I established the Eternal Immortal Clan by taming beasts.

The Fiery Tiger of Purgatory ignored the noisy crowd below.

Close your eyes and immerse yourself completely in your body.

Its cultivation method is different from the pure fire attribute spiritual power of the Burning Sky Sacred Sparrow.

The Burning Heaven Sacred Sparrow relies on the power of flames in its bloodline, on its daily accumulation and enlightenment, and on its bloodline.

It was forged from countless battles, and every bit of its cultivation was soaked in blood and murderous aura.

At this moment, it will compress, condense, and transform all the evil energy that has accumulated over decades.

This is not a gentle process.

The air above the lake began to feel heavy.

An invisible pressure emanated from the Hellfire Tiger, as if an invisible giant hand was pressing down on the lake surface, causing it to slightly dent.

The willow branches on the bank swayed wildly, and a few thin branches could not withstand the force and snapped with a crack, being swept up by the wind and drifting into the distance.

A low gasp of surprise rose from the crowd.

Some people took a few steps back, some stared intently at the ferocious beast without daring to blink, and a few timid rogue cultivators turned pale and quietly shrank back into the crowd.

Inside the Purgatory Ferocious Tiger's body, the already perfected nascent golden core began to rotate.

At first it was very slow, so slow that it was almost imperceptible, but gradually it got faster and faster, like a top that had been loosened.

The malevolent energy accumulated over decades surged, churned, and compressed within its meridians. Each compression was accompanied by a sharp, intense pain, as if someone were stirring something inside its body with a knife.

But it didn't even frown.

It once fought against monsters several times its size deep in the Fulong Mountains.

That time, it was ripped open with three deep, bone-revealing wounds, and the blood stained the entire cliff red. It gritted its teeth and with its last breath, it tore the monster's throat apart.

It had teetered on the brink of death countless times, each time thinking it was going to die, but each time it survived.

What's a little pain?

Compress, then compress again. Coagulate, then coagulate again.

The originally violent and outward-flowing evil energy gradually contracted and became more restrained, like immersing a red-hot iron in cold water, where the exterior cools down but the interior becomes even harder.

The spiritual energy within its body no longer surged about aimlessly, but instead flowed like rivers into the sea, converging towards the nascent golden core in its dantian.

The pressure in the viewing area is increasing.

Several Foundation Establishment cultivators who were nearby turned pale and had to take a few steps back.

Those rogue cultivators in the Qi Refining stage retreated to a distance long ago, only able to watch from afar on tiptoe.

A dark red light emanated from the body of the Hellfire Tiger, enveloping its entire body in a dark red halo.

The light was not dazzling, even somewhat gloomy, yet it carried a chilling sense of oppression, like the calm before a storm.

Finally, a dark red beam of light shot into the sky from the body of the Hellfire Tiger!

The beam of light was neither dazzling nor brilliant, but it carried a chilling sense of oppression, like a long sword soaked in blood finally being drawn from its sheath.

The beam of light shot straight into the sky, turning the sky a dark red.

It wasn't the warm red of the morning glow, nor the orange-red of the evening glow, but a deep, dark red, like congealed blood.

On the lake, a sudden gust of wind arose, and huge waves surged.

The waters of Shattered Star Lake were stirred up by that force, creating waves several feet high that crashed against the rocks on the shore with a dull roar.

Several birds were startled and took flight, circling and screeching in the air.

The monks on the shore had various expressions.

Some were so shocked that they opened their mouths wide and couldn't speak;

Some were envious, their eyes filled with longing;

Some remained silent, lost in thought.

No one spoke; everyone was rendered speechless by that overwhelming aura.

The oppressive aura was unlike the sharp, individual pressure felt when a cultivator forms their core; rather, it was an indiscriminate, heavy pressure, like the might of heaven, making everyone feel a heavy weight in their hearts.

The beam of light lasted for about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, and then slowly dissipated.

The Fiery Tiger of Purgatory opened its eyes.

Its body shape hasn't changed much, except that its fur color has become darker, from dark red to almost black deep red, like congealed blood plasma, with a dull luster under the sunlight.

Those eyes were still amber, but deep within the pupils, a dark flame flickered.

It was not the violent, ever-erupting flames of the past, but a more restrained power, like magma slowly flowing deep underground.

It doesn't flaunt or show off, but everyone knows what kind of horror lies beneath.

The monks who had been watching the ceremony finally came to their senses, and a chorus of voices rose up like a tide.

"A Golden Core Spirit Beast... The Lin family has really cultivated a Golden Core Spirit Beast!" A rogue cultivator's eyes widened, his voice filled with disbelief. He pointed at the Hellfire Tiger in the air, his fingers trembling.

"My God, that's a Golden Core stage! A true third-tier spirit beast!" another cultivator exclaimed, his voice filled with envy. "I've never even reached the Foundation Establishment stage in my entire life, and the spirit beast they're raising is already at the Golden Core stage..."

"I originally thought that with Deputy City Chief Zhang Mo breaking through to the Golden Core stage, the landscape of Chuyang City was about to change, but who would have thought that the Lin family would produce another Golden Core warrior so soon!"

An older monk stroked his beard, shook his head, and sighed, his tone full of emotion.

"Just how many trump cards does the Lin family still have up their sleeves?" someone asked in a low voice, but no one could answer.

Zhou Wanhong silently watched the figure in mid-air and sighed deeply.

There was relief, helplessness, and a hint of relief in that tone.

I'm glad I chose to submit rather than resist.

He touched the storage ring in his sleeve; it was time to add some more gifts to the collection.

Li Guanhai's face no longer held its usual composure, but instead displayed an indescribable complexity.

Sun Zhiyuan, who was standing next to him, nudged his arm and whispered, "What are you thinking about?" Li Guanhai shook his head and did not answer.

Sun Zhiyuan opened his mouth, then closed it again, and ultimately said nothing.

He looked up at the ferocious tiger of purgatory, then looked down at his own hands.

He has cultivated for most of his life, but he is still only at the late Foundation Establishment stage and hasn't even touched the threshold of the Golden Core stage.

The Lin family's spirit beasts have all reached the Golden Core stage.

The spy from the city lord's mansion had quietly left sometime earlier.

……

Lin Che stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering gently in the wind.

The Hellfire Tiger slowly landed back on the island in the middle of the lake, walked to Lin Che's side, lowered its head, and rubbed its head against his arm.

Its fur is still soft, but when you rub it against your arm, you can feel the terrifying power hidden beneath that tough skin.

Lin Che didn't speak, but gently patted the head of the Hellfire Tiger.

"Well done."

From this day forward, the Lin family's apparent strength will no longer be limited to a family head who is only at the early stage of the Golden Core realm.

What outsiders will see is a Jin family with a Golden Core spirit beast as its guardian, a Golden Core power that is truly qualified to take root in Chuyang City.