Wow, this rough-around-the-edges pregnant wife is something else, she's incredibly ruthless!

A hundred miles away, in a shallow, low-lying area, Bai Ye, who had been running through the jungle all day, walked gracefully toward the water source.

Its once snow-white fur was now stained with blood, but it wasn't its own; it was from the prey it had just hunted.

A strong smell of blood emanated from the tiger's mouth. Bai Ye stretched out his tongue and licked it twice, then lowered his head to drink water.

In the quiet jungle, only the occasional chirping of birds and insects could be heard. Bai Ye looked at the water surface rippling in the low-lying area, his eyes turning from still to deep.

"Whoosh whoosh."

In the blink of an eye, three cold arrows with sharp blades came flying towards it.

With a leap, Bai Ye dodged, and his murderous aura erupted instantly, his blood-red fur bursting open on his back.

A pair of deep, dark eyes shot towards the direction of the cold arrow.

"roar~"

A menacing roar of warning echoed through the jungle, and the four people hiding behind the trees exchanged glances.

"Boss, this guy doesn't look easy to catch! How about we get Master Xuan to handle it?"

A man dressed in a gray-black long robe, dressed as a guard, looked at the man leaning against the tree trunk, holding a bow and arrow in his hand and spoke.

The man was not old, probably only in his early twenties, and his appearance was fairly decent, but unfortunately his eyes were too complicated, filled with ambition.

Hearing his subordinate's words, a cold glint flashed in the man's eyes. He raised his hand and punched the guard, muttering angrily, "What is he? I'm going to take this White Tiger today."

"Go, you three stand on either side and surround it. This is a treasure I've been searching for for so long. If you let it go, don't blame me for being ruthless."

"……Yes."

The three guards exchanged glances, not daring to say anything more.

Holding the bow and arrow in his hand, he slowly moved towards Bai Ye.

With its front paws kicking at the damp earth in front of it, Bai Ye kept its eyes fixed on the man behind the tree, ignoring the three people approaching it.

The saying goes, "To catch the thief, first catch the king," and Bai Ye understands this principle.

The oppressive aura emanating from the white tiger made the man behind the tree swallow nervously, but the thought of the hefty bounty made his face reveal a greedy and ruthless glint.

Leaning against a large tree, the man took a deep breath, adjusted his bow and arrow, and then slightly turned his head to look in Bai Ye's direction.

But just as he turned his head, a pair of sharp claws came at him. The strong body, more than two meters tall, crashed into a tree, and the man behind him was thrown to the ground. Before he could even howl or make a move, the white tiger bit his slender neck tightly.

"Boss, the eldest brother was killed by this white tiger?"

"Run!"

"..."

The three guards witnessed the man's death; he was tossed about in the white tiger's mouth like a toy, and his body turned into a pile of mud in less than a minute.

The three of them took off running, but they would occasionally turn their heads to look in Bai Ye's direction.

Such a powerful white tiger, if...

His heart was filled with fear, desire, and inner turmoil, and he ultimately ran eastward unwillingly.

After running for about an hour, the three guards were soaked in sweat and their clothes were torn by branches, but they kept running. When they saw a camp in an open space, they slowed down.

"Hey cops, why are you running? Where's your boss?!"

A man with a pointed face and a mocking smile approached the man called "cop" and asked him a question.

A pair of slanted, triangular eyes swept back and forth between the three, then a smug smile curled at the corner of his mouth. "Your boss... is dead?"

"Get out of the way." Having caught his breath and propped himself up on his arms, the cop brushed the man's hand off his shoulder and asked, "Where's Master Xuan?"

"do not know."

"You'd better tell me the truth, otherwise, that white tiger we encountered today..."

"You've encountered a tiger."

The man's face instantly lit up with delight, and he turned and ran toward the tent behind him.

After searching for a whole month, we've finally found the king of the mountains. He'll be very happy then.

……

Inside the tent.

The simple marching tent contained only a bed, a table, and four stools, with some food in the corner.

A man dressed in a black brocade robe was lying on the bed fully clothed. Hearing someone enter, he opened his eyes, which had been closed, and looked at the newcomer with a sinister look.

The thin, pointed-mouthed man didn't dare to look up at him, but knelt in the tent and said, "Master Xuan, the police said they encountered a white tiger."

"Are you sure?" The man called Master Xuan sat up abruptly. He was in his thirties and looked quite calm and honest, but unfortunately, his eyes were filled with malice, like a poisonous rat that had been hiding in a ditch for a long time.

Picking up something that looked like a whistle from beside the bed, the man strode towards the tent exit, with the thin man following behind, trembling.

Outside the tent, the three men, including the cop, were trembling all over, their minds still replaying the scene of the white tiger killing someone.

But their deepest desires made them hopeful that Master Xuan had the ability to control beasts, and if the white tiger fell into his hands, the reward they would receive would be very generous.

Tempted by the money, the cop tried his best to control himself. When he saw Master Xuan come out, he almost fawned over him and walked up to him.

"Xuan, Master Xuan, we..."

"Where is the White Tiger?" the man asked impatiently.

His gaze toward the cop was filled with disdain and arrogance; he didn't even want to waste a single word.

Meng Xuan was the only person in the Great Wei Kingdom who could control beasts, and he had even earned the favor of that person.

You lowly people are naturally unworthy to speak to him.

The policeman was intimidated by Meng Xuan's imposing manner and dared not hide anything, so he quickly told Meng Xuan everything he knew.

"Go and bring me the six wolves tied up behind the tent. I'm taking this white tiger today."

Meng Xuan said to the man beside him.

"Master Xuan, I wouldn't dare! Those wolves only obey you, they..."

The skinny man shuddered, which drew disdain from Meng Xuan, but also a sense of satisfaction from the compliment.

With a hint of disdain in his sinister eyes, Meng Xuan walked to the back of the tent himself, where he chained six large, robust wolves to a tree.

"Ow~"

One mournful and angry cry after another rang out, but Meng Xuan didn't care, or rather, he didn't understand the meaning behind it, thinking it was a cheer for his arrival.

With a sinister smile on his face, Meng Xuan swung the object in his hand, then squatted down and untied the wolf's chains.

"Ow~"

With its fangs bared, the wolf roared at Meng Xuan, radiating murderous intent.

Humans are the real demons of this world.

His people, friends, and children were all burned to death in one fire.

Facing the angry wolf, Meng Xuan was not afraid. He smiled coldly and then stuffed the thing in his hand into his mouth.

A sharp, piercing sound rang out, making people dizzy, and the roaring wolf immediately lost its fighting ability.

They lay on the ground in agony, white foam slowly appearing from the corners of their mouths.

This is what Meng Xuan called the art of beast taming.