn't dare trouble us."
The bright-eyed girl kneeled on one knee before the beautiful woman, a vermillion mark appeared on her fair wrist, seemingly an Engraving of a curse. She cautiously asked, "Shall I deal with them?"
"So they won't disturb your peace at night."
That beautiful woman, dressed in black palace attire, pondered for a mont and said, "No need."
"Sit down and rest."
"A True Dragon's birth will surely have two jiao."
"This ti, whether it's fortune or misfortune, at the Dangshan jiao pool tomorrow, be extra cautious."
The bright-eyed girl felt a surge of emotion upon hearing this and lowered her head respectfully, saying, "Yes. I will heed your teaching."
The night wind howled.
At so unknown ti, that strange rustling sound resurfaced again. The beautiful woman in black palace attire opened her eyes, anger flashing, she sternly rebuked, "Outrageous!"
"How dare you co again."
Her figure swiftly like a phantom flitted through the air, and as she raised her hand, her delicate fingers stirred a strong wind. A dozen zhang away, the vegetation within a ten-ter radius was flattened, a clear palm print erged on the ground, deeply embedded an inch, the enemy hiding in the vegetation had all their bones shattered, the entire being was crushed like at paste, turning into a pool of blood.
"Mystic Yin Palm?"
A low male voice echoed through the forest, resembling human speech yet not, the mountain wind howled abruptly, a fierce wind arose, black air spread, and a beast-like low roar reverberated through the forest, birds and beasts within a ten li radius fled in fright, as if so colossal creature was approaching.
Inside the mountain temple, the bright-eyed girl quickly caught up, she drew the soft sword from her waist, like a snake spitting its tongue, her figure flickered like a butterfly, soaring through the air, she stabbed and killed several approaching crows and birds.
"Mountain Monarch?!"
The woman in black palace attire gradually grew serious, her long sleeves flaring, she revealed several n dressed as Martial Artists, all already lifeless, rely puppets driven by so force. She swiftly glanced at the darkness, coldly saying, "Undead spirits."
"We have no grievance or enmity, why does the Mountain Monarch disturb us?"
Clouds follow the dragon, winds attend the tiger.
The fierce mountain wind cut like a blade, as cold as sword aura, a tiger with white fur and piercing eyes erged. Despite having a human-like form, it spoke human words: "Demon sect mbers."
"You killed my beloved child; this hatred must be avenged!"
This Mountain Monarch stood like a person, its stature over one zhang, its claws swinging, tearing apart trees along the way. A domineering palm wind attacked, cleaving stones; the beautiful woman had barely blocked one strike before spewing blood and rapidly retreating. Her wrist flicked, sending over a dozen silver needles hurtling through the air, aiming for the Mountain Monarch's eyes.
The tiger transford into human form, blocking with its right arm, letting out a muffled groan, using all four limbs to charge forward. Though not as agile as a human, it was exceedingly swift and explosive, covering dozens of ters in an instant, sweeping another palm across.
Bang!
The vegetation within dozens of ters danced wildly, the palace-attired woman vanished and reappeared behind the Mountain Monarch, her five fingers forming a claw, striking for its vital points.
But the tiger, after all, wasn't human, only resembling one.
The Mountain Monarch's long tail whipped through the air, the two exchanged several blows mid-air and simultaneously retreated.
Blood dripped from the tiger's claws, its hide soaked in blood, the chilling poisonous palm seeped into its body. The black palace-attired woman had her chest exposed, her white skin marred by claw marks nearly penetrating her left chest. Though rely superficial wounds, any slower would have led to being gutted by the Mountain Monarch.
The Mountain Monarch's Black Tiger Heart-Taking strike seed plain and unremarkable but was shockingly powerful! No advanced Martial Arts could suppress it.
"Master!"
The bright-eyed girl hastily helped the unstable beautiful woman, the Mountain Monarch's transformation was beyond any Mortal's capability to resist. The palm wind's dominance, cleaving mountains and stones, fortunately, it hadn't yet mastered weaponry techniques. The Martial Arts it acquired were solely through slaying Martial Artists, gaining nothing from advanced mastery or Ancient Era secret techniques.
If it mastered weaponry techniques, wielding a Mountain-opening Saber with the power of a tiger, even the top-level masters who've transcended ordinary paths might struggle to best it.
This is the transformation of the Tiger, a path of power unto the Tao.
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