Path of Alchemy Mastery
Chapter 143 - 145: The Poor Tiger with a Taste for Good Wine

Chapter 143: Chapter 145: The Poor Tiger with a Taste for Good Wine

Seeing Poor Tiger looking excited and ready to throw down, Mu Can quickly gestured with his hands.

"Little Tiger, you claim to be a vegetarian, aren’t you embarrassed to admit that to others?"

A vegetarian tiger, Mu Can had truly never seen one before, let alone one with such formidable strength.

So for dealing with Poor Tiger, Mu Can only had tricks up his sleeve, as he was not a match in strength.

"That’s right, you little run-down tiger, you even dare to covet your Monkey Grandpa’s orchard, you better go eat some meat." Upon hearing Mu Can speak, the Monkey King also started to bluster.

Mu Can immediately glared at the Monkey King, who then guiltily lowered his head and stopped talking.

"If I ate meat, you would have already been pooped out long ago," Poor Tiger disdainfully glanced at the Monkey King.

Indeed, if Poor Tiger were a carnivore, then it’s likely the entire group of monkeys would have met their doom, for a Demon Beast with Martial Venerate strength could easily massacre these monkeys.

"Little Tiger, I’m not here to fight. Can we talk?" Mu Can saw that Poor Tiger wasn’t intending to make a move.

"Talk? Sure, we can talk. You think I enjoy fighting you guys, as if beating you is effortless. With that effort, it’s better for your Tiger Lord to eat some fruit and take a nap." Upon hearing that there was no need to fight, Poor Tiger immediately said with a smile on his face, then reverted back to his previous burly appearance.

He could tell that Mu Can was only at Martial King Cultivation and posed no threat to him, so he wasn’t worried about any tricks from Mu Can.

"Alright, Brother Tiger, I’ll be frank, I’m just passing by and wanted to inquire about something," Mu Can said as he and the Monkey King walked over to Poor Tiger, carefully sizing him up.

It has to be said, Poor Tiger’s build was indeed astonishing, his robust muscles seemed packed with explosive power, and his giant tiger head looked majestic and commanding.

"Oh? You’re a foreigner?" Poor Tiger reacted as if he understood upon hearing Mu Can’s words.

"Brother Tiger is aware of outsiders?" Seeing Poor Tiger’s reaction, Mu Can knew he had found the right one - Poor Tiger must know something, and that knowledge would be the key for him to leave the maze.

"Of course, I know, because I am an outsider too."

With one sentence, the revelation was earth-shattering. Mu Can’s eyes widened in shock, Poor Tiger was an outsider just like him.

Mu Can looked at Poor Tiger excitedly, knowing that he must know the secrets of this space.

"Alas, when I first entered the Death Space, I was just a tiger without Spiritual Wisdom," Poor Tiger began to recount his experience, astonishing Mu Can.

It turned out that Poor Tiger was also a competitor who entered the Death Space in the past, but back then, he was merely a tiger who had not yet awakened his Spiritual Wisdom. An accidental twist of fate led him to the Death Space.

Upon gaining Spiritual Wisdom in this space, he fortunately became the last survivor. However, Poor Tiger’s wish was simple, to stay within the Death Space, for he felt much safer here than in the outside world. Naturally, his wish was granted. Poor Tiger’s strength was enhanced to Martial Venerate Level, and he was thrown into the Death Maze.

"The Death Maze may be called a maze, but each chamber is different, the space here is vast, and I have switched hundreds of chambers in these hundred years without finishing this maze."

Speaking of the past century, Poor Tiger had a satisfied look on his face. Due to his special status, he could freely traverse between spaces, and with Martial Venerate’s strength, he could dominate and reign over the maze.

"Oh? Then Brother Tiger, why are you only vegetarian?" Mu Can couldn’t figure out why this question still bothered him.

Mentioning this, Poor Tiger also had a bitter look on his face.

"It’s not that I don’t eat meat. When I first came in, I indeed was a carnivorous animal, but after my power rose to the Martial Venerate level, every time I ate meat, my whole body hurt unbearably, and I suffered nausea and vomiting. Over time, I completely transitioned into a vegetarian." Speaking of eating meat, Poor Tiger still had a disgusted expression on his face.

Mu Can also looked at Poor Tiger with sympathy. Although Mu Can was not particularly picky about food and drink, he was someone who wasn’t happy without meat in his meal.

"Serves you right for your misery, for stealing the Monkey King’s orchard," said the old Monkey King, jumping and clapping his hands as he cursed, looking delighted.

Mu Can quickly covered the Monkey King’s mouth. With the Monkey King’s clamoring, if he irritated Poor Tiger, even if not eating meat, killing this Monkey King would still be a simple matter.

"You stupid monkey, I just wanted to eat fruits here for a few days, look at how stingy you are. When I first arrived, you jumped out to scratch me, and I kindly spared your life, and here you are, making a fuss again." Poor Tiger looked at the monkey with an annoyed expression.

Mu Can also felt that, although it was pitiful for the Monkey King to have had his orchard stolen, Poor Tiger had indeed shown mercy.

"Brother Tiger, Brother Tiger, please, give me some face. And Monkey King, you too keep quiet a bit. He won’t be here in a few days anyway." Mu Can quickly acted as the peacemaker, completely forgetting that his original intention was to join the Monkey King in settling scores with Poor Tiger.

Hearing Mu Can mediating, the Monkey King sulkily closed his mouth and stopped talking.

"Alright, little brother, I’ll give you some face. I won’t stoop to this dead monkey’s level. Look how stingy he is, and I only ate a few fruits," said Poor Tiger, who didn’t find anything improper with Mu Can’s request and indeed gave him that face.

Otherwise, it would have definitely been another round of punching and kicking the Monkey King, which wasn’t the first time, as long as the Monkey King was left half alive.

"That’s right, Brother Tiger isn’t holding a grudge anymore. Old Monkey King, don’t be too stingy. Give Brother Tiger some Monkey Wine, if he’s happy, he might return the orchard to you," Mu Can suggested to the Monkey King, an idea sparking in his mind.

Monkey Wine is purely made from Spirit Fruit. Drinking Monkey Wine, there’s no fear of Poor Tiger getting an upset stomach.

"Old monkey, you know how to brew wine? I once encountered a chamber where the specialty was a kind of grain wine, the taste was unforgettable," exclaimed Poor Tiger, his eyes lighting up at the mention of wine.

"What’s grain alcohol? Compared to my Monkey Wine, that’s nothing," the old Monkey King immediately got upset when Poor Tiger praised other alcohol, his face stretching long.

"Ah, forget about it, little brother. This old monkey doesn’t seem reliable, and he doesn’t look like he has good wine," Poor Tiger saw the monkey’s reaction and waved his hand indifferently.

"Widen your tiger eyes and look, your Monkey Grandpa will take you drinking now. Let’s see if my Monkey Wine is better or that rubbish wine you mentioned," said the Monkey King, no longer able to hold back his temper, and dragged Poor Tiger towards his cave.

The monkey and the tiger, who had just been fighting as if for their lives, walked towards the cave, leaving Mu Can behind while arguing whether Monkey Wine or grain wine was better.

"Wait for me," Mu Can scurried after them, fearing they would leave him behind.