Yang Lin had never expected to encounter the escaped African lion as soon as he arrived here.
Had he known this would happen, he wouldn't have dared to come in alone even if it meant death.
Looking at the massive beast about to pounce on him, he had almost resigned himself to death.
However, at that crucial moment, a somewhat frail figure suddenly lunged from the side.
In this critical instant, it forcefully knocked the male African lion to the ground.
By the time Yang Lin came to his senses, that figure was already standing protectively in front of him.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be an elderly male lion, skeletal and with patchy fur.
Unlike the prime-aged African lion from before, this elderly lion, though still large in frame, had little flesh on its bones, with only loose, sagging fur hanging on its body.
At this point, it probably weighed less than a hundred kilograms.
Even though it tried its best to appear fierce, its fallen canines and loose claws made it seem harmless.
Before the African lion in its prime, it was like an aging king using his last remnants of strength to defend his territory.
"Young Yang, run! This is my battle with this fellow!"
Just as Yang Lin was shocked by the scene before him, the elderly lion suddenly spoke in its aged voice.
Hearing its words, Yang Lin was stunned momentarily before looking at the prime-aged African lion.
Without doubt, although both were of the same species, their fighting capabilities were worlds apart.
Perhaps with just one clash, the elderly lion's throat would be torn out.
At this moment, the fierce-looking African lion finally spoke.
"Old timer, you're truly a disgrace to our lion kind, reduced to being kept by humans."
"If I were you, I would have devoured that little human behind you and escaped from here."
"But now you've lost that chance. You've tainted our lion's dignity, so today you must die here."
"I'll give you one chance to attack me head-on."
After speaking, the African lion's face showed a hint of arrogance.
As a former elite of its pride, being captured by humans had filled its heart with hatred.
But compared to that, it harbored even more hatred for its own kind who had lost their fighting spirit and merely clung to life.
That's why it had followed the scent to this place.
As soon as it finished speaking, the elderly lion's face showed an indescribable expression.
Once, it too had been the king of the grasslands, but now that former king had reached its twilight years.
Thinking of how three generations of Yang Lin's family had cared for it, its aged face suddenly showed a look of determination.
"No need for more words, let this old king test his mettle against you, the new king!"
As soon as the words left its mouth, the elderly lion prepared to attack.
However, at this moment, Yang Lin interrupted.
"Wait a moment, I think this isn't quite fair. If possible, I think I can help you."
Hearing Yang Lin's words, both the prime-aged African lion and the elderly lion showed confused expressions.
Especially the African lion, whose face showed a hint of mockery.
"Then you can join it in the fight."
"The help I'm talking about isn't about fighting alongside it," Yang Lin said as he cast a beam of insight.
Immediately, the elderly lion's talent information appeared before him.
[King's Bearing (Legendary Talent) Requires 10 talent points to activate]
[Savage Roar (Golden Talent) Requires 5 talent points to activate]
[Advanced Hunting (Golden Talent) Requires 5 talent points to activate]
[Lion King's Domain (Golden Talent) Requires 5 talent points to activate]
[Super Strength (Golden Talent) Requires 5 talent points to activate]
......
As Yang Lin expected, this former lion king possessed nothing but golden talents, and even had a legendary talent.
One could imagine just how powerful its bloodline must be.
Looking at these dazzling talents, Yang Lin bit his lip and selected [King's Bearing] at the top.
At this point, including the rewards from capturing other animals, he had 15 talent points in total, which was quite abundant.
If he were to activate normal green talents, he could awaken talents in 15 animals.
But this time, he decided to go big.
As the elderly lion's talent was activated, its nearly decrepit body suddenly felt a surge of powerful vitality emerging from within.
Its formerly loose muscles instantly bulged, and its patchy, falling fur began growing at a visible rate.
New teeth pushed out the loose and broken ones, and even its claws were completely renewed.
In less than a minute, its entire body was covered in golden fur, with its mane more magnificent than ever before, appearing as if forged from gold under the sunlight.
When all the changes had finished, it had transformed into an incredibly majestic beast, like an ancient divine beast stepping out of Egyptian wall paintings.
This twilight king had been given a second life in this moment.
Seeing this amazing transformation, Yang Lin was at a loss for words to describe his amazement.
Even when Big Sister Flower had transformed before, he hadn't felt this way.
If Big Sister Flower had been the king of the forest, then this perfect, divine mount-like majestic lion king before him was undoubtedly the king of all beasts.
At this moment, he could only say one thing: "Legendary talents are truly terrifying!"
Just as he was stunned by the lion king's appearance, the reborn lion king suddenly opened its mouth full of sharp teeth.
The next second, a thunderous roar that could make all beasts submit erupted from its mouth.
In an instant, all animals within a fifty-kilometer radius seemed to sense it.
Whether they were animals in the zoo, pets kept by nearby residents, or livestock in farms, they all prostrated themselves at this moment, as if paying homage to their new king.
Besides these animals, the visitors at West Rainbow Zoo and Lin Feng's arriving group were also frozen in place by this earth-shaking roar.
It took them quite a while to recover.
"What was that sound!"
Hearing Lin Feng's question, a nearby visitor responded with confusion:
"It sounds like a lion's roar, but also not quite."
"It came from inside the zoo, let's go see for ourselves."
"Could it be that escaped African lion?"
"Damn, doesn't that mean Director Yang is in danger?"
"Captain Lin, hurry and take your men to save Director Yang!"
As they spoke, the crowd rushed toward the small savanna area inside the park, led by Lin Feng and his action team members.
However, when they arrived at the small savanna, they were completely stunned by the scene before them.
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.”
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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)
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
