"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.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
