"Good stuff. This tiger was almost a spirit monster—the moonlight is like medicine, penetrating three inches into the bone. Where did you get it?" Jiang Hu couldn't help asking.
The fiercer the beast in the mountain, the harder it is to become a spirit, unlike animals like weasels or black rats, which are easy to become spirit monsters.
Back in ancient times, whenever a tiger or leopard became a spirit, it would surely cause disaster in the region. If it achieved demonization through body possession, it would become a true Great Demon, not something ordinary Daoists could handle.
Nowadays, let alone tigers and leopards becoming demons, even common spirit monsters are rarely seen.
"Don't ask. Anyway, it wasn't stolen."
Zhang Fan pictured Hong San in his mind—the merchant from Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance truly had means beyond imagination, able to get hold of treasures like these, and would just give them away as gifts.
