Full-Time Magister: White Tiger's Power Lock, Unrivaled Sacred Beast

Chapter 61 Tang Yue's Admiration, and a Trip to West Lake with Xin Xia
The enormous corpse of the Silver Sky Lord had now been almost completely devoured by the little white tiger and the Ice Princess.

The little white tiger ate with particular ferocity, its gaping maw tearing at the tough flesh of its monarch without hesitation, its throat bobbing as it swallowed, emitting a satisfied growl.

Although Ice Princess is somewhat quiet, she eats quite quickly.

As for the remaining bits and pieces of bone, they were left as a "gift" to the other demons in this mountain forest.

Perhaps some lucky, newly hatched white demon eagle chicks or naive white demon eagle cubs will be able to find a scrap of the monarch's flesh and blood.

But the possibility is extremely slim—even in death, the faint aura of a monarch still lingers on the Silver Sky Lord's remains, something these weak fledglings would never dare to approach or even covet.

"After Little Ice Princess broke through to the Commander level, her bloodline racial talent seems to have started to take effect. If she is valued and nurtured by the clan, I won't have to worry about her much. Her strength will soon catch up with Little White Tiger."

Zhao Chengyue stroked his chin, wondering whether he should send the little white tiger to Tianshan for further training.

The thought had barely formed when he quickly suppressed it. "Never mind," Zhao Chengyue thought to himself, shaking his head.

If we really send this tiger cub back, given how protective those old guys in Tianshan are of their offspring, getting it back next time will probably be harder than climbing to heaven.

More than a year ago, he was able to successfully "lure" the white tiger down the mountain by taking it by surprise. Before leaving, he also took a snow lotus from the Tianshan Mountains that was hundreds of years old.

He had no intention of going back until this "old score" was settled and he had sufficient power to intimidate those old guys.

Even with the Holy Soul protecting him within the White Tiger's special ability lock, how could he possibly maintain the situation with external forces?

Zhao Chengyue always felt it wasn't exciting enough.

It's better to wait until my true strength is no weaker than those old white tigers before going back.

Back in Hangzhou.

"Young Master, these are urgent combat video materials transmitted from the West Fortress, as well as the press release prepared in advance as you instructed."

Manager Zhao respectfully handed over an encrypted storage device:

"Is the manuscript... being sent out today?"

"Ah."

Zhao Chengyue took it, quickly glanced through the video clips and the text, and nodded after confirming that everything was correct.

"Send it."

"Yes!"

Manager Zhao accepted the order and turned to make arrangements.

"and many more."

Zhao Chengyue called out to him, and with a slight thought, took out three rare materials from his storage magic tool, each radiating a powerful energy fluctuation.

Two long, slender feathers that shimmered with a moonlit glow, and a massive humerus that exuded a sharp, piercing aura.

"And this too, deal with it as well. Take the two 'Silver Feathers' to forge into winged magical artifacts, and this right wing bone to forge into a demon-slaying artifact."

Zhao Chengyue said it casually, as if he had only taken out an ordinary object.

Upon seeing the three rare and precious materials in Zhao Chengyue's hands, whose mere aura was enough to make one's heart tremble, Manager Zhao's pupils shrank sharply, and his breathing became rapid.

This is a top-tier material!

He had only seen it a few times, let alone handled it himself.

He carefully took it; it felt heavy in his hand. The lingering imperial aura made his palms sweat slightly, and he couldn't help but ask in a trembling voice:

"Young...Young Master, where...where did these materials come from...?"

"Oh, this."

Zhao Chengyue blinked, a mischievous smile appearing on his face.

"I just went to Xiling to kill the Silver Sky Lord and picked up some 'local specialties' on the way."

"They...they killed the Silver Sky Lord?!"

Manager Zhao was struck dumb, his voice rising several octaves, his face filled with disbelief.

But seeing Zhao Chengyue's matter-of-fact yet slightly amused expression, he swallowed back the rest of his words. Perhaps... it was the young master who led a super-strong expert secretly supported by the family to do it?

Regardless of the truth, this is not something a manager should delve into.

The news of the Silver Dome Lord's fall will soon sweep through Hangzhou and even the whole country like a storm.

Zhao Chengyue had no intention of hiding it; he used this opportunity to establish his authority.

These three materials, taken from the core of the Silver Dome, are of far superior quality to the secondary exotic materials that had previously fallen naturally.

It can forge magical tools of the Soul level, and even the Heaven level.

The forging time required will be quite considerable.

Two of them were sent to Master Huo, a master craftsman in Shanghai, who was returning to Shanghai this time and could take the Xuan Snake Scales given to him by Tang Yue with him.

"Young Master Zhao."

Tang Yue hurried out to greet them, holding an antique and warm jade box in her hands. She had a bright smile on her face, but there was a hint of expectation hidden deep in her eyes.

"These are all the scales collected from the molting of this big guy. After being refined and tempered by a special secret method, they were finally condensed into these two Xuan Snake Scales that can be forged into magical tools."

She opened the box, and two palm-sized, jet-black scales with deep, shimmering water patterns on their surfaces lay quietly on a velvet lining, exuding an ancient and vast aura.

"Yes, thank you for your help, Teacher Tang Yue."

Zhao Chengyue's gaze lingered on the black snake scales for a moment. After confirming that everything was correct, he nodded politely but distantly and reached out to take the jade box.

"So...you're going back to Shanghai this time?"

Tang Yue's voice softened, and the disappointment she tried so hard to hide but still revealed in her words was like a pebble thrown into a lake, creating subtle ripples in her eyes.

"Ah."

Zhao Chengyue nodded slightly, a familiar, somewhat lazy smile playing on his lips.

"In the end, I'm still a student. This trip to Hangzhou is just a break from my busy schedule. Once I've had my fill of fun, I'll naturally have to go back."

"I can't just stay here with you forever, can I?"

Zhao Chengyue spoke in a relaxed tone, with a hint of teasing.

Tang Yue opened her mouth, as if she wanted to persuade him to stay or say something more, but Zhao Chengyue had already turned around decisively and walked out with light steps, leaving only a tall and dashing figure behind.

The evening breeze swept through the courtyard, fluttering the hem of his robe.

Tang Yue stood there, gazing in the direction he had disappeared, the smile on her lips gradually fading, turning into a faint sense of melancholy.

She sighed softly, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the air that still seemed to retain the warmth of his fingertips when she handed over the jade box.

Zhao Chengyue could naturally feel the following gaze behind him, and the emotions contained within it.

Although he didn't have much romantic interest in Tang Yue herself, but...

Being admired by a mature beauty with outstanding looks, a hot figure, and a superior family background, the secret vanity and pleasure one feels is quite an interesting spice.

Well, if we disregard her occasional over-sentimentality and...

If we don't talk about "simple" minds.

On the shores of West Lake, the spring sunshine sprinkles like shattered gold on the shimmering water.

Zhao Chengyue pushed a lightweight wheelchair through the picturesque scenery.

Sitting quietly in her wheelchair, Ye Xinxia's elegant dress accentuated her snow-white skin, and her eyes and brows exuded the gentle tranquility unique to the water towns of Jiangnan.

She had a book of poems open on her lap, but her gaze lingered more on the beautiful scenery of the lake and mountains before her.

As for Mo Fan?

Not familiar.

(End of this chapter)