C30 White Tiger Inheritance!

"Not bad at all. Taking down an S-grade Spirit Beast has certainly cut down on my troubles!" A taunting voice rang out as the leader spun around, his pupils shrinking in alarm.

"Who's there?"

In the blink of an eye, a young figure came into view.

The leader saw his own men bound and immobilized—clearly the handiwork of this newcomer.

And that figure was none other than Yang Chen.

Yang Chen watched the man with a grin, quite pleased with himself.

Dealing with an S-grade Spirit Beast was no small feat, after all. Though this White Tiger wasn't quite on par with the Flying Tiger, resolving the situation without a fight was definitely a win.

These pawns had proven to be quite useful!

"An Ability User? What's your angle? You know we can't slaughter each other in No.98!"

"No.98? Do you take me for a fool?"

Yang Chen's smile, brimming with mirth, unsettled the man.

"How did you discover us?"

The leader demanded, his voice low. He had been confident in his cover, yet this kid had seen right through him.

"Discover? Are you dense? When's the last time you saw anyone in Hua Xia wearing wooden clogs?" Yang Chen's eyes dripped with scorn as he regarded the leader.

"I see..." The leader muttered, his face obscured as he hung his head. Then, with a sudden jerk, he raised his head, his face twisted into a snarl as he bellowed, "Die!"

From within his cloak, he had produced a small dagger, its blade glinting with a sinister chill, a clear intent to kill emanating from it.

He lunged at Yang Chen with the weapon!

Triumph gleamed in the leader's eyes, convinced of his impending victory. To him, Yang Chen was just too naive. Even at his wit's end, he believed in his last desperate strike.

This dagger was to be his final play!

The leader could already envision the blood spurting from Yang Chen's body as the dagger plunged in.

What a glorious sight it would be!

But inexplicably, mid-thrust, an immense force seized the leader's arm, rendering him powerless to withdraw.

The leader's face was a mask of terror as he stared at Yang Chen, only to find Yang Chen's ever-present smile undiminished.

"What's the matter, still want to try and kill me?"

Yang Chen's grin never wavered. Though a novice among Ability Users, he was far from helpless in these seedy underbellies.

Yang Chen had caught the leader's movement out of the corner of his eye. With superior strength and speed, disarming the man of his dagger was child's play.

The warmth of Yang Chen's smile was slowly replaced by an icy chill. With a mere flick of his wrist, he crushed the leader's arm with tremendous force, then seized the dagger and plunged it into the man's heart.

The sickening sound of steel piercing flesh filled the air, followed by a rush of blood that pooled on the ground.

A look of defiance lingered on the leader's face as his head lolled to the side. In his final moments, his gaze was fixed on the entrance to the White Tiger's lair.

The frustration was palpable.

He had come so far, bested the guardian beast, and the legacy was within his grasp. Why, then, did it have to be stolen from him at the last moment?

The injustice of it all!

With an impassive face, Yang Chen withdrew the dagger, swiftly dispatched the remaining three B-class individuals, and casually tossed them aside. He dusted off his hands and approached the White Tiger's carcass.

Though the White Tiger's skull was shattered, its inner core remained untouched.

Yang Chen extracted a bead radiating with blue luminescence from the remains, its surface dancing with tiny sparks of lightning.

His eyes gleaming, Yang Chen summoned a dark light to his fingertips, enveloping the bead in its glow.

The bead emitted a resonant hum, and Yang Chen immediately felt a strange new power surge into his dantian.

Within that dark pearl in his dantian, a blue lightning arc began to emerge—Thunder Inheritance!

Yang Chen's spirit was electrified. With a mere thought, faint arcs of lightning sprang from his fingertips, fracturing the air around him.

"Hiss, this power is something else!" Yang Chen mused, a flicker of delight in his eyes.

His fire ability had once been his most formidable attack, but now, having absorbed the Thunder Inheritance, his capacity for destruction had grown exponentially more fearsome.

