Chapter 353: Chapter 351: Snow Leopard Cub_1
“Three.”

Little Kingfisher glides through the air, leading the way in front.

“Only three?”

Su Qingluo appears slightly disappointed.

Snow leopards are rare, not often seen, and she really wants to catch a few since they had the chance to encounter them.

However, mother leopards are protective of their cubs, and if they were to take all the cubs at once, the mother leopard would go mad, fighting the hunters to the death regardless of the consequences.

With three cubs, at most, they could only take two of them.

Since the Little Prince has priority, the three brothers of the Lin Clan can’t have one cub each.

“The cubs won’t be safe from the mother leopard because the White Tiger is in Qingjian Gorge.”

Little Kingfisher communicates with her telepathically, sensing her regret, and laughs without caring much about it.

“When the White Tiger patrols its territory and discovers traces of snow leopards, it will immediately kill the leopard cubs, leaving no hidden dangers and not jeopardizing its own position.”

“Roar!”

As Little Kingfisher speaks, a loud tiger roar can be heard above their heads as if to confirm its words.

The White Tiger seems to have sensed danger and with a furious roar, leaps from the cliff’s edge and charges toward a hidden spot in the mountains.

In no time, enraged howls of the snow leopards echo in the valley.

A snow-white mother leopard, with blood-red eyes, dashes out of a cave and fiercely roars as it pounces towards the White Tiger.

Having just fought a fierce battle with the wolf pack, the White Tiger’s strength hasn’t fully recovered yet, and it’s helpless against the mother leopard protecting her cubs for the time being, so it can only fight while retreating, circling the cave incessantly.

“Hurr.”

The mother leopard guards the entrance of the cave vigilantly, occasionally emitting low growls from its throat, seemingly ready to fight the White Tiger to the death.

“Aow.”

Feeble cries of the cubs echo from within the cave, and the three snow leopard cubs instinctively crawl around without their mother to protect them, their eyes still closed.

One of the cubs crawls out of their grassy nest and falls into a crevice between the rocks, helplessly shrieking in fear.

“Hurr.”

Hearing her cub’s cry, the mother leopard anxiously wants to check on it, but with a powerful enemy nearby, she cannot leave the entrance unguarded, not even for a step.

Restlessly pacing back and forth, she’s filled with anxiety.

“Roar!”

As the mother tiger hears the sound of the White Tiger’s roar, she drags her injured body towards the sound, coming to aid the White Tiger.

“Hurr.”

The arriving mother tiger fills the mother leopard with even more despair.

For a moment, she clenches her teeth, dashes back into the cave, grabs a cub, and breaks through the encirclement of the two tigers.

Snow leopards are known for their rapid speed and endurance; therefore, the White Tiger can only give up the chase after pursuing her across half the valley, as she runs faster and faster.

“Yin’er, guard the entrance, don’t let the mother tiger kill the snow leopard cubs.”

Hearing the tiger roar, Su Qingluo carries the Little Prince and swiftly flies through the treetops, rapidly heading towards the small valley.

“Understood.”

Little Kingfisher flutters her wings, zipping across the sky like lightning, and arrives in front of the mother tiger at a blink of an eye.

“Chirp.”

As Little Kingfisher lands on the tiger’s head, she directs it into the cave.

Feeling the oppression coming from the Divine Beast, the mother tiger shudders in fear and does not dare to resist.

“Aow, aow.”

Smelling the scent of danger, the terrified cubs scramble around helplessly.

The cub stuck in the crevice wails even louder in its soft little voice.

“Chirp.”

Little Kingfisher commands the mother tiger to go in front of the cub’s nest, takes the trapped cub out of the crevice, and places it back in the nest.

For the other cub, the mother tiger obediently extends her front paw, preventing it from crawling around.

“Yin’er, we’re almost there.”

Carrying the Little Prince, Su Qingluo speeds through the tree branches like a wisp of blue smoke, her movements incredibly fast, leaving only afterimages behind.