Little Wolf Cub, “Awoo”
Bai Maomao let out a roar, his blood boiling fiercely as he shielded the injured Lang Junxian behind him, his face full of rage as he charged forward.
His emotions were too intense; he didn’t notice the red birthmark between his brows glowing faintly.
Suddenly, Little Vine flashed out from the Space and pounced on one of the attackers.
The person caught by Little Vine immediately went numb, collapsing helplessly to the ground.
The other two attackers hesitated for a moment but, pressured by Bai Maomao’s increasingly ferocious attacks, they steeled themselves to continue fighting.
They didn’t notice their fallen comrade’s body quickly withering away.
Gong Yifeng squinted as he watched the battle unfold.
He caught sight of Little Vine draining the first victim dry and his heart skipped a beat.
He warned the remaining two, “Watch your backs!”
But it was already too late.
Little Vine quickly drained the blood and flesh from all three cultivators.
Nourished by the spiritual energy in the Space, its power was no longer what it had been at the start.
Its form suddenly expanded, shooting up to three or four meters tall in an instant.
What had been a single vine now split into two.
The two cultivators sensed the danger behind them and instinctively dodged, their eyes wide with horror at Little Vine’s sudden growth.
Bai Maomao didn’t care about any of it.
With a fierce snarl, he ordered, “Kill them.”
Little Vine responded by swaying its vines, the slender tendrils curling around to encircle the two cultivators.
Taking advantage of this opening, Bai Maomao quickly found some medicinal herbs and fed them to Lang Junxian, then applied powder to his wound.
The bleeding that had seemed endless finally began to stop.
In the distance, Gong Yifeng watched his subordinates being chased around by a strange plant with a cold snort of frustration and personally stepped into the fray.
Although Little Vine was formidable, it was still in its juvenile stage, its intelligence like that of a toddler.
The two cultivators, having witnessed their companion’s grim fate, exerted their full strength to keep Little Vine at bay.
For the moment, Little Vine couldn’t take them down.
Gong Yifeng made a beeline for Bai Maomao.
Bai Maomao stepped forward and exchanged a palm strike with him.
Gong Yifeng’s cultivation was higher—he had reached the Rebirth Realm—but Bai Maomao possessed innate divine strength.
Despite his lower cultivation, his sheer power forced Gong Yifeng to stagger back a step.
Gong Yifeng was secretly shocked; he realized he had underestimated these two.
He immediately focused all his attention and began fighting Bai Maomao earnestly.
Lang Junxian, having recovered somewhat, soon rejoined the battle.
Elsewhere, Little Vine, frustrated at being surrounded by the two cultivators, gave up on one of them.
The two vines merged into one as it chased the slower opponent with all its might.
The sharp vine tip pierced through the cultivator’s chest, and the man’s eyes widened in disbelief as he reached out for help toward his companion.
Seeing his comrade’s body rapidly shrivel, the other cultivator shivered and ran even faster.
But Little Vine wasn’t about to let him escape.
It abandoned its captured prey and pursued the other cultivator once more.
Bai Maomao and Gong Yifeng exchanged dozens of blows in a blink.
Bai Maomao realized Gong Yifeng wasn’t one of those mediocre cultivators who could be easily killed.
He gave Lang Junxian a meaningful glance: “We can’t win—retreat.”
Lang Junxian nodded and feinted a move before dashing toward Gong Yifeng’s lower body.
Gong Yifeng instinctively dodged, allowing Lang Junxian to quickly retreat, Bai Maomao following closely behind.
Realizing he had been deceived, Gong Yifeng’s anger surged.
He gathered his spiritual energy and struck fiercely at the retreating Bai Maomao.
Bai Maomao didn’t look back.
Sensing the danger behind him, he tried to dodge instinctively, but in front of him stood Xiao Hei…
A surging wave of spiritual energy pierced through Bai Maomao’s body.
He let out a muffled grunt, forcing himself onward despite the injury.
His speed clearly slowed.
Lang Junxian glanced back and saw a sight that made his eyes burn with rage—
Bai Maomao’s mouth stained with blood, his white knit sweater already soaked crimson…
The suppressed fury within him exploded, his blood boiling with rage.
Lang Junxian let out an angry roar at Gong Yifeng.
Suddenly, a thunderclap shattered the clear sky.
A blinding lightning bolt struck toward Gong Yifeng.
He dodged awkwardly, his face ashen.
Today, it would be kill or be killed.
Lang Junxian’s eyes reddened, darkening to a deep crimson.
His pupils slit into thin lines like threads, gleaming with a cold, eerie light.
