Primordial Era: I am the Bull Demon King, the First Demon of All Time

Soon after, Black Tiger was defeated again, his injuries worsened, and he eventually lost the ability to attack.

Its eyes revealed resentment and indifference, but no fear whatsoever, clearly indicating that it had already disregarded life and death.

Seeing this scene, Chen Jing couldn't help but sigh, wondering what kind of deep hatred could make it disregard life and death and stand up repeatedly.

However, Chen Jing paid little attention to the Black Tiger; his interest lay with the Lion Demon.

Just as the lion demon was about to kill the black tiger, which had lost its fighting ability, a voice came from the sky.

"Little lion, let's make a deal. How about you become my mount?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Jing's figure slowly descended.

The lion demon was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then flew into a rage.

Previously, he was just an ordinary Golden Immortal-level lion demon.

Several years ago, he swallowed an ancient divine medicine containing the blood of a quasi-saint of the Qilin clan, which caused him to mutate and greatly increase his strength.

Creatures of the same level are no match for him.

This filled him with confidence, and he was absolutely unwilling to be someone else's mount.

"Taoist, you have angered me."

"I originally planned to kill that stupid tiger first and then settle accounts with you, but since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish."

The lion demon glared at Chen Jing and roared to the sky.

With a roar, the lion demon pushed off with its four limbs, its massive body vanished instantly, and then reappeared in front of Chen Jing.

If it were the previous Chen Jing, it would definitely have taken more effort to defeat this mutated lion demon.

But now, Chen Jing has completed the third stage of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique and wouldn't take such a lion demon seriously at all.

His greatest pride was his powerful physique after the mutation, so he planned to use his physical strength to defeat the lion demon.

The lion demon charged menacingly at Chen Jing, but Chen Jing did not dodge and instead threw a punch at the lion demon.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, Chen Jing's fist collided with the lion demon's.

Black Tiger, standing not far away, was dumbfounded. He had fought the lion demon for many rounds and knew the strength of the lion demon's body.

The lion demon, who was originally full of confidence, was now somewhat stunned by the attack.

The lion demon was most proud of his mutated body, but now, Chen Jing had defeated him with just his physical strength.

When the demonic lion saw Chen Jing standing proudly with a smile on his face, fear welled up inside him.

However, its pride prevents it from accepting failure.

The lion demon mobilized all its magic and power and launched another attack on Chen Jing.

Having witnessed the lion demon's actions, Chen Jing understood that the lion demon would not willingly submit unless it suffered a great deal.

No longer concealing his strength, and without using any magical treasures, Chen Jing relied solely on his bare hands, but this time his fists emitted a faint blue light.

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"Bang!

A truly awe-inspiring impact.

Chen Jing looked at the damage his fist had caused and nodded in satisfaction.

He looked into the distance and saw the lion demon, who had been struck into the ground, looking completely bewildered.

Chen Jing was already fantasizing about riding this mutated lion demon and traveling around, drawing envious glances from others.

"Hey, not again?"

Chen Jing knocked the lion demon back with another punch, having already intimidated it enough, but the lion demon continued to attack.

This mutated lion demon was indeed strong. An ordinary lion demon would have collapsed long ago after Chen Jing's two punches, but this mutated lion demon only seemed a little tired.

Chen Jing remained calm and patient, a smile on his face, as he waited for the lion demon to submit.

The lion demon in the deep pit shook its head, which was still dizzy from the beating, and saw that Chen Jing was still dressed neatly after two exchanges, realizing that it had encountered a formidable enemy.

If the fight continued, he might really become a mount, which was something he absolutely could not accept.

The lion demon secretly gathered his power, and after a period of time, he finally launched his attack.

Chen Jing saw the lion demon stand up, his smile as bright as spring flowers in full bloom.

He adopted a superior posture, waiting for the lion demon to come and submit, but was surprised to witness an unexpected scene.

The lion demon slowly emerged from the deep pit, seemingly heavily injured, but as soon as it left the pit, it instantly took to the air and flew away.

"You hid it so well, you almost fooled me!"

Chen Jing was initially deceived, believing that the lion demon was truly injured.

Then, enraged, he brandished his iron cudgel and chased after the fleeing lion demon.

"Bang!"

The iron rod, glowing with black light and carrying immense pressure, struck the lion demon's back heavily.

The lion demon roared in pain, and Chen Jing immediately disappeared, then reappeared beside the lion demon.

The lion demon stared at the weapon that shimmered with black light, his heart breaking.

Chen Jing looked down arrogantly at the lion demon and said coldly, "What, trying to run away?"

The lion demon stared at Chen Jing, the iron rod in his hand gleaming with a menacing light. Clearly, if Chen Jing answered carelessly, the rod could take his life at any moment.

The lion demon said awkwardly, "I had no such intention. I just wanted to stretch my muscles. I didn't expect that you would misunderstand me, sir. I deserve to die."

As soon as he finished speaking, the lion demon knelt down in front of Chen Jing and continued, "Master, from today onwards, I am willing to follow you for life and will never betray you."

The vow has been made, and heaven and earth bear witness.

If the lion demon betrays Chen Jing in the future, he won't need to do anything himself; heavenly tribulation will come to punish him.

Chen Jing was overjoyed to have subdued the lion demon.

Since arriving in the prehistoric world, he finally has his own mount.

From then on, wherever you go, you no longer need to fly slowly on your own.

Although the lion demon was powerful, Chen Jing couldn't help but chuckle at its previous words and actions, finding the mount quite amusing.

However, none of this mattered to Chen Jing.

As long as the lion demon is loyal, it doesn't matter if he's a clown; at least life won't be so monotonous.

"What's your name?"

After the lion demon stood up, Chen Jing asked.

"Sir, I named myself Xiao Hei before."

"Little Black, Little Black."

Chen Jing repeated the name over and over. Although it was easy to remember, it always reminded him of the sound of a dog barking.

This name is too ordinary and lacks a sophisticated and elegant feel.

Chen Jing stroked his chin, deep in thought.

From now on, your name will be Mo Lin.

After thinking for a long time, Chen Jing proposed a new name.

The lion demon is entirely black, takes "Mo" as its surname, and resembles a qilin, taking "Lin" as its given name.

"Mo Lin thanks the master for bestowing upon him this name."

The lion demon was clearly very satisfied with the new name.

Chen Jing saw that his face was bruised and swollen. Although he was not seriously injured, those two punches were definitely not easy to withstand, and he must have suffered some minor injuries.

Now that it has become a mount, it's one of us.

Improving his cultivation level directly enhances his own strength.

"Whoosh!"

Chen Jing waved his Taoist robe, and a ball of merit worth about 100,000 floated towards Mo Lin and landed on his head.

When he only had 300,000 merits, Chen Jing would never have been willing to give them up.

But now that we have the four million merits from the silver treasure chest, we can still give up a mere one hundred thousand, because Mo Lin is now one of our own.

Chen Jing understood that threats alone could not win genuine loyalty; a combination of kindness and severity was necessary.

Mo Lin was completely stunned, feeling as if he were in a dream, unable to believe it.

"What I'm seeing! So much merit!"

Ten thousand merits are insignificant to Chen Jing; they won't significantly improve his cultivation level.

However, for other creatures in the primordial world, merit is such a wondrous thing that many creatures never even obtain in their entire lives.

Aside from the lofty saints and quasi-saints, beings with low cultivation levels like Mo Lin have no way to obtain it.