340: Spiritualist!

Roar!!!

Roar!!!

Two tigers were facing each other, roaring.

The tiger's roar echoed through the forest, scattering all the birds from the trees, and the surrounding wild beasts fled.

Lin Ang, too, was deeply shaken by this primal deterrence.

Just hearing the sound, a cold sweat instantly broke out on his back.

His legs were subtly weak and trembling, but he still didn't flee.

Because he knew what he came for: success or death.

The tiger is the king of all beasts; if he could activate his Spirit with tiger blood, the effect would surely be immeasurably better than other beast blood.

He hadn't considered this before coming, as how could he possibly get tiger blood empty-handed?

This scene before him, however, was precisely an opportunity.

As the saying goes, one mountain cannot tolerate two tigers, and these two were both male tigers, so a conflict was inevitable.

They would fight fiercely for territory, and at that time, it would be Lin Ang's chance.

He didn't need much tiger blood, just enough to draw a tattoo; a cup would suffice.

He only needed to stay here and wait for the two tigers to finish fighting.

At that time, some tiger blood would surely be left behind, and after they left, he would come out and pick up the leftovers.

If he was lucky, he might even get a tiger corpse, which would be fantastic.

And now, Lin Ang prayed in his heart.

They must fight!

They must fight!

They must fight!

…

Roar!!!

Roar!!!

After roaring at each other again, one of the tigers saw that the other still showed no movement, clearly not intending to leave its territory.

So, it decided to strike first, to kill or drive away this intruder.

The other was not to be outdone and immediately wrestled with the charging tiger.

Both sides clawed at each other with sharp claws, opening their bloody mouths to bite.

They rolled around on the ground, and each bite left a wound on the other's body.

Some fresh blood splattered on branches, grass blades, and soil…

Lin Ang watched the blood with shining eyes; that was his goal.

After a fierce battle, the challenger was defeated, and with a roar from the original owner, its throat was bitten through.

After all this was done, the victorious tiger rested briefly, marked its territory, and then left.

It paid no attention to the corpse of its own kind.

In this jungle, it did not lack food; the purpose of the fight was to eliminate a competitor.

The jungle naturally had corresponding roles to deal with the remaining corpse.

In the battle just now, it had also sustained some injuries and had to return to recuperate properly, in case another challenger appeared.

After the tiger left, a long, long time passed before Lin Ang poked his head out from a nearby bush.

He came to the tiger's corpse, looking at its ferocious head, still wide-eyed, majestic and dignified.

He opened his mouth and drank large gulps of tiger blood from the tiger's neck.

It had been dead for a while, but the tiger blood flowing down his throat was still scalding hot.

After drinking for a short while, Lin Ang's stomach was full.

Struggling to stand up, Lin Ang felt his whole body heating up as he touched his round belly.

Daring not to linger, after drinking the tiger blood, he dug out some feces from the tiger's rear and smeared it evenly over his body.

Then, with his big belly, he ran out of the jungle.

Perhaps deterred by the tiger's scent, he encountered no wild beasts running out to obstruct him along the way.

As it was nearing early afternoon, Lin Ang ran out of the jungle.

At this moment, he was as red as a thoroughly cooked shrimp.

Cultivation was too unbelievable; he needed to find a relatively stable place.

The jungle was too dangerous, full of unexpected events.

Before long, Lin Ang arrived at a quiet place.

As someone who had grown up here, he was very familiar with many places.

Then, following the transmitted memories, he sat cross-legged, adopting a specific posture.

He began to operate the cultivation technique taught to him, mobilizing the tiger blood in his abdomen.

First, he had to sense a certain special power—yes, he sensed it.

Then, on the other side of his skin, somewhere inward, he used the tiger blood to draw the corresponding pattern.

This step, however, stumped Lin Ang; honestly, he was just a farmer, how would he know how to draw?

He couldn't even draw cartoons, let alone something so realistic.

“I'll risk it!” But the matter had come to this, and Lin Ang had no other choice but to grit his teeth and go for it.

Then, he manipulated that power, guiding the tiger blood to paint on his body.

Originally, Lin Ang had no confidence, but once he started, he became remarkably skilled.

It was as if he wasn't guiding the tiger blood, but rather the tiger blood was guiding him.

This also made Lin Ang breathe a sigh of relief, as this situation felt perfectly reasonable.

Otherwise, wouldn't everyone in the Spirit Activation System have to become a skilled painter before cultivating?

Then was this for cultivation or for painting?

In just a short while, the tiger pattern was almost complete.

When the last stroke of the tiger pattern was added, the entire pattern emitted a dazzling light.

A lifelike tiger pattern appeared on Lin Ang's body, its appearance at least ninety percent similar to the one he had seen.

At the same time, some luminous particles in the air seemed to be attracted to him, surging wildly into Lin Ang's body.

These particles first tempered Lin Ang's body from the inside out.

Making his bones crystal clear and the cells in his blood full of vitality.

Finally, some of the particles remained in his body, circulating with his blood.

All the remaining particles gathered on the tiger pattern, tempering the drawn tiger blood as well.

And merged with it, changing from its original blood red to an ethereal white.

Then, streams of airflow emanated from the pattern, slowly rising around Lin Ang's body.

As they rose, they condensed, outlining a phantom image of a tiger, identical in appearance to the one on the pattern.

The moment it appeared, the tiger seemed to come alive, raising its head and roaring to the sky.

Roar!

In Lin Ang's ears, there was truly the sound of a tiger's roar.

No, there was genuinely a tiger's roar; centered on Lin Ang, a wave of air erupted, spreading outwards.

Dust was blown outwards in a circle, and the surrounding weeds were flattened in rows.

Meanwhile, Chen De, inside Lin Ang's body, decided to give him a boost at this moment.

The black liquid, like a vortex, furiously devoured the surrounding luminous particles.

Lin Ang thought this was a normal phenomenon, not only did he not stop it, but he also joined in the devouring.

Originally, after the tiger's roar ended, breaking through to a Ling Ren would be complete, and the phantom image would gradually dissipate.

At this moment, it had just begun to show signs of fading, but it immediately stopped.

As particles were continuously poured into his body, the tiger phantom behind Lin Ang became increasingly solid, more vibrant, and more lifelike.

With Chen De's help, after Lin Ang broke through to the Ling Ren realm, his cultivation continued to surge, breaking through one barrier after another.

Ling Ren Realm First Stage!

Ling Ren Realm Second Stage!

Ling Ren Realm Third Stage!

Ling Ren Realm Fourth Stage!

Ling…