Super System in the Early Tang Dynasty

Standing beside him, Little Egg gazed at Li Xingzhi with stars in his eyes. Although he didn't understand much of what Li Xingzhi was saying, and had no idea when Li Xingzhi had acquired a master, it didn't seem to diminish his admiration for him. Seeing Little Egg's expression, Li Xingzhi's vanity soared even higher, and he held his head even higher, wearing a smug expression.

“‘Sad Breeze,’ haha—it’s not unjust for me to fall here.” The fierce man had a bitter smile on his face, a self-deprecating smile, and a hint of madness. He had the air of a hero at the end of his road. Anyone who encountered a monster like Li Xingzhi would be helpless!

Li Xingzhi was overjoyed to hear this. "As the saying goes, 'A wise man submits to circumstances,' and since you're so pragmatic, I'll give you a quick death later!"

"What a brilliant saying, 'Those who understand the times are heroes'! He's only a little over ten years old, yet he speaks such extraordinary words!" The scholar, who had been so lifeless, suddenly uttered a sentence that startled Li Xingzhi.

Although Li Xingzhi was somewhat curious about the scholar, now was clearly not the time to discuss that issue; the most important thing was how to handle the matter between these two people.

Although Li Xingzhi had spoken so ruthlessly, even viciously, he was genuinely terrified, practically having a brush with death. If it weren't for his powerful connections, who knows what might have happened. To be honest, as a half-21st-century model youth, he was terrified even watching someone slaughter a pig; he would never dare to torture a human being! However, there are many ways to kill, and directly stabbing someone with a knife was clearly not the way a civilized person like Li Xingzhi would act. Soon, Li Xingzhi thought of a method that could both kill and destroy the evidence—

Li Xingzhi dragged the two men to a safe distance outside the temple with some effort, then took out a short dagger and slashed them several times. Of course, he had to gag them first, otherwise, he couldn't bear their screams. Then, Li Xingzhi took out a bottle, uncorked it, turned his head, moved his body a little further away, stretched out his arm, and poured the powder inside the bottle onto them. With a hissing sound, the two humanoid figures quickly turned into a puddle of pus, leaving only a pile of clothes on the ground.

Corpse-dissolving powder: It is said to have been made by Ouyang Feng. It first appeared in the hands of Hai Dafu and was used by Wei Xiaobao many times. Once it comes into contact with human blood, it turns into yellow liquid!

It really is a great tool for covering up murder! No wonder Wei Xiaobao liked using it so much.

"Ding—One bandit leader has been killed, gaining 16 experience points."

"Ding—One bandit killed, gain 8 experience points."

After disposing of the body, Li Xingzhi hummed a tune, feeling no remorse for his first murder, and returned to the small temple in a good mood.

The stark contrast between darkness and light made Li Xingzhi cherish this warmth even more; it was just too cold outside the temple!

When the scholar saw Li Xingzhi return alone, he knew his two companions were likely dead, but he remained expressionless and lifeless. Although Li Xingzhi had many questions, he didn't necessarily need to know; after all, it wasn't really his concern. Besides, even if he asked, they might not tell him.

Li Xingzhi glanced at the little dog, Dan, still sitting beside him, fast asleep with a smile on his innocent face, probably dreaming some sweet dreams. He had clearly underestimated Dan's resilience. Li Xingzhi added some straw to Dan's bedding and pulled up the tattered quilt to cover him up. Seeing Dan's blissful sleeping face, the trace of cruelty deep within Li Xingzhi's heart dissipated.

After everything that had happened, Li Xingzhi was no longer sleepy. He turned to look at the small temple, frowning. He had come to regard this place as his home; it held many firsts for him since arriving in this world. He didn't want what had just happened to repeat itself. He needed more power—power that would prevent others from breaking down his door at will.

