Chapter 3, Mi Xiaojing and the Wolf

This lone wolf has a large yet emaciated skeleton, its eyes glinting with a bloodthirsty light. It is very hungry and fixates on the meaty Mi Xiaojing, how could it possibly give up?

The lone wolf struggled desperately; if it were to be squeezed any further, it would truly perish. Its four paws flailed even more vigorously.

If a lone wolf could cry, it would surely weep profusely, struggling to catch its breath, let alone consume a person, especially since it cannot comprehend the words of Mi Xiaojing

Although the lone wolf was dazed by a single word from Mi Xiaojing, its momentum was still in motion, and its entire body collided with Mi Xiaojing, with its two front paws resting on Mi Xiaojing's shoulders

Wolf, I am a small cultivator from the Yan Realm, and I do not have much flesh, so please do not eat me. I am just a little child without parents, and my flesh is not tasty!

The lone wolf's body was suspended in mid-air, and the word that emerged from Mi Xiaojing's mouth seemed like a gigantic invisible hammer, striking fiercely upon its head. The assault of this word was not aimed at the body, but rather at the soul of the lone wolf

Mi Xiaojing was clearly startled, staring blankly at the lone wolf

The lone wolf suddenly unleashed its fury, biting down hard on Mi Xiaojing's arm, causing Mi Xiaojing to scream in fright

After being struck several times in succession, the lone wolf let out a howl of pain and finally released its grip.

There are countless cultivation sects, each with its own unique schools and diverse practices. The Yanschool sects are no exception, possessing a variety of sects and powers, with an equally astonishing array of cultivation types. The Xiyang Sect, in particular, leans towards the path of arduous cultivation.

I was scared to death ... ... May the ancestors bless me, ancestors ... ... that blessing ... ...

This area falls within the sphere of influence of the Yanmen sect, with the Xiyanmen holding control over this land. This is not an ordinary sect, but rather a sect of the Yan realm that possesses Yan cultivation. Although it is merely a small force, it still has its own territory

Similar to the cultivation sects, the Yan sect also possesses an extremely broad mass base in this world

Mi Xiaojing has evidently entered a certain unknown realm, adopting an attitude of compassion for the heavens and the people; no, it is an attitude of compassion for the wolves.

Although Mi Xiaojing is a derivative cultivator, he has never fought with anyone, nor has he battled with wolves, so he is naturally extremely nervous. It is important to note that he is already a derivative cultivator disciple at the Yuanjue stage, having entered the realm of derivative cultivation, and he certainly possesses some of his own methods.

Similarly, Mi Xiao Jing also softened; he slid down and sat at the base of the large tree.

As he stepped out of the maple forest, Mi Xiaojing saw the wisps of smoke rising from the distant Xiyan Gate, and he could already smell the faint aroma of food. Unable to resist, he quickened his pace and walked briskly towards Xiyan Gate

The lone wolf was also in a state of agitation. According to experience, with a single bite, there should be sweet blood, right? There should be tender meat, right? But why can't it bite down? Why can't it bite down! The wolf was also going crazy.

Mi Xiaojing has only three pieces of replacement clothing. Regardless of spring, summer, autumn, or winter, these three patched garments are all she has. They have long been washed to a faded white, and the fabric is covered with patches upon patches. However, due to the durability of the coarse cloth, they can still be worn for a while, although they have been torn by wolf claws, leaving several large gashes.

In the eyes of the lone wolf, the fierce light has vanished, and it appears as if a circle is revolving within its gaze, having been stunned by a single character "Ding".

Mi Xiaojing suddenly lifted it, and the lone wolf slid down limply, letting out whimpering sounds from its mouth

The lone wolf suddenly let out a roar, and with a powerful push of its hind legs, it lunged forward like a flash of lightning

Mi Xiaojing called out a few times, and then reflected on herself

Mi Xiaojing suddenly threw away the medicine hoe in his hand, raised his palm, and in panic uttered a single word: "Stop"

Although a lone wolf is fierce, it is still much better compared to a pack of wolves. After all, there is only one wolf; if a group of wolves were to come, Mi Xiaojing would surely be in tears

"The benevolence of the ancestors has moved me; I have transformed a hungry wolf!"

With great effort, he dragged the wolf up, swung it fiercely, and smashed it against the large tree

Wolf, as the master has said, to reform the wicked in the world, I believe that if the wicked can be reformed, then a wolf can be reformed as well... May the ancestors bless, wolf... Will you be reformed?

Wolf, please do not eat me, I will let you go... Is that alright? May the ancestors bless me, Wolf, I have not yet broken the killing taboo, please do not make me break it...

The lone wolf cried out in pain, as it was on the verge of being choked to death by Mi Xiaojing

In fact, with Mi Xiaojing's cultivation strength, killing a wolf is quite easy; he has already reached the Enlightenment stage of the Yuanjue period, which is equivalent to the late stage of Qi training for cultivators. Not to mention a single wolf, he could even handle a pack of wolves. Unfortunately, he is only thirteen years old and has no combat experience, which is why he is so flustered and panicked.

Oh dear, my patchwork coat! This foolish wolf, lone wolf, bastard wolf! You owe me for my patchwork coat! If I had known, I wouldn't have let you go... Ah...

Oh... you must have realized your mistake, right? Well, if you regret it, I will let you go... Remember, do not eat people in the future!

Ah!

It was just that Mi Xiaojing was too nervous, gripping the medicine hoe, and shouting loudly in an attempt to scare away the lone wolf

Mi Xiaojing held the wolf's neck with both hands and continued to have a heart-to-heart conversation with the lone wolf

The lone wolf revealed its pale fangs, baring its teeth, with long strands of saliva dripping down, sliding drop by drop from between its teeth, while a growling sound emanated from its throat, and its two eyes sparkled with excitement.

With all her strength, she pressed down hard on the wolf's head, her entire body bearing down, holding it down firmly, as Mi Xiaojing exerted every ounce of her energy.

After much effort, Mi Xiaojing calmed down. He looked at the sky; it was already afternoon. Returning to Xiyan Gate would likely take until evening. Only then did he pick up his backpack and small medicinal hoe, slowly making his way down the mountain.

Mi Xiaojing lowered her head

You wicked wolf! Cunning and treacherous villain

If Mi Xiao carefully observes his arm, he will notice faint golden mantra characters shimmering beneath the skin. However, at this moment, his arm is caught in the wolf's jaws, and he is unable to notice anything.

Wow, bite me... you bite me... my flesh isn't tasty... ah! Huh, it doesn't hurt?

In a state of panic, Mi Xiaojing forcefully pried open the wolf's mouth with her hands

Mi Xiaojing immediately grabbed the wolf's neck with both hands, firmly holding down its body. At that moment, Mi Xiaojing was at a loss as to what to do. The lone wolf's four paws were frantically flailing and scratching on the ground, quickly creating four small dirt pits.

The lone wolf felt a loosening around its neck, and it scrambled to the side, its eyes filled with terror and fear as it looked at Mi Xiaojing. With a low whimper, it turned and ran into the woods, nearly scared to death

Ah, I almost fell into anger again. Calm down, I must remain calm!

Mi Xiaojing heard the lone wolf's continuous whimpering and continued to have a heart-to-heart conversation

Mi Xiaojing had a solemn expression on his face, and he clasped his hands together