Anger ignited his bloodline, his fingers transforming into sharp claws that slashed fiercely at Gong Yifeng.
Gong Yifeng sneered coldly, “So you’re a lowly bastard. No wonder you’re mixed up with those filthy demon tribes.”
Dark clouds gathered rapidly at the horizon, with blinding lightning flashing intermittently.
Lang Junxian keenly felt the changes in his body, but now those changes were an advantage.
He roared and swung his claws rapidly at Gong Yifeng, occasionally drawing lightning strikes to shock him.
Gong Yifeng was overwhelmed and furious but helpless against the assault.
Little Vine finished off the last cultivator and immediately sensed Bai Maomao was injured.
It hurried back to him.
It rubbed closely against Bai Maomao’s side.
Bai Maomao touched its enlarged body and pointed at Lang Junxian, “Go help Xiao Hei first.”
Little Vine resisted, raising its sharp vine tips.
Quickly, a thin layer of thick liquid formed on the tips, which it rubbed over Bai Maomao’s wound.
Bai Maomao blocked it.
“You go help Xiao Hei first.”
Little Vine twisted anxiously, a childish voice echoing in Bai Maomao’s mind, “Heal, heal wound.”
Surprised, Bai Maomao loosened his grip and let Little Vine smear the secreted liquid over the injury.
The wound instantly numbed, then cooled, forming a transparent thin film over it that gradually stopped the bleeding.
Little Vine happily wriggled and rubbed against Bai Maomao’s face before turning to assist Lang Junxian.
Little Vine’s aid eased the pressure on Lang Junxian considerably.
Gong Yifeng’s stress visibly mounted.
Seeing that he couldn’t handle these two young men today, and fearing he might even become food for this strange plant if he lingered, Gong Yifeng gritted his teeth and decisively withdrew.
Lang Junxian clearly wasn’t willing to let him leave so easily.
Narrowing his eyes, he sent a thick lightning bolt straight toward Gong Yifeng.
Gong Yifeng, already injured, failed to dodge in time.
The lightning struck, scorching him black. Staggering, he fled far away.
With the immediate danger gone, Lang Junxian finally relaxed, but a wave of dizziness struck him.
Bai Maomao stepped forward and caught him.
“Xiao Hei!”
Lang Junxian closed his eyes tightly, his body burning fiercely.
Bai Maomao carried him into the Space, bringing Little Vine along as they rushed toward the direction they remembered.
They headed to the Maoxiang Ranch in the Xijiao.
The ranch had long been well-established and operated smoothly.
Most importantly, it was full of poultry.
Bai Maomao reverted to his original form and hid among them, much safer than wandering outside alone.
He swaggered in openly.
The ranch staff knew the few big geese inside belonged to their boss and were temperamental, often chasing and biting anyone who annoyed them.
So when they saw Bai Maomao enter, they all quietly lowered their eyes, unwilling to meet his gaze.
Bai Maomao blended in without issue.
He headed to the riverbank to wash himself clean.
That night, when no one was around, he slipped into the Space.
Lang Junxian lay on a bamboo bed, frowning deeply, his body unnaturally hot.
Bai Maomao tried cooling compresses with a towel, but they had no effect.
Thinking of the spring water behind the house…
Bai Maomao’s eyes shifted.
He picked the needed herbs from the Ling Field outside and carried Lang Junxian to the pond at the back to soak him.
Following the recipe from memory, Bai Maomao tossed the herbs into the water one by one.
The steaming spring water cooled visibly fast, even forming a thin layer of ice on the surface.
Lang Junxian’s temperature dropped, and the furrow in his brow eased a little.
Bai Maomao breathed a sigh of relief and devoted himself to guarding him.
There was no sunrise or sunset in the Space.
Bai Maomao stared wide-eyed, keeping watch over Xiao Hei, but he unknowingly fell asleep.
When he finally woke, he felt something tugging at his pants.
Bai Maomao opened his eyes in surprise and met a pair of big, round eyes.
“Where did you come from?”
Bai Maomao pushed him away.
The all-black little wolf cub, with only a white spot in the middle of its forehead, wagged happily at the sound of Bai Maomao’s voice and affectionately rubbed against his leg with a soft “awoo.”
Bai Maomao had no energy to care and turned to look for Xiao Hei in the spring water, but the pond was empty—there was no sign of him.
Growing anxious, Bai Maomao got up to look for him, only to have his pant leg bitten by the little cub.
Bai Maomao gave it a cold glare.
“Awoo?”
The wolf cub tilted its head.