An endless expanse of dense forest stretches out, and as the gentle breeze sweeps through, the tree branches sway, creating waves of green that roll across the forest horizon, spreading toward the distant vista. Occasionally, among the forest, cascading waterfalls gleam like rivers of the Milky Way, roaring with thunder and spewing mist that drifts into the air. The water plunges straight down, enveloping the lake beneath in a hazy, ethereal glow, as if transported into a fairyland. On a massive stone at the edge of the lake, a young man in a black robe sits cross-legged, his hands forming meditation seals. Around him, the space subtly pulses, and delicate streams of energy emerge, flowing continuously into his body. The clear lake, the thunderous waterfall, and the drifting mist together create a unique atmosphere. Under this special ambiance, the energy emanating from the space around the young man grows increasingly dense. Yet the young man receives it all without hesitation—his body seems an ever-expanding black hole, absorbing and refining every single stream of energy that comes its way. After nearly an hour of cultivation, the energy surrounding Xiao Yan gradually faded. His eyelashes trembled slightly before slowly opening, and a flash of brilliance passed through his dark eyes before swiftly fading away. "The location for cultivation is quite good. In just two days, my internal qi has improved significantly. At this pace, if I continue here for another two months, I should be able to advance to the Seven-Star Grand Combatant rank." Removing the cultivation seal from his hand, Xiao Yan felt the surging qi within him and murmured in mild astonishment. "Unfortunately, despite intensive practice for two days—even with the aid of the Ice Spirit Infusion in my throat—I haven't yet grasped the essence of the 'Lion-Tiger Gold-Split Chant.' Though I can now produce some sound waves, my attack power remains too weak to be effective in combat." Standing up slowly, Xiao Yan stood with his arms folded on the massive stone, gazing at the calm lake, and sighed with a touch of苦笑. Exhaling a long, slow breath, Xiao Yan shook his head, pushing away the lingering sense of helplessness. His gaze remained fixed on the still, undisturbed surface of the tranquil lake. After a while, he slowly closed his eyes, slightly lifting his head, and his spiritual perception surged forth, gently spreading outward until it fully enveloped the entire lake. Xiao Yan, who was currently in a state of universal stillness, now found his mind involuntarily flashing rapidly through a series of rather peculiar roars—roars that had emerged from his practice of the "Lion and Tiger Golden Fragmental Chant" over the past two days. While he hadn't previously noticed the oddity in his vocal rhythms under ordinary circumstances, during this mental replay, he seemed like an exceptionally precise machine, discerning the subtle wave patterns within each roar. As countless roars surged simultaneously, inconsistencies in their wave rhythms were identified and separated out. Gradually, the previously chaotic roars began to align, forming a subtle synchronization. The number of roars, though not strictly diminishing, steadily reduced—more precisely, they merged into a unified rhythm as they synchronized. With Xiao Yan's almost instinctive discernment and elimination process, the once-disordered roars in his mind grew fewer and clearer, growing ever more resonant and powerful. In this extraordinary state, Xiao Yan had no sense of time. The only thing he could do was, almost instinctively, parse the fluctuations within these roars, refining them until they reached perfect harmony. The endless parsing continued for what seemed like an indefinite duration, yet Xiao Yan still failed to emerge from this state. For after countless roars had seamlessly fused into a single, rhythmically consistent wave of sound, no further progress occurred. Though Xiao Yan recognized that the current roar now marked his initial grasp of the "Lion-Tiger Gold-Chant," he still felt as though something was missing—something essential. What was missing? His thoughts raced like lightning, yet he could not quite pinpoint it. "Roar!" The troubled contemplation lasted for an indeterminate length of time. Yet, just as Xiao Yan sensed that the peculiar state was about to dissipate, a thunderous tiger's roar erupted suddenly from the mountains beyond, spreading through the forest sea and eventually sweeping grandly to the lake. The immense pressure carried within the roar caused several wild beasts surrounding the lake to instantly collapse. The clear, resonant roar penetrated Xiao Yan's state unimpeded, directly reaching his ears. As the roar entered his ears, the previously synthesized roar in his mind—formed through countless layers of analysis—began to surge and vibrate. At that moment, Xiao Yan suddenly realized with clarity: his own roar lacked the true essence of a tiger's might. Compared to a genuine tiger's roar, his own was merely in form, lacking the authentic power and depth. In the profoundly clear mind, the tiger's roar that had previously entered his ears coalesced into a tangible, silver wave of graceful, curving arcs. Under his control, this wave began to merge with the most perfect one he had previously extracted from his own roar. The two sound-wave lines intertwined, weaving together seamlessly with minimal resistance, ultimately achieving a flawless fusion. The无形 sound waves had barely exited萧Inn's mouth when intense ripples surged through the space before him, expanding like lightning. A thunderous roar echoed, and the tranquil lake surface, as if struck by a bomb, erupted into towering waves reaching seven to eight zhang in height, which then crashed down with a resounding boom, splashing water and mist that enveloped the entire small valley in a hazy, misty veil. The tiger's roar, erupting like thunder breaking through a dense cloud, surged outward from萧Inn's center, sweeping across the landscape so powerfully that even the roar of the waterfall was swallowed by it. Within a ten-li radius, the sound could be heard faintly. Wherever the sound waves passed, beasts collapsed—some even powerful, fierce beasts trembled at the soul-shaking presence of the dragon energy woven into the roar. Some weaker, lower-tier beasts, closer to the lake, were outright killed by the sheer force of the thunderous sound waves. The power of萧Inn's roar was truly astonishing. Long after, the roar of the tiger gradually faded, and the mist drifting through the small valley began to dissipate. Standing upon the massive stone, the young man in black robes, his face filled with excitement and awe, gazed at the scattered debris around him. He coughed vigorously, then murmured with great delight, "I've succeeded! This is indeed the power of the 'Lion-Tiger Shattering Gold Chant'? It's truly impressive!" "What a blessed youth! He managed to master the rhythm of the tiger's roar within just two days—something most people would take half a year of rigorous training to achieve. Though you initially relied on that state of profound stillness to integrate and absorb the tiger's roar, the speed and accomplishment are truly astonishing." The voice of the elder pharmacist suddenly echoed in Xiao Yan's mind. Even he, seemingly, could not help but be amazed by the extraordinary scene Xiao Yan had just experienced. Hearing this, Xiao Yan chuckled softly. He hadn't expected that, by sheer chance, he would have stumbled upon such a favorable state. "But don't get too excited yet—you've only just begun to grasp the 'Lion-Tiger Gold-Song Chant.' Its power currently barely reaches three or four layers. To truly achieve mastery, consistent practice over time is essential. And there's no shortcut available." The elder medicine man advised. "Understood," Xiao Yan nodded, twisting his neck and listening to the crisp sounds of bones clicking against one another. He exhaled deeply, for he had never imagined that within just two days he could bring the 'Lion-Tiger Gold-Song Chant' to such a level. This achievement far exceeded his expectations, so he didn't feel overly ambitious. "Good. Someone has arrived. I'll retreat now..." The elder medicine man said, then completely vanished, leaving no trace of movement. Patting the water stains off his robe, Xiao Yan turned his gaze toward the entrance of the small valley. The branches there gently swayed, and then a slender green figure, like a butterfly, gracefully glided out and settled elegantly on a small outcropping stone by the lake. Her silver-tinged laughter rang out, soft and clear, like the chime of ancient mountain bells, gently easing the tension that had kept Xiao Yan alert for two days and two nights. The human figures gradually faded into the jungle, leaving only a faint sound, lingering and drifting.