A weasel couldn't ask just a random person for a title.
At the very least, ordinary people didn't have to worry about encountering a weasel asking for a title while walking at night.
There were rules for the foreign species to be conferred titles. That was, they had to find someone with cultivation to ask the question.
If the person didn't have any cultivation, it would be useless even if they said the yellow weasel was the Jade Emperor.
If any random person by the roadside could make it work, the weasel race would have long ascended?
The world was in chaos.
Moreover, a weasel asking for a title couldn't threaten or lure the person. It could only depend on luck.
It would become whatever the person said it was.
If the other party said that it didn't look like anything, the weasel asking for the title would instantly lose its cultivation and end up in a miserable state.
That was the great danger of asking for a title.
Therefore, to a weasel, seeking a title was a matter of both danger and good fortune.
However, since ancient times, those who were asked by a weasel were usually smart people with cultivation. They would never do such a ruthless thing.
After all, it was common knowledge that weasels were petty and would seek revenge for the smallest grievance.
Even those with cultivation were usually unwilling to provoke a weasel.
Their willful words could cause a weasel to instantly lose its cultivation and die an unnatural death.
However, the weasel also had other clansmen. If the weasel who failed to obtain the title died, it would usually tell its clansmen the appearance of the person who had spouted nonsense before it died.
The other weasels would definitely avenge the failed weasel.
Therefore, when faced with a weasel asking for a title, many people would politely say, "Sorry, forgive my poor eyesight, but I can't tell what you look like."
If he answered like this, even though the weasel didn't gain anything, he wouldn't lose anything either.
This kind of answer was considered a "safe answer" among the non-human species.
Generally speaking, the person wouldn't suffer a loss, and the weasel wouldn't make things difficult for them.
After all, the weasel knew that it was in the wrong and wouldn't be thick-skinned enough to offend a person with cultivation for no reason.
Generally speaking, the weasel would turn around and run away after letting out a fart to disgust the conferred person who gave a safe answer.
At this moment, the little weasel in front of Qin Yang was staring sharply at him.
It had the lowest cultivation level among the weasels in its nest and had just learned to speak human language.
When it was at the yellow weasel's nest, it had heard the old weasel in the clan mention the matter of obtaining a title.
The old weasel said that as long as it found someone with cultivation, it could ask for a title from the other party. Once the other party said that it looked like a human, its cultivation would immediately increase by a hundred years. If the other party said that it looked like an immortal, its cultivation would increase by a thousand years. At that time, it would become immortal and would be omnipotent. The world was vast, and it could do whatever it wanted.
When the little weasel heard this, it was extremely exciting.
It was definitely the kind of weasel who liked eating and wouldn't work hard.
Cultivation was too difficult for it. Other weasels could learn to speak human language after three years of hard work, but it took this one six years.
Now that it heard the old weasel in the clan mention that there was actually such a shortcut, how could this little weasel not be excited?
It instantly didn't want to cultivate anymore. It ran to Big Domain Village to find people with cultivation to ask for titles.
That was what the little weasel thought.
Although it would probably only get safe answers, what if…
What if it ran into someone who didn't know anything?
What if the other party casually said that it looked like a human or an immortal?
Wouldn't that be great?
Even if it was only a safe answer, it wouldn't lose anything.
It couldn't miss such an opportunity.
This little weasel didn't go to Liu Tianbao's house to steal chickens with the other clansmen. Instead, it searched for a target to ask for a title.
In the end, after circling the village a few times, it didn't find anyone with cultivation.
Just as it was about to give up, it became lucky. When it turned around, it saw a Daoist priest in a Daoist robe walking in the village.
This little weasel was color-blind. It didn't know what color the Daoist robe was. It only knew that this Daoist priest had a great aura and was rather powerful. He was definitely a cultivator.
Therefore, the yellow weasel couldn't wait to stop Qin Yang and asked for a title.
Right now, the little yellow weasel was eagerly anticipating Qin Yang's answer to increase its cultivation.
On the other hand, Qin Yang was looking at the little weasel who was standing in front of him and asking the shameless question.
Qin Yang only wanted to laugh.
What a greedy creature. Other weasels would at most ask if they looked human.
However, this yellow weasel asked him whether it looked like a human or an immortal.
It actually wanted to become immortal?
And there was the person it chose.
It asked the Celestial Master of Dragon Tiger Mountain for a title. How ridiculous was that?
It didn't have discerning eyes, but it was still trying to copy others.
In Qin Yang's palm, the Thunder Technique had already begun to brew.
Qin Yang said, "What do you look like? You look like a yellow weasel that needs to be struck by lightning!"
"Slash!!!"
Qin Yang wouldn't indulge this yellow weasel. He struck out with the Five Thunder Technique.
He slapped out and stuffed the Heavenly Lightning into the yellow weasel's mouth.
The weasel watched as the man activated the Five Thunders and stuffed it into its mouth.
Feeling the incomparably terrifying and violent Five Thunder Technique in the man's palm, the weasel was scared out of its wits.
It clearly didn't expect this person with cultivation to suddenly attack it. He wasn't even willing to give a safe answer before he attacked.
The yellow weasel was frightened. It wanted to turn around and run, but how could its insignificant cultivation withstand the Celestial Master's attack?
Before it could turn around, Qin Yang had already stuffed the thunder energy into its mouth.
"Boom!"
The lightning exploded in the yellow weasel's mouth.
In the next second, the yellow weasel was paralyzed by the Five Thunders Technique. It was sent flying dozens of meters and hit the wall at the end of the alley. Its head exploded from the lightning. Its head tilted, and it was dead.
The weasel was dead!
After the yellow weasel died, its corpse wasn't wasted. White Tiger, who was beside Qin Yang, walked over and opened its mouth, swallowing the yellow weasel in one bite.
These demons and ghosts were all part of White Tiger's diet. Swallowing them could increase White Tiger's murderous aura.
White Tiger chewed on the yellow weasel with relish.
Little White thought, "It's quite chewy and bouncy. Other than a little fishy smell, everything else is quite nice! The nutrition is 10 times that of beef!"
Qin Yang looked at the yellow weasel that had become Little White's food.
He couldn't help but shake his head. "The weasel had it coming. It was asking for a Celestial Master for a title. What a genius. I'm quite benevolent. I'll exorcize your soul this time. Be more careful in your next life!"