He found a spot near the fire, sat down against the wall, and added a few more pieces of firewood to make the fire burn brighter. Looking at the innocent face of the little dog beside him, he calmed himself and began studying the system shop again. This time, however, he looked at the pet shop. After all, to quickly increase one's strength, aside from some unorthodox methods, one either had to rely on external forces, and pets were clearly the best choice.

Upon entering the pet shop, one is greeted by an array of horses: superior horses, inferior horses, divine steeds, old horses, the ugly horse Yang Guo rode, Guo Jing's little red horse, and even Xiang Yu's black horse—the variety is endless. However, having gained some experience, Li Xingzhi is no longer foolishly flipping through page after page. Skipping around, he gets a general idea of ​​the different types available.

However, he still didn't know what would happen after he redeemed these pets, or whether they would listen to him. To be on the safe side, he started by trying the weaker ones.

Li Xingzhi's heart skipped a beat, and one copper coin disappeared from his pocket. Just then, he felt something moving beside his thigh. Looking over, he saw a white-furred mouse sniffing around his leg. Upon seeing the mouse, Li Xingzhi felt an immediate sense of familiarity, as if it were a long-lost relative. He could even feel the mouse's affectionate calls and its joyful leaps; a feeling of tenderness welled up within him, and he instantly took a liking to this adorable little creature.

Li Xingzhi gently picked up the little mouse, which offered no resistance. He gently stroked the mouse's head, feeling the comfort and joy emanating from its heart.

Li Xingzhi carefully examined the little mouse. It was entirely white, only about half the size of Li Xingzhi's palm, with a tail almost as long as its body. Its nose was red and it liked to sniff around. What made it stand out was a small tuft of golden fur from its brow to the top of its head.

The mouse that steals lamp oil: It is said that this mouse often steals lamp oil in temples, and over time it has become spiritual; it is entirely white and has golden hair.

"Hehe, you have golden hair, you're a naturally born special kind, so let's call you Little Gold," Li Xingzhi teased the little mouse. The little mouse seemed to understand him, and Li Xingzhi could even feel the joy in the little mouse's heart.

"Little Jin, Little Jin," Li Xingzhi called softly, hoping the little mouse would remember the name. The little mouse turned its head and looked at Li Xingzhi. Li Xingzhi could sense the question in the little mouse's heart.

Li Xingzhi ignored it, simply patting the little mouse's golden fur and calling out, "From now on, you'll be called Little Gold, understand?" Little Gold looked at Li Xingzhi, then leaped onto his shoulder, rubbing its golden hair against his neck, making him feel ticklish. "Hehe, you little rascal," he chuckled, then gently turned his neck, shifting to a more comfortable position.

Seeing Xiao Jin's appearance, Li Xingzhi gained a better understanding of the items that came out of the pet shop. It seemed that everything that came out would form a strange connection with him; Li Xingzhi and his pet could sense each other's feelings and general intentions. Before this, Li Xingzhi had been afraid that a dog might come out and attack him, which would be a huge injustice! However, Li Xingzhi's previous wish to get a few cows to slaughter and eat was now impossible. Once the animals were exchanged, a connection would be established between them—a connection that wasn't quite kinship, but more like kinship, almost like blood ties. No one could bring themselves to slaughter and eat them.

Li Xingzhi glanced at the pet shop and made up his mind. He walked to the Buddha statue in the dilapidated temple. The statue blocked the view of the people behind him, even though the two were asleep, Li Xingzhi was just being cautious. Li Xingzhi browsed through the various pets in the shop, starting with dogs. There were relatively few dogs, after all, there were very few named dogs in martial arts novels. After flipping through several pages, Li Xingzhi actually saw a Tibetan Mastiff. His heart skipped a beat, and he was about to exchange it for one. However, he immediately remembered that this was ancient times, and Tibetan Mastiffs were rare in the Tang Dynasty. Bringing one out would attract too much attention, which was somewhat incompatible with his way of life. Li Xingzhi sighed inwardly and didn't bother to look any further. With a thought, two more copper coins disappeared, and two sizable black shadows appeared at his feet. These were the male and female guard dogs that Li Xingzhi had exchanged for.