Yang Chen's power had once again escalated, marking a new level of strength. With his innate Grandmaster physique and advanced Spiritual Qi cultivation, he was already a formidable force to be reckoned with, second only to those at the Master Stage. His recent journey to White Tiger Mountain had rewarded him with three unique abilities, further amplifying his prowess. Now, Yang Chen felt confident enough to stand toe-to-toe with a powerhouse newly initiated into the Grandmaster Level.

Moreover, his cultivation of Spiritual Qi had ascended to an S grade.

Truth be told, Yang Chen harbored a bit of envy for that individual's weapon ability. He had longed for a weapon of his own, but all that person had was a mere stick, which Yang Chen found quite unappealing.

His preference lay with swords. The ethereal sword immortals he had admired in television dramas epitomized the elegance and power he aspired to embody. The saying went, "A single sword's chill can freeze nineteen provinces," a testament to the awe-inspiring might of sword immortals. And let's face it, sword cultivators simply exuded an unmatched coolness.

Regarding the abilities of the others, Yang Chen had only absorbed the ice attribute from one of the Ability Users. Ice, much like fire, proved to be a valuable asset.

Subsequently, a delicate snowflake emerged on the surface of the black pearl nestled within his dantian.

Having settled his affairs, Yang Chen wielded his flames to incinerate the remains of the fallen, including the White Tiger's carcass. The primary concern was the lingering scent of blood in White Tiger Mountain, which could potentially attract other Spirit Beasts. Even if they weren't particularly strong, they could interfere with his exploration of the White Tiger Cave. Yang Chen had no desire to court unnecessary complications.

With everything in order, Yang Chen's attention shifted to the enigmatic depths of the White Tiger Cave. He had not ventured in earlier, and those who did had quickly retreated after a run-in with the guardian beast.

Yang Chen was in the dark about what lay within. Nonetheless, he was well-versed in the lore of White Tiger Mountain. Legend had it that a Grandmaster Level White Tiger met its end here. Whether the term 'Grandmaster Level' referred to a rank, a bond, or the Heaven Sect's definition of a Grandmaster, the records were frustratingly vague.

Regardless of the level, it was clear that Yang Chen was currently no match for it. He found it hard to believe that such a formidable entity would leave their abode unguarded.

Take the White Tiger, for instance. Its presence was undoubtedly one of the safeguards put in place by the deceased owner. As for any other traps or defenses, Yang Chen was in the dark. He'd have to step inside and discover them firsthand.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Chen moved towards the entrance.

Beyond the threshold lay darkness. A spark flickered to life at Yang Chen's fingertips, casting a feeble glow that faintly illuminated his surroundings.

"If only I had a light-based ability, I could double as a light bulb!" he quipped to himself before using the dim light to survey the area.

What he saw was a room steeped in antiquity, spacious at roughly 400 square meters, furnished with beds, tables, and the like.

Yang Chen paused, his face contorting with bewilderment.

A cave? This looked more like a bedroom!

Who in their right mind leaves their legacy in their bedroom?

He scanned the room once more, confirming his initial assessment—it was indeed just a bedroom. No other security measures in sight, save perhaps for the S-grade White Tiger Spirit Beast that had been the cave's sole guardian.

"Talk about laid-back," Yang Chen muttered, a pang of sympathy for the four individuals crossing his mind. Had he not intervened, they might have claimed the White Tiger's legacy. Alas, they had eliminated the only hurdle, only for him to swoop in and seize their prize.

Sometimes, luck—or the lack thereof—plays a cruel hand in one's destiny.

As Yang Chen wandered the room, he found nothing but simple, rustic furniture.

"Hmm?"

After a thorough search, the so-called White Tiger cave appeared to be empty.

Why keep a White Tiger here at all?

Baffled, Yang Chen shook his head.

It was as if someone was playing mind games with him.

A cave this large, devoid of anything of substance—was this some kind of joke?

Frustration bubbled within him. Despite his minimal effort, the anticlimactic outcome irked him. Electricity crackled around him in response to his irritation.

He was sorely tempted to just blow the entire cave to bits.

But just as a lightning arc materialized around Yang Chen, a dazzling brilliance burst forth from a corner of the room.

Captivated by the radiance, Yang Chen's eyes widened as the object within the light came into focus, and he couldn't contain his astonishment.

"This is..."