"Old Ma, I feel like my Tiger Form Boxing is about to break through to our ancestor's level," said an elderly man with white hair wearing a white training uniform, his face beaming with excitement.
Hearing his words, the middle-aged man wearing a green vest and holding a camera was equally thrilled.
"I also feel that this photo I just took is definitely the best one I've taken in my entire life."
He showed the image he had just captured to the white-haired elder.
After looking at it, the elder nodded repeatedly.
"A tiger's roar in the forest, a fierce tiger descending the mountain - I never thought I'd see such a magnificent beast in my lifetime."
If anyone from the photography circle had been present, they would have certainly recognized this elderly man with the camera.
His name was Wan Fuxing. In his younger years, he had farmed, run factories, and served in the military, only finding his life's purpose at the age of 50.
From then on, he embarked on a journey photographing wildlife, traversing snow plains, venturing into primitive forests, and even reaching the Himalayan mountains thousands of meters above sea level.
His mission was to capture those wildlife spirits of the mountains, and his photographs of sables, red foxes, snow leopards, and other creatures had consistently stunned the photography world. His work had won numerous international awards.
This time, he had come to Ningnan to visit his granddaughter, never expecting to capture such a stunning shot of the Siberian Tiger King at the seemingly unremarkable West Rainbow Zoo.
He had photographed tigers before, but neither the captive tigers in other zoos nor the wild Siberian tigers in the depths of Changbai Mountain could compare to the one before him.
Compared to Li Hua in the cage, other tigers seemed no bigger than house cats.
"By the way, Old Ma, didn't you say your Tiger Form Boxing had reached its limit? How did you suddenly break through?"
Hearing Wan Fuxing's question, a glimmer of excitement flashed in the white-haired elder's eyes.
"It's all about destiny. For years, I've visited various zoos to observe tigers and learn their forms."
"But only today did I realize that to advance in Tiger Form Boxing, merely copying their movements isn't enough - you must understand their spirit."
"That fierce tiger's leap and roar instantly showed me what it truly means to be the king of the forest."
"The tigers I'd been imitating before were mere superficial imitations."
"But this one time isn't enough. I plan to observe for several more days - it would be best if I could stay here."
After hearing Old Ma's explanation, Wan Fuxing nodded in agreement.
"This zoo may be run-down, but judging from this tiger's condition, the owner must truly love animals."
"Let's talk to him and see if we can stay here longer."
"Good idea, I'll go ask where we can find the zoo owner."
Just as they finished speaking, a voice rang out behind them.
"Make way, make way! Free-range chickens here! Whether you want to feed the tiger or take them home for soup, hurry up! Limited to 50 chickens, once they're gone, they're gone!"
"Genuine free-range chickens!"
As the voice faded, a handsome young man in a zoo uniform appeared in their view.
"It's that zoo director again. Why is he selling chickens? Is their zoo so luxurious that they feed dozens of chickens to the tiger every day?"
"Luxurious my foot! We're paying for these chickens ourselves - no matter how many the tiger eats, it's our money!"
"Damn, that makes sense. We've got to take some of these chickens home."
"Of course we should. These are clearly village-raised free-range chickens, super nutritious."
"Really?"
"Of course! Would I lie to you? I've lived in the countryside for decades - I know genuine free-range chickens when I see them."
"You can't get chickens like these for a hundred yuan anywhere else these days."
"If we buy these chickens to take home, this owner will lose money big time!"
"Yeah, serve him right!"
"I'll take ten!"
...
Hearing the crowd's discussion, the two elderly men immediately realized Yang Lin's identity.
Watching Yang Lin skillfully hand chickens to visitors who then threw them into the cage, both men's faces showed peculiar expressions.
"It seems this owner does indeed love animals, but perhaps only tigers."
Seeing Yang Lin sell out all hundred chickens in no time, the two men followed him.
They followed him to the staff administration area.
Just as they were about to approach him, they saw Yang Lin drag out another large iron cage from the administration office.
Inside the cage were plump hens.
At that moment, all three men's gazes met.
Yang Lin's eyes showed a hint of embarrassment.
"Are you two gentlemen here to buy chickens too?"
"I just got a hundred new ones in. How many would you like?"
Hearing Yang Lin's words, both men quickly shook their heads.
"No, no, we're not here for chickens. We wanted to ask..."
Before Wan Fuxing could finish, Yang Lin's face lit up with sudden understanding.
"I get it, you two are here to apply for jobs, right?"
"As it happens, our zoo needs a gate guard and a janitor."
"Well..."
Surprised by Yang Lin's words, the two elderly men exchanged glances.
They had been wondering how they could stay at the zoo longer to facilitate their photography and practice.
Their original plan was to get a long-term pass or annual membership.
But after Yang Lin's suggestion, they suddenly realized that working at the zoo might be an even better option.
After all, even with a long-term pass, you couldn't stay twenty-four hours a day.
If they got jobs at the zoo, everything would be legitimate.
They didn't need to work there long - a month or two would suffice, and it would be much better than spending that time in the wild.
Having realized this, both elderly men immediately nodded.
Seeing their agreement, Yang Lin didn't think much of it.
With the increasing number of visitors, having just him and his cousin working in the park wasn't enough.
He had been planning to look for some elderly helpers from nearby, and now people had come to him voluntarily.
He immediately began explaining the basic situation of the park to the two elderly men, saying they could start work officially tomorrow.
But as he was walking around the park with the two elderly men, a sudden commotion erupted from the direction of the tiger enclosure.
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
mance] After transmigrating for eighteen years, Lin Qi lived as an utterly ordinary herbalist in the countryside. One day, he kindly brought home a sickly, beautiful girl covered in blood. They married in a flash and began their blissful, intimate life together. Right then, his long-delayed system finally activated. [Warning! Host detected in contact with the "Crimson Calamity," the world-ending witch!] Lin Qi looked at the adorable wife currently curled in his arms, who couldn't even open a jar lid and trembled at the sight of a mouse. Lin Qi: "System, are you insane? This is clearly just a weak and delicate sickly girl!" Thus, Lin Qi treated the system as a "Contrast System," where taking care of his wife made him stronger. Combing his wife's hair rewarded him with [Free Attribute Points]. Taking his wife out for sunshine rewarded him with [Forbidden Spell: Arcane Explosion]. Lin Qi: "This soft life tastes so good!" ... Yet, in the eyes of outsiders: The strongest Beastkin Assassin: "That man dissected a Beast King with a common skinning knife! That was a show of force towards the powerful!" The Holy Son of the Radiant Church: "I infiltrated his home as a tutor, but he had me babysit the children... He must have seen through my disguise!" The World-Ending Witch, Felucia: "I hid all the way in the countryside. How is it that the husband I married on a whim is stronger than I was at my peak?"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