Mountain guard dogs: Originally used for guarding property, they later became protection dogs. They are friendly to family members but very wary of strangers and aggressive towards other dogs. Mountain dogs are incredibly hardworking and resilient, resembling Tibetan Mastiffs in appearance. The true Chinese mountain dog is a typical long-haired mountain dog with an extremely fierce temperament and considerable aggression. Its broad head, folded ears, slightly long muzzle, and thick, abundant undercoat give it the ability to withstand cold and extreme climates. Legend has it that they were fierce dogs used to guard mountain strongholds; dozens of large dogs would fight each other, and the two remaining dogs would guard the front and back gates of the stronghold respectively—truly the most loyal dogs among canines!

Mountain guard dogs are a rare sight in later generations. Compared to the hyped-up Tibetan Mastiffs, they are more like reclusive masters in the martial arts world. Li Xingzhi hadn't looked closely at them earlier, only noticing their ordinary and unremarkable appearance. Who knew he would find two treasures?

Later generations often hear rumors about the pros and cons of various dogs, most of which are hype, with the Tibetan Mastiff being a prime example. While some Tibetan Mastiffs are indeed formidable, this refers to the truly elite breed, of which there are only a dozen or so worldwide. The average Tibetan Mastiff, though fierce, aggressive, and loyal, lacks obedience, stamina, and bite force, and might not even rank highly among true fighting dogs. The common tale of powerful dogs fighting wild beasts is utterly absurd! Under equal conditions, almost no dog in the world can match a fully grown wild wolf—they are physically inferior, and their fighting skills are worlds apart. A pet is a pet; no matter how powerful, it can never compare to a real wild animal!

The two large dogs were half a head taller than their kind. They gently nuzzled Li Xingzhi, and Li Xingzhi stroked them softly, a feeling of affection, similar to that for Xiao Jin, welling up within him. He sensed the joy in the two dogs' hearts, like old friends reunited after a long separation. The difference was that Xiao Jin felt like a mischievous little child, while the two large dogs felt like a middle-aged couple—steady, reliable, and loyal. Li Xingzhi fell in love with them at first sight, forgetting all his Tibetan Mastiffs.

“From now on, your name will be Big Yellow,” Li Xingzhi said, bending down to stroke the larger yellow dog. Then he stroked the smaller, reddish-brown guard dog with white spots on its chest, saying, “Your name will be Spot.” Li Xingzhi was clearly not very good at naming dogs; he just used yellow names because they were yellow. However, the honest and simple dogs didn't understand such complicated matters; they only knew they had names. Li Xingzhi could feel their joy. Even bystanders could sense this excitement from the two dogs wagging their tails vigorously and licking his face enthusiastically. Little Gold seemed to feel ignored. It jumped from Li Xingzhi's arms onto his shoulder, nuzzled his neck, then jumped onto Big Yellow's head, stood on its hind legs, and squeaked loudly, waving its front paws. Although Li Xingzhi didn't understand what Little Gold was saying, he had a vague sense that Little Gold was resentful and unhappy that he had forgotten him. Big Yellow didn't seem to mind Little Gold running on his head.

Li Xingzhi patted Xiao Jin's head and introduced him to Da Huang and Diandian, saying, "This is Xiao Jin. From now on, you'll be companions!"

After calming down Xiao Jin and the couple Da Huang and Diandian, Li Xingzhi still needed to find a few more pets—for a pseudo-homebody with little sense of security, two dogs obviously wouldn't make him feel safe in this unfamiliar era. Xiao Jin was completely ignored by Li Xingzhi; after all, he was so small, it was obvious he had no fighting ability.

Li Xingzhi then searched on the pet panel.

This time, Li Xingzhi targeted snakes. In my country, there's a long-standing tradition of keeping snakes as domestic animals, but because of the significant threat they pose to humans, people instinctively stay away from them!