Chapter 383: The Wolf King - Pretending to Cultivate in Kindergarten

Chapter 383: The Wolf King As the referee, Fang Meng whispered, "As soon as the chairman appeared, she seemed to tame a pet dog. The dog is wagging its tail! Will she successfully tame it?" With Jiang Qian's hand gently resting on the first dog's head, it lay obediently on the ground, much easier than expected. Fang Meng exclaimed in surprise, "The chairman has tamed one! Moving on to the second!" Jiang Qian carefully closed the cage and proceeded to pet the second dog, which also calmed down more easily than anticipated. Even the third dog was no match; as soon as Jiang Qian approached, these originally fierce pets began wagging their tails. Everyone speculated that this was the charm of the student union president of Qingbei University—making even the fiercest animals become mild in the presence of the beautiful chairman. However, Lin Zhengran noticed some finer details. The way Jiang Qian attempted to soothe the animals suggested that she had meticulously studied these gestures beforehand. With his aptitude for comprehending everything, Lin Zhengran immediately spotted that Jiang Qian's calming actions were remarkably precise; she was carefully observing the subtle movements and expressions of the dogs, providing them with a sense of security. Moreover, Jiang Qian’s demeanor played a role. Whether animals grow close to humans depends not only on external factors like human companionship but also significantly on genetic resemblance. If these fierce dogs were well-cared for yet still vicious, it's most likely due to genetics; their parents might have had high aggression, causing the puppies to inherit part of this temperament. Jiang Qian’s appearance and aloof demeanor coincidentally reminded the dogs of their fierce and cold mother. This uncanny resemblance, combined with Jiang Qian’s professional soothing techniques, explained why these dogs appeared easily tamed. Lin Zhengran's lips curled into a smile—she was indeed well prepared. Next was the fourth dog, different from the first three. When Jiang Qian approached, the dog immediately resisted, barking non-stop. As she reached out her hand, it hesitated not a second before snapping at her protective sleeve. The surrounding crowd grew nervous, but Jiang Qian confidently raised her other hand. "It's fine; I'm wearing protective gear. Don't worry." She attempted to calm the fourth dog once more, and after much effort and professional technique, finally managed to quiet it. Yet Jiang Qian knew that with any sudden movement, the dog might start barking at her again. Carefully withdrawing and locking the iron door, she managed a tentative victory, with seven minutes on the clock and four minutes remaining. The referee, Fang Meng, happily exclaimed, "Excellent, four dogs have been calmed! There's just one more to go. Can the chairman pass this stage completely?!" Jiang Qian stepped before the last black Tibetan Mastiff, the fiercest among the five. It growled ferociously, drooling within the iron cage. If it hadn't been checked earlier by veterinarians, Jiang Qian might suspect it carried a disease. Gently reaching out, the dog instantly rose, baring its teeth with an open maw ready to bite. Even with her protective sleeve, Jiang Qian instinctively withdrew her hand and took two steps back. This black Tibetan Mastiff was nearly a meter tall when standing, its massive build and angry demeanor making it difficult for Jiang Qian to handle. She attempted many times but each approach was met with a snap from the other side. Eventually, the time ran out. Jiang Qian reluctantly closed the cage, removing her protective sleeve. Fang Meng announced the chairman's performance, "Seven minutes are up! The chairman's final score is four dogs; as the pet store said, the last one truly can't be tamed. Next up is the challenger Lin Zhengran." As Jiang Qian returned to the waiting area, she cautioned Lin Zhengran while passing by, "Be careful with the last dog. It really bites hard; even with a protective sleeve, it could be painful." Lin Zhengran merely smiled and started with the first dog. Simply donning his protective gear, his mastery over everything effortlessly came into play. Unlike Jiang Qian who required professional techniques and some coincidences to comfort the puppies, Lin Zhengran merely stood there, and the dogs instinctively felt a bond with him. Immediately they lay down, tails wagging wildly like propellers. The audience gasped at Lin Zhengran's apparent virtue—none of the dogs showed any hint of resistance! Lin Zhengran smoothly progressed to the fourth dog. Both Fang Meng and Jiang Qian were astonished, marveling at how Lin Zhengran was simply unparalleled in any domain. The fourth dog merely gave Lin Zhengran a gentle woof, then lay down. What took Jiang Qian great effort to achieve, Lin Zhengran accomplished with ease. Finally, he faced the black Tibetan Mastiff. This dog was indeed unlike the previous four. Even as Lin Zhengran stood before it with full affection engaged, the dog still growled fiercely, showing no sign of goodwill. Lin Zhengran did not immediately open the cage but squatted first to observe this dog. The black Tibetan Mastiff differed both physically and psychologically from the others. Old scars on its paws suggested punitive and rigorous training from previous owners, along with battles with other dogs, yet it remained untamed. "What a wild Tibetan Mastiff. It's insane that someone once dared to own such a dangerous dog." To Lin Zhengran, this canine was no longer a pet dog. Normal people couldn't tame it because it inherently harbored a permanent hostility toward humans from birth. However, since embarking on the path of cultivation, Lin Zhengran could no longer be described by ordinary human standards. No matter the extent of this Tibetan Mastiff's hostility towards humans, strictly speaking, the Lin Zhengran squatting before it wasn't exactly human either. He stood up to open the cage door, towering over the hostile black Tibetan Mastiff. Amidst its barking, silence interspersed; the Mastiff paused because it inexplicably perceived a primordial fear from Lin Zhengran’s gaze. Dogs, no—all creatures, inherently possess fear in their genes, a biological safety mechanism. It prompts them to flee upon encountering foes they cannot defeat. So, what did the black Tibetan Mastiff see when facing Lin Zhengran? It seemed to perceive not a human standing before it, but a colossal king of ancient canines, with gleaming white fangs, fiery eyes, and fur floating ethereally. The sight defied biological description. The Mastiff’s paws trembled, retreating feebly. Quivering. Even its pupils underwent a change. Lin Zhengran then lightly asked, "Do you still plan on biting me?" The terrified Mastiff shivered all over; its canine instinct, now triggered, urged submission to an insurmountable ancestral presence. It had no will left to oppose, only dread and adoration in its eyes, much like a wolf pack revering their Alpha. The audience was struck speechless, captivated by the unfolding scene. They watched the black Tibetan Mastiff slowly crouch, wagging its tail at Lin Zhengran, completely abandoning its resistance. Lin Zhengran extended a hand to pet the Mastiff's head, "Good." The Mastiff, in an act of submission, nuzzled and licked Lin Zhengran's protected hand—a sure sign of allegiance. Fang Meng, eyes wide, declared the result, "Lin Zhengran successfully tamed all five dogs, claiming the first victory." Applause mingled with admiration cascaded from the audience, resonating throughout. (End of Chapter)