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Murong Ling didn't know how to reply. She only pounced on him subconsciously, just like how she interrupted the man's playing. It was just that she didn't want to see him get injured.

However, she didn't have the face to say it out loud. She tried to change the topic, "I didn't expect that beast to be so strong either."

Li Cangmin's eyes sunk. Yes, that's right, that white colored tiger demon beast's strength was already at the late stage of the second level, and was countless times stronger than the demon beast he killed that day at Cloud Mist Mountain. Even he, who had always been on the losing end, had suffered a hidden loss.

In the end, he was still not strong enough!

In order to prevent his inner demon from growing, he had been suppressing his cultivation. However, reality gave him a ruthless blow, even if he did not die because of his inner demon, he would still meet a strong enemy one day and become a weakling that others could kill at will.

Murong Ling was shocked by the killing intent that suddenly appeared in his eyes, and accidentally pulled on the wound on her chest, causing him to frown in pain. Li Cangmin immediately took out two bottles, one red and one green, which were the pills that Murong Ling had given him back then.

Due to the effects of the medicinal pellet, Murong Ling's expression immediately eased up. The disordered Spiritual Sense slowly calmed down and the wound on its chest started to heal, it was just that the White Tiger's attack was too fierce. It looked like it was fine, it had only recovered to only the fifth layer.

Murong Ling did not want to worry him, so she got up and pretended to be fine. Only then did she notice that her surroundings had already turned into a world of ice and snow, causing all the people who were frozen to not have any signs of life. She was immediately shocked, Bai Mu and Leng Qiu were still inside.

"Your Royal Highness, quickly withdraw your magic."

There was no need for Li Cangmin to stop the spell, the spell he cast when he was in danger was not strong at all. When Murong Ling spoke, the ice and snow around him disappeared, and the frozen world immediately came back to life.

Fortunately, both Bai Mu and Leng Qiu were still alive.

Just as Murong Ling was about to go up and stab the man, the white tiger had already opened its round, fist like eyes wide, and pounced towards her with a roar. She was immediately shocked, and flung out its four limbs, while at the same time, Li Cangmin's long sword also came slashing over.

The White Tiger roared in anger, its big eyes looking wronged. Raising its forelimbs, it unexpectedly shattered the ten thousand year old Ghost Vine as it pounced towards Li Cangmin angrily, opening its mouth and releasing another row of wind blades.

Li Cangmin had only had enough time to eat the Yang Yuan Dan and his spirit energy had not completely recovered yet. He blocked the wind blade but he did not manage to block the sharp claws.

"Stop!" Murong Ling picked up a sword from the ground and placed it on the neck of the man, "If you dare make a move, I will kill your master."

It turned its head to look at Murong Ling, and howled as it ran towards her. As it ran, it raised its claws, as if it wanted to attack, but if Murong Ling was not wrong, the direction of attack was actually towards the man's chest.

What was going on?

Not only did Murong Ling see this, Yang Lie's eyes flashed with a vicious look. She secretly cursed at this beast, and then picked up the short flute in her hand to play. The White Tiger's body stiffened, its eyes became shrouded with a layer of faint blood mist and berserk.

Murong Ling had already prepared for this, the sword in her hand moved to defend. She chanted an incantation, and a row of wooden thorns appeared out of thin air to counterattack, while Yang Lie's body gradually warmed up, but he was still stiff. He decided to make his move first, increased the speed of the flute, and slowly retreated, riding on his horse, Jue Chen.

Not long after he left, the White Tiger roared and chased after him. Only then did Murong Ling and Li Cangmin heave a sigh of relief, in a blink of an eye, the two of them had more wounds on their bodies, and they were even more afraid of the White Tiger.

Calming herself down, Murong Ling realized that something was wrong, "Is that White Tiger the assassin's contracted beast? "Why does it look so strange?"

Cultivators weren't the only ones who could contract Demonic Beasts. Mortals also had Spiritual Sense s, and were able to complete the master-slave contract. The assassin just now had a spirit beast bag hanging from his waist, which was probably where the White Tiger stayed.

"Because that White Tiger isn't his contract beast." "The backlash of a level two demon beast is extremely strong. If not for the fact that it willingly acknowledged its master, ordinary people would not have been able to withstand the backlash of the demon beast and would have turned into idiots under the influence of the Spiritual Sense."

Murong Ling realised and thought about the flute, "So he is an imperial beast?"

Li Cangmin nodded as he looked at Murong Ling with furrowed brows. Suspicion quickly flashed through his mind, but he did not grab hold of it. He felt that the White Tiger seemed to have good intentions towards Murong Ling.

"What's wrong?" Murong Ling asked curiously.

"Nothing, just get some rest." He was only guessing, and didn't know if it was accurate or not. He could only wait for the next opportunity to take a closer look.

The next day.

The city gates were slowly opened by the guards at dawn. People were already waiting for them outside the gates. They were carrying loads or driving carts, carrying vegetables, mountain treasure, and furs to be sold in the city. They were all noisy and full of vitality.

A BMW car was far behind the group. Someone could not help but be puzzled, "Which noble family entered the city so early in the morning?"

Don't you see the sign of Prince Qin's Mansion hung in front of the carriage? A middle-aged man said in a low voice, "In order to survive in the capital, even if you can't read, you still have to remember the signs clearly. Otherwise, if you were to accidentally offend them in the future, nine lives wouldn't be enough."

The person who asked the question looked to be enlightened, and asked again, "Did the nobles of the Prince Qin Palace go to the outskirts of the village to play?"

"You don't even know this? Ten days ago, the Prince Qin and the Princess Qin went to the Obscure Mountain City to find the immortal fruit for the empress and celebrated her birthday. The middle-aged man kindly reminded him, "The palace has already announced the arrival of the banquet. In order to celebrate Empress Qian Qiu's victory, Your Majesty has decided to share the joy with the people. Today, the banquet will be held outside on Martial God Street.

"Really? "That's imperial cuisine, I didn't think I'd still have the fortune to eat imperial cuisine in my lifetime."

"The curfew is still being lifted tonight. The entire city is setting off fireworks to celebrate for the empress."

"The Your Majesty and the Empress have a deep affection for each other …"

"Didn't you say that the Noble Consort s are favored by the palace?"

"What do you know? Wife and concubine are naturally different. Although Empress Dowager is always ill, she is the mother of the world. Your Majesty will naturally respect her."

The people in the queue began to talk until the guards scolded them. They didn't know what was going on as they thought that everyone in the carriage was listening in on their conversation.