Because he was carrying a tiger that weighed over two hundred kilograms, the mountain path that normally only required a little over twenty minutes to traverse today bizarrely took Zhang Beixing nearly forty minutes to descend.

There's no way around it; this thing is just too heavy, he thought. Plus, the descending mountain path wasn't easy to navigate, causing Zhang Beixing to waste quite a bit of time.

But it was all worth it.

He descended the mountain path and reached Xiyin Town, which was only about one kilometer away. He looked forward to witnessing the birth of the new "Old Eight" era.

Zhang Beixing couldn't help but feel a bit excited. At this moment, his face wasn't red, he wasn't out of breath, and his stamina was excellent.

He shifted the tiger on his shoulder, making sure it wouldn't wake up anytime soon. Carrying it, he headed toward the town.

On the way, Zhang Beixing encountered an old farmer harvesting vegetables in a nearby field.

The farmer saw the massive orange-and-black creature Zhang Beixing carried and was utterly astonished. Even when his farming tool slipped from his grasp, fell into the field, and crushed some vegetables, he paid it no mind. He just stared blankly at Zhang Beixing for a long moment before asking in his not-quite-standard Mandarin, "Young man, what is that thing on your shoulder?"

"Oh, this?" Zhang Beixing patted the tiger's rump and replied cheerfully, "Well, it's nothing much. Just a wild tiger, about 1.9 meters long and weighing over two hundred kilograms."

A tiger 1.9 meters long and weighing over two hundred kilograms?

The old farmer was rather skeptical. Although the thing on Zhang Beixing's shoulders did indeed look very much like a tiger, the problem was, how could a tiger possibly allow someone to carry it on their shoulders so casually?

And not just carrying it, but patting its rump too! Doesn't he know you can't touch a tiger's backside?

Isn't he afraid it'll suddenly lash out and claw him to death on the spot?

"Young man, are you sure this isn't some animal that just *looks* like a tiger?" the old farmer asked, his voice filled with disbelief.

This was mainly because such a thing was simply too incredible. Besides, most ordinary people had never seen a tiger in real life, as not everyone enjoys visiting zoos.

Hearing this, Zhang Beixing frowned and smacked his lips. "Old timer, how can you, with your warm breath, say such cold, heartless things? What do you mean, an animal that *looks* like a tiger? Have you ever seen any animal that resembles a tiger so closely?"

"Even a cat doesn't get this big! Sigh, whatever, I can't get through to you. You go on back to your work. I'm leaving!"

With that, Zhang Beixing waved his hand and, still carrying the tiger, walked away.

Hearing his words, the old farmer furrowed his brow. He pondered for a moment and realized Zhang Beixing had a point. It seemed there really wasn't any other animal that looked so much like a tiger.

He glanced again at Zhang Beixing's departing figure. He noticed that the head, facing backward and wobbling with Zhang Beixing's movements, was indeed a tiger's head.

The old farmer exclaimed in admiration, "This young man is incredible! Despite his youth and seemingly lean build, he managed to take down a tiger. Truly, the youth of today are remarkab—"

"Wait, what was that?"

"Is that... is that really a tiger?"

"Holy crap! This is incredible! Old woman! Someone killed a tiger! Come quick and see, I'm not making this up!"

Snapping back to his senses, the old farmer leaped up from the field. Forgetting his vegetables, he sprinted towards his house, shouting all the way.

Hearing the commotion, Zhang Beixing, his back to the old farmer, allowed the corners of his mouth to lift by a subtle five degrees. Even his posture, slightly stooped from exertion, straightened considerably.

See? I'm a guy who's genuinely accomplished the feat of slaying a tiger, putting me on par with Wu Song!

I told you, but you wouldn't believe me.

"HMPH."

Zhang Beixing hummed proudly twice and, soon after, carried the tiger into the town.

Looking at the residents of Xiyin Town, who had long since noticed him and were occasionally casting strange glances his way, Zhang Beixing's smile grew even wider.

He glanced around and approached a young local man he had met two or three times before, who lived near Zheng Jituo's maternal grandmother's house. "Excuse me, Brother Sun, I was a bit too far away just now and couldn't quite hear what you said. What were you saying?"

"Huh???"

Hearing Zhang Beixing's words, the young local man known as Brother Sun was utterly confused. He looked left and right, saw no one else nearby, and confirmed that his surname was indeed Sun. Utterly perplexed, he asked, "Oh, you're Zheng Jituo's classmate, right? Were you calling me? I didn't say anything just now."

Is he mistaken? Brother Sun wondered. Before he could voice this, he saw Zhang Beixing cup his hand to his ear, nodding as if he understood.

Zhang Beixing patted the unconscious tiger's rump, glanced around, cleared his throat twice, and raised his voice a couple of notches, "What? You're asking me what this is?"

"Hahaha, it's nothing much! Just a 1.9-meter, over 200-kilogram tiger I just bagged. It's still warm!"

"?" Brother Sun looked puzzled. "No, I don't think I asked that just now?"

At these words, Zhang Beixing immediately put on a mock-angry expression.

Seeing this, Brother Sun's heart skipped a beat; he thought Zhang Beixing was about to get physical.

But Zhang Beixing's next words completely baffled him again.

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