He's a minor cannon fodder character who transmigrates into a novel and cultivates immortality,

Prince Rhys Calandi's eyes flashed, his gaze towards the white beast filled with determination.

When Xiao Xuan placed his little paws on the ice, he belatedly realized that he didn't need to walk up to the Flame Lion at all.

He could reclaim the power of frost with just a thought.

It must have been so embarrassing for him to land on Holland's head that he did something so idiotic.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that it was due to the influence of this body.

For example, right now, he really wants to lick the soft fur on his paws.

The Flame Lion, now freed from its icy grip, remained stiff and motionless, barely daring to breathe.

I was afraid of disturbing the little paws resting on my nose.

Its eyes were looking at the tip of its nose, and its tail was wagging like a wave. It looked no different from a husky possessed by a human. Where was the majestic and domineering aura of the Flame Lion?

Coming to his senses, Xiao Xuan listened to the flattery coming from both the Flame Lion and System 006, and a thin blush rose on the skin beneath his white fur.

From a distance, the little white ball of fluff has changed from snow-white to pinkish-white, making it even cuter and more adorable.

Xiao Xuan gently patted the Flame Lion's nose with his little paw to soothe it, then turned around and buried himself in Holland's arms, pulling open Holland's shirt and slipping inside.

Because the little claws were too sharp, they tore a piece of Holland's specially made protective uniform to shreds.

Holland: "..."

Xiao Xuan: "..."

Hawthorne, Hoggin, and the onlookers—Prince Rhys Calandi, His Majesty Rhys Landor, Elder Lin, and the three marshals—were all speechless.

His Majesty Rhys Landor coughed lightly and gestured to Elder Lin.

Lin Lao could no longer contain his excitement. With a signal from His Majesty Rhys Landor, he immediately spoke up, "General Holland, hurry up and form a contract with the Flame Lion."

"This strange beast that suddenly appeared in the Huo family can be left to me to handle. I will take it to the Imperial Soul Beast Association for inspection and registration."

Holland: "No need."

"It has already made a pact with me."

"From now on, it will be my only soul beast."

Holland said this with an incredibly gentle smile on his face.

No one had ever seen him with such a tender side, despite his tough exterior.

For a moment, I was stunned.

"Elder Lin, you should take this Flame Lion back to the association for a check-up. It seems to need more attention," Holland said again, his voice returning to its usual cold and stern tone.

Old Lin subconsciously shifted his gaze to the Flame Lion.

Upon closer inspection, it certainly looked like something was wrong.

Its tall and imposing body lay prostrate on the ground, behaving strangely.

Hoggia: "Dad, what's wrong with the Flame Lion?"

Upon hearing this, Hawthorne looked at the Flame Lion with a complicated expression: "It's...acting cute."

Hoggia: "..."

"Weren't you just glaring at your brother with murderous intent?"

"How long has it been, and you're already acting so obsequious and ingratiating?"

"Isn't it said that before a soul beast is contracted, it's usually a grumpy one or two?"

One question after another arose in Hogg's mind.

His Majesty Rhys Landor turned to Elder Lin and asked, "Elder Lin, what's wrong with the Flame Lion?"

After observing it carefully, Elder Lin smiled and said, "Your Majesty, the Flame Lion is fine. It's just trying to be cute."

His Majesty Rhys Landor: "..."