134: Chapter 134 Night Slaughter of a Thousand Wolves

The caravan had been traveling for several days.

At sunset, the group stopped to rest on a desolate rocky hill.

Gravel covered the ground, and the short grass was withered and yellow.

The wind whistled as it wove through the jagged, strange rocks.

The staff skillfully lit campfires and set up cooking stoves.

The escorts took turns patrolling, remaining vigilant against any movements in the night.

Tang Xun found a sheltered spot against a rock wall and sat cross-legged.

He did not participate in those mundane affairs, relying only on his Physical Body's perception to catch the murderous intent hidden in this wilderness.

The smell of blood was very faint.

But it could not deceive him.

That aura was the fierce, predatory nature unique to pack-dwelling Yao Beasts, mixed with a craving for life force.

Midnight.

Moonlight flowed like water, spilling over the rocky hills and coating everything in a layer of silver frost.

Tang Xun suddenly opened his eyes.

That murderous intent had intensified several times over; it was no longer hidden, but approaching.

He stood up.

His footsteps were light, like a phantom merging into the night.

A pack of blood wolves with red-glowing eyes was quietly surrounding them.

They were lithe and agile, with fangs bared.

As they snarled softly, gusts of foul wind blew.

These blood wolves were all Tier 1 Yao Beasts, numbering over a thousand.

Even an ordinary Foundation Establishment Cultivator would find them troublesome.

With a flicker of his figure, Tang Xun was already in the midst of the wolf pack.

There were no fluctuations of spiritual power, no earth-shattering Spells.

Only the purest combat using the Physical Body.

His palm transformed into thunder; with a single strike, the skulls of several blood wolves shattered instantly, leaving them in a horrific state of death.

His fingertips were sharper than blades.

A casual swipe, and the throats of the blood wolves were precisely sliced open, causing them to collapse silently.

He moved through the wolf pack like a god of slaughter.

Fast to the extreme, precise to the utmost.

The blood wolves died before they could even let out a whimper.

His movements were clean and efficient, without the slightest hesitation.

Blood blossomed under the moonlight, only to be quickly dispersed by the night wind.

Wolf corpses fell one after another, yet without making much noise.

In the air, the smell of blood grew stronger, yet it was always contained within a very small area.

Dawn broke.

The first ray of morning light pierced through the clouds and spilled onto the earth.

The caravan woke up.

Zhang Fugui was the first to notice something unusual.

In the distance, the air was filled with a thick, nauseating smell of blood.

His heart tightened, and he called for the escorts to go and investigate.

When everyone saw the mountain of blood wolf corpses, they were all stunned.

"This... how is this possible?"

An escort at the eighth level of Qi Refining said in a trembling voice, his face pale.

"Over a thousand blood wolves, all dead in a single night?"

Moreover, the way these blood wolves died was extremely bizarre.

Most were killed with a single blow, showing no signs of a struggle.

Zhang Fugui's expression was grave as he carefully examined a few of the wolf corpses.

He discovered that the fatal wounds on these blood wolves were sometimes on the head, sometimes the throat, and sometimes the chest.

There was no residual spiritual power at the wounds.

A monstrous wave rose in his heart.

To be able to slaughter over a thousand Tier 1 Yao Beasts in such a short time, silently and without leaving any traces of spiritual power.

Such means were definitely not something an ordinary Cultivator could achieve.

This meant that there was an expert secretly escorting their caravan.

And this person's strength was far beyond his imagination.

Zhang Fugui subconsciously cast his gaze toward the young man in green robes who was resting with his eyes closed in the camp.

Wang Debiao...

He quickly dismissed this thought.

How could a Mortal do such a thing?

Zhang Fugui's thoughts were complicated; he knew he had encountered a master this time.

"These wolf pelts are worth quite a lot of money!"

A crisp voice interrupted his train of thought.

Zhang Ruowei, Zhang Fugui's younger sister and the only female Cultivator in the caravan.

She wore tight-fitting leather armor that outlined her exquisite figure, with her hair tied in a high ponytail, looking heroic and spirited.

Her eyes were bright and spirited, and there was a wildness between her brows; she was just like a little leopard.

She excitedly rushed to the pile of wolf corpses and reached out to touch the fur of a blood wolf.

"This blood wolf pelt can sell for one Low-Grade Spirit Stone each. With over a thousand here, that's over a thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones!"

"This is a windfall!"

She turned back and called to the staff.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and skin them!"

Zhang Fugui's heart stirred at these words.

This was indeed a significant income, enough to cover his expenses for going to the Central Continent.

But then he thought of something, and his brows furrowed.

"Ruowei, no."

"The smell of blood is too strong; it will attract other Yao Beasts."

Tang Xun also walked over at this moment. He looked at the pile of wolf corpses and spoke in a casual tone.

"Boss Zhang is right; the smell of blood is indeed a problem."

"It would be best to bury them directly or burn them with fire."

Upon hearing Tang Xun's words, Zhang Ruowei's willow-leaf brows arched, and she glanced at him.

"What do you know?"

She had always dismissed this "Mortal."

"These are all Spirit Stones; what a waste it would be to burn them!"

"Besides, with the escorts from the Changfeng Escort Agency here, what Yao Beast would dare to come?"

Her words were filled with unquestionable confidence.

Tang Xun smiled and said nothing more.

He knew that in matters like this, persuasion would not work.

Since Zhang Ruowei wanted to "play," he would let her have her fun.

Under Zhang Ruowei's command, the staff acted quickly.

Blades flashed, and flesh was separated.

The thick smell of blood soon permeated for several miles around.

Tang Xun found a high vantage point and watched, feeling bored.

He wanted to see what interesting "guests" might be invited in this wilderness.

At noon, the scorching sun hung high in the sky.

Suddenly, the earth trembled.

"Roar—!"

An earth-shaking roar came from the distance.

The sound waves vibrated, dispersing much of the blood smell in the air.

The movements in everyone's hands stopped.

Zhang Ruowei's expression changed; she knew a big one was coming.

"Quick! Be on guard!"

The old man from the Changfeng Escort Agency also suddenly opened his eyes; his long blade was unsheathed, humming.

In the distance, a huge shadow was charging over at an extremely high speed.

It was a giant bear, over two zhang tall, its fur standing up like steel needles, its eyes blood-red, and saliva dripping from its mouth.

A Tier 2 Yao Beast, the Violent Bear!

It had been attracted by the thick smell of blood, and its violent aura made people despair.

"A Tier 2 Yao Beast!"

A staff member exclaimed in shock, the wolf pelt in his hand dropping to the ground.

The Violent Bear charged into the camp and struck down with a paw, instantly shattering a carriage into pieces.

Goods scattered everywhere, and the panicked staff fled in all directions.

The escorts of the Changfeng Escort Agency quickly formed a formation to engage the Violent Bear in close combat.

The old man had the highest cultivation and could barely contend with the Violent Bear, but the other escorts seemed overwhelmed.

The Violent Bear had thick skin and flesh, with astonishing defense; ordinary Spells could not harm it in the slightest.

"Damn it!"

Zhang Ruowei gritted her teeth and drew the long whip from her waist. Infusing it with spiritual power, the whip crackled.

She rushed into the fray, her long whip striking like a serpent, aiming to wrap around the Violent Bear's neck.

However, her attack was nothing more than a tickle to the Violent Bear.

The Violent Bear roared, backhanded, and swatted Zhang Ruowei, along with her whip, flying away.

Zhang Ruowei slammed into a rock wall, spitting out blood, her face deathly pale