Even women who travel through time can become prime ministers and nobles.

Shen Yanchu stood on the treetop, looking down at the earth below. His gaze was sharp, as if it could see through everything. He saw a group of animals fleeing in panic, their figures darting through the grass, looking terrified.

Shen Yanchu spotted a tiger nearly nine feet long. The tiger's coat was covered in vibrant stripes, and its eyes exuded a majestic aura. It leaped from the jungle and pounced on the animals.

The animals scattered in terror, but the tiger was incredibly fast and quickly caught up with an antelope. It opened its gaping maw and lunged at the antelope's neck.

The antelope was unable to escape and was pounced on by the tiger, its neck snapped. The other animals quickly disappeared into the forest.

Shi Wanxia covered her mouth with her hand and nestled tightly in Shen Yanchu's arms. She had only ever seen tigers in zoos. Zoo tigers, after being artificially raised and trained, had only lost some of their wildness. But their majesty as the king of beasts was still intact.

Shi Wanxia quietly peeked out from Shen Yanchu's arms and observed the tiger, which was not far from them, about a hundred or two meters away, leisurely eating. As the king of the forest...

Tigers possess strong bodies, sharp claws, and piercing eyes; beneath their imposing appearance lies immense power and ferocity. Their robust physiques, muscular shoulders, tails, and limbs, and orange fur shimmering in the sunlight, as if enveloped in golden light.

Its face was resolute, and its large, bell-like eyes reflected a majestic light, radiating an undeniable power. The tiger's demeanor was calm and reserved, seemingly nonchalant, yet it was constantly aware of its surroundings, like a seasoned hunter, ready to capture its prey at any moment.

Their eyes, deep and sharp, like the brightest stars in the night sky, yet also like an abyss that can see into the depths of the human heart, can make every living being feel a sense of being scrutinized and evaluated with just a glance. It's not merely a visual impact, but a profound shock to the soul, as if every subtle movement, every heartbeat, is captured without exception by those eyes.

The roar just now was as awe-inspiring as thunder, a call from the depths of the soul, filled with the defense of territory, a warning to the weak, and a thirst for challenge. This roar echoed through the valley, lingering for a long time, instilling in everyone a sense of insignificance and powerlessness, as if the entire world trembled at that moment.

Therefore, to describe the imposing presence of a tiger, it represents a being that embodies power, majesty, profundity, and awe; it is undoubtedly the overlord of the jungle, the king of beasts.

Shen Yanchu's heart pounded, as if it would leap out of his throat. He watched the tiger eating nervously, fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

The tiger seemed to sense something; it stopped eating, raised its head, and cautiously sniffed the unusual scent in the air.

Suddenly, its gaze locked onto Shen Yanchu and Shi Wanxia, ​​and it let out a low roar before rising up and charging towards them.

Shi Wanxia was so frightened she almost screamed. Shen Yanchu also watched the tiger's figure nervously, holding Shi Wanxia tightly. Shi Wanxia was so nervous she could almost hear her own heartbeat.

The tiger lingered under the tree, unwilling to let Shen Yanchu and his companions go. It tried to climb the tree to attack them, but the trunk was too thick, and it couldn't climb it at all.

Shen Yanchu breathed a sigh of relief on the tree. He looked at the big tree with gratitude, his heart filled with awe for life. He knew that if it weren't for this tree, he and Shi Wanxia might already be tiger food.

The tiger tried for a long time under the tree, circling back and forth, and after half an hour it simply lay down under the tree and started to doze off.

Shi Wanxia stood there, speechless, staring at the sleeping tiger beneath the tree. Its massive body blocked their path. Shi Wanxia was filled with anxiety, unsure of what to do.

Just then, Shen Yanchu whispered in her ear, "Now we can only leave using our lightness skill." Shi Wanxia's heart skipped a beat. She knew that Shen Yanchu's lightness skill was superb, but he needed to suppress the toxins in his body with his internal energy and could not use it casually. However, in the current situation, she could not guarantee that the tiger would not climb or crash into trees. After all, as the king of beasts, its wisdom should not be underestimated.

Shen Yanchu seemed to sense her worry, gently took her hand, and said, "Don't be afraid, I will take you with me." Shi Wanxia felt the warmth of his hand, and her fear immediately lessened.

Shen Yanchu suddenly exerted his strength, grabbed her and flew up. Shi Wanxia felt as if her body was floating, as if she were flying in the air.

She gripped Shen Yanchu's hand tightly, not daring to loosen her grip even slightly. Shen Yanchu carried her through the air in a graceful arc, flying away into the distance.

For safety, Shen Yanchu had been forcibly circulating his internal energy, since the tiger had an exceptionally keen sense of smell and a large territory. He managed to leap ten or twenty miles through the forest before finally jumping down from the tree.

Shi Wanxia landed on the ground, her legs went weak, and she almost fell. Shen Yanchu caught her in time.

"My God, what bad luck! I actually ran into a tiger. It was huge, and just looking at it made my legs go weak. Brother Shen, thank you so much. If it weren't for you, I would have become the tiger's meal today."

"By the way, how are you? You look so pale, and your breathing is unsteady. How about we walk a little further and find a safe place to rest?"

Shi Wanxia supported Shen Yanchu, whose face was very pale, his brows were furrowed, and his body was somewhat unsteady, indicating that he had exhausted his strength.

Shen Yanchu cursed his own useless body inwardly. His face was as pale as paper, and he struggled to walk on his own.

However, his legs felt as heavy as lead, and every step was extremely difficult. Blurred shadows began to appear before his eyes, and his consciousness gradually faded.

Shi Wanxia had been watching Shen Yanchu's condition closely. Seeing him swaying precariously, she didn't hesitate to reach out and support him. She felt his heavy body leaning against her, and a wave of worry washed over her.

Shen Yanchu's consciousness became increasingly blurred, his body completely lost control, and he fainted in Shi Wanxia's arms.

Shi Wanxia was almost knocked over by his weight, but she gritted her teeth and used all her strength to half-support and half-drag him.

Her arms trembled slightly from the effort, but she did not give up. She moved forward step by step with difficulty, her mind focused on only one thought: to get Shen Yanchu to a safe place as soon as possible.

Sweat dripped from Shi Wanxia's forehead, and her breathing became rapid. But she persevered, constantly encouraging herself.

Finally, she saw a small cave ahead. With her last bit of strength, she dragged Shen Yanchu into the cave.

Shi Wanxia breathed a sigh of relief. She sat down next to Shen Yanchu, panting heavily. Looking at Shen Yanchu's unconscious state, she was filled with anxiety and worry. He had fallen into a coma because he had exhausted his internal energy.

Looking around, the cave was very small, no more than 3 square meters. Shi Wanxia quickly laid out a straw mat, helped Shen Yanchu to the mat to rest, and then took out the antidote and gave it to him.

It was only around three or four in the afternoon. Although it had stopped raining, the cave was damp and cold. She needed to find some firewood, otherwise it would be a big problem if he caught a cold. She put her backpack next to Shen Yanchu, took the knife and basket, and left the cave.