I am the snake demon!

"Alright, let me see what rare and exotic beasts your Mo Ci Guard has brought."

Bai Xuan suddenly chuckled, breaking the oppressive atmosphere in the tent.

Although it was a scheme.

But he did indeed lack a mount.

This armor was heavy, and an ordinary warhorse could not carry him very fast.

In the future, Bai Xuan will always have to go to the battlefield.

He wanted to find a better mount.

If someone is willing to give it to him, he will naturally accept it.

Upon hearing Bai Xuan's agreement, a hint of joy quickly surfaced in the eyes of Nie Ying and Wang Shizhong.

Bai Xuan got up and led everyone to the training ground.

Everything had already been arranged in the training ground.

In the center of the training ground, a huge black cloth covered a rectangular object, obscuring its true form. From beneath the cloth came low growls, and the cloth itself swayed slightly, as if imprisoning a ferocious beast.

After everyone had arrived, Wang Shizhong ordered the huge black cloth to be lifted, and only then did everyone see what was under the cloth.

Inside the iron cage beneath the black cloth, a magnificent and strange beast was roaring.

The beast was jet black, with a head like a deer, but its antlers were more magnificent than those of any other deer present. The patterns on its antlers even had a touch of holy beauty. Its body was like a horse, with long limbs, but its hooves were covered with dense scales, and its tail was not a horse's tail, but a cow's tail.

"What a wondrous beast!"

Bai Xuan, who had been somewhat indifferent, suddenly brightened up when he looked at the strange beasts in the arena, his eyes almost shining.

Although the species of this strange beast is unknown, its appearance is seven or eight parts like a Qilin.

So handsome!

The appearance, the antlers, the cry.

It perfectly matched Bai Xuan's aesthetic sense; it resonated with him deeply.

With just one glance, Bai Xuan made up his mind: he wanted this strange beast.

"Deer antlers, horse body, fish scales, ox tail, could this be the legendary Qilin?" Leng Shih-hu exclaimed in astonishment upon seeing this.

I really didn't expect the Mo Ciwei to find such a rare and exotic beast.

It is even better than the Xuanli horse of the Prince of Zhenbei.

If it were given to him instead of Bai Xuan, it would truly be a generous gift, something that is rare and hard to come by.

"No, dragons, phoenixes, and qilin are all just legends. Although it's rumored that these strange beasts derive their bloodline from these divine creatures, the truth is unknown, and no one has ever actually seen these divine beasts. Moreover, ancient texts record that the qilin has a dragon's head, a deer's body, ox hooves, and a dragon's tail—it's not quite the same. This strange beast is neither qilin nor horse; it's truly bizarre." Xu Yuhua frowned slightly and looked at Wang Shizhong, asking, "Commander Wang, what is the name of this beast?"

"Your Highness, this beast was captured by accident, and none of the elders in my clan recognize it, so we do not know its name," Wang Shizhong replied politely.

"Don't know his name?" Xu Yuhua frowned slightly, her heart filled with worry.

These strange beasts are incredibly diverse and cannot cultivate, making it difficult to assess their strength. However, there is a standard for judging their power: the more they resemble dragons, phoenixes, or qilin, the stronger they are.

This strange beast is probably at the eighth rank.

And it's about taming, not killing.

Killing is about finding weaknesses and using your strengths to attack the enemy's weaknesses, but taming is about competing with this beast in endurance, which is exactly the opposite: using your weaknesses to attack the enemy's strengths.

Xu Yuhua was worried and secretly sent a telepathic message to Bai Xuan, asking him to find an opportunity to kill him.

Taming them is too dangerous.

Killing them is relatively easier.

A single, fatal blow can also serve to establish authority.

This can also be used to punish Mo Ciwei.

However, Bai Xuan ignored Xu Yuhua's words for the first time. He leaped across dozens of feet and landed heavily on the ground like a cannonball. Then he looked at the strange beast in front of him with the eyes of someone looking at a rare treasure.

Just kidding, this is his dream girl.

Even if it's someone who saved your life, it's not allowed.

Although Bai Xuan doesn't know the name or strength of this strange beast, it doesn't matter.

After all, what is the most important function of a mount?

Fast? Good at fighting?

You're all wrong, he's handsome!

Please, this is a world of cultivation. No matter how fast a mount is, can it be faster than its master?

Could it be that even the mighty Taiyi Tianzun couldn't fly as fast as the nine-headed lion?

Why does Taiyi Tianzun always ride a nine-headed lion when he goes out?

The reason is simple: it all comes down to one word—prestige!

Big shots always have special effects when they go out.

The rosy clouds stretched for miles, auspicious colors shone in thousands of strands, and purple clouds drifted from the east for thirty thousand miles.

Taishang Laojun, Yuanshi Tianzun, and Tongtian Jiaozhu each rode a nine-dragon sandalwood chariot!

Although he's not a big shot yet, he should at least try to emulate them.

If one day he successfully repays his debt of gratitude, settles his karmic debts, transcends tribulation and ascends to heaven, riding this strange beast to ascend in full view of everyone, wouldn't that be the ultimate display of divine power in front of the people?

Unaware of Bai Xuan's intentions, the crowd was astonished when they saw him leap into the air.

Xu Yuhua's lips parted slightly, her eyes filled with worry.

A look of joy quickly appeared in Nie Ying's eyes. This strange beast was unknown, but it was incredibly strong and impervious to blades and spears. Even an eighth-grade martial artist in the Cave Profound Realm would suffer a great loss if he fought it in close combat. As for this new Zhenbei King, although his cultivation level was unknown, his age determined that his cultivation level could not exceed the seventh grade, and was most likely only the sixth grade. He was definitely no match for this strange beast.

Finally, the beast went berserk, and everyone was helpless. The eldest brother stepped in again, subdued the beast, and turned the tide of the battle. His prestige was sure to soar.

Comparing the two, it goes without saying who is most suitable to be the future master of the North.

The position of a prince is fixed; whether he can subdue soldiers depends on his own abilities.

If a position can determine everything, then wouldn't it be better for the person in the capital to simply dismiss the Prince of Zhenbei from his throne with a single sentence?

Leng Shih-hu remained silent with a cold expression, but a terrifying surge of true energy emanated from his palm, ready to strike at any moment. If anything happened to Bai Xuan, he would make his move and annihilate the strange beast.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Bai Xuan slowly walked towards the iron cage. The strange beast inside roared instinctively, but when it sensed Bai Xuan's presence, its body stiffened, and a look of doubt appeared in its large eyes as it looked at Bai Xuan rather strangely.

Bai Xuan seemed to be deep in thought, then smiled and opened the iron cage. The strange beast inside did not go berserk as everyone had expected; instead, it was unusually docile, curiously poking its head out to examine Bai Xuan.

Bai Xuan smiled and reached out, indicating that he wanted to touch the beast's head. The beast obediently lowered its head and let Bai Xuan stroke it, even rubbing against Bai Xuan's palm.

Upon seeing this, the group of people on the platform all showed expressions of shock.

"Good heavens, I'm not seeing things, am I?" Leng Shih-hu's eyes widened like saucers.

These strange beasts are born ferocious, and the stronger they are, the more difficult they are to tame.

How did my little prince end up being tamed so easily?

Nie Ying's eyes widened as well, her gaze sharp as a knife as she looked at Wang Shizhong beside her. The legend of strange beasts recognizing their masters is just a fabricated story to deceive people. You're talking about something that actually happened to you?

Or perhaps you were originally a member of the Northern King's faction in this town?

They pretended to be allies with me, but in reality, it was just a show to let the Prince of Zhenbei steal the spotlight.

Well, you've got guts.

Wang Shizhong was shocked. "No, even if I wanted to do that, I'd need the ability."

That beast doesn't understand human speech, how can I tame it?

Bai Xuan stroked the beast's head, subtly channeling his magic into its body, instantly examining its entire form. Then he smiled and said, "From now on, you'll be called Mo Lin."

Among mythical beasts, bloodline is extremely important; those with higher bloodlines naturally exert a sense of superiority and oppression over those with lower bloodlines.

Just as scaled fish in water would instinctively submit to a real dragon, or birds in the sky would instinctively submit to a phoenix, becoming at its beck and call.

Bai Xuan's bloodline is superior to that of this strange beast.

Although Bai Xuan was just a snake, after undergoing two heavenly tribulations, he felt his body undergo a different transformation.

He once speculated that if he hadn't met Xu Yuhua and had continued through tribulations, it was hard to say whether he would have become an immortal, but he would most likely have transformed into a dragon.

The snake is a small dragon, and it possesses the might of a dragon, but it always hides it, so ordinary people cannot sense it. This strange beast, however, is different; its perception far surpasses that of mortals.

Furthermore, this strange beast has a mixed bloodline, the most special of which is a trace of dragon blood.

It is inferior to white Xuan paper.

He was completely suppressed by him; seeing Bai Xuan was like meeting a king.

However, it really doesn't look like a dragon, so Bai Xuan couldn't name it after a dragon. Instead, he named it Mo Lin.

Actually, dragons and qilin were related.

The Huainanzi records that "Yinglong begot Jianma, and Jianma begot Qilin." Qilin is Yinglong's grandson. There are also folk legends that Qilin is one of the dragon's sons, and is the offspring of a dragon and a blue ox.

Hearing Bai Xuan's words, Mo Lin let out a soft groan of joy, obediently lowered its head, and let Bai Xuan ride it.

Mo Lin sped away, instantly stirring up a gust of wind.

Upon seeing this, Xu Yuhua immediately gave one of her men a look, and cheers and exclamations immediately erupted from the army.

The Qilin recognizes its master, signifying destiny.