Ye Ruo squinted at the trio of long-haired tigers, Sumeru's fierce gift.
He tapped the system, pulling up their lore with a flick.
Savage lords of the jungle, they roamed as undisputed kings.
Their territory stretched wide, marked by relentless patrols.
Intruders faced snarls and claws—no mercy spared.
Thick sideburn fluff wasn't just flair, scholars claimed.
It gauged distance, a hunter's edge honed by nature.
Legends whispered of a true tiger, a spirit of old.
That beast fell, and these cats rose, inheriting its crown.
Temper flared in their blood—some outshone the rest.
A Rajah variant loomed in tales, ferocity unbound.
Ye Ruo shrugged—Sumeru's riddles weren't his to solve.
Beasts were beasts—fancy cats at best.
Three alone? Too few for grand plans.
A beast cavalry brigade flickered in his mind.
More could arm the Knights—feline riders in the wind.
For now, he'd stash them—draws would grow the pack.
Another ten exquisite chests rained down, gleaming bright.
Fame fueled his whims—why not splurge?
Mora flowed—thirty thousand, fifty, more coins.
Then the real haul unfurled, prizes catching his eye.
A Witch Origin Bottle shimmered, raw power in glass.
From a foreign realm, it bolstered witches' might.
It patched their flaws, a lifeline for the reckless.
Ye Ruo's thoughts snapped to Lisa—Rose Witch herself.
Her kind danced with danger, power gnawing at life.
Krypton-life playstyle—burn bright, then fade.
Hadn't she guided him, back when he fumbled?
Her lessons sharpened his wind—friendship sealed it.
"System, can this help Lisa?" he queried aloud.
A flat voice answered, crisp in his skull.
"Yes—its essence trumps Teyvat's witches, a boon," it confirmed.
Ye Ruo grinned—time to track her down.
Next, a Rajah long-haired tiger padded in.
Fresh from his musings, the alpha arrived.
Stronger, meaner—perfect for a captain's mount.
A skill book followed, leather-bound and ancient.
Wind Summoning: Gale Demon Wolf—its title sang.
A wind-borne art, calling wolves of storm.
Power and numbers bent to the caster's will.
Mastery promised guards and a king—wolf royalty.
Death didn't end them—mana revived the pack.
Ye Ruo's eyes gleamed—this was no trifle.
A blue-tier chest spitting gold-tier loot?
Scalable, eternal—a skill to wield forever.
Input shaped output—future-proof and fierce.
Wolves by the dozen, then elites, then a lord.
He'd misjudged these chests—value soared high.
The Witch Bottle, now this—profit piled up.
He cracked the book, knowledge flooding his mind.
Wind swirled at his command, a cyan circle flared.
A Gale Demon Wolf emerged, feral and proud.
Blue currents rippled over its sleek, deadly frame.
Fangs bared, green eyes burned with hunter's lust.
Ye Ruo nodded— even the basic wolf impressed.
A predator born, swift and unyielding.
Another world's magic wove into Teyvat's wind.
Noelle's shout jolted him, sharp with alarm.
"Wolves in the city? Senior, watch out!" she cried.
She charged, greatsword drawn, panic in her stride.
Misreading the scene, she aimed to shield him.
Her care outpaced sense—Ye Ruo needed no guard.
Her strength eclipsed most knights—Geo Vision glowed.
He'd honed her blade work—elite in the making.
Why not test the wolf's mettle against her?
With a thought, he linked to the beast's mind.
Its eyes flashed blue, a howl splitting the air.
It bolted, a shadow streaking through the yard.
Obstacles parted—its agility was unreal.
Noelle braced as wind surged in its jaws.
An energy ball formed, cyan and crackling.
It launched, a comet of elemental fury.
Beasts like tigers paled—this was power's edge.
Noelle flinched, surprise widening her eyes.
Geo flared— a crystalline shield snapped up.
Facets gleamed, a gemstone wall of rock.
Her greatsword swung, rock-charged and heavy.
The energy ball shattered, sparks raining down.
The wolf closed in, fangs glinting close.
Ferocity loomed—battle lines drawn.
Ye Ruo watched, a spark of pride igniting.
The system hummed, his fame a gusting tide.
Mondstadt stirred—wild winds took root.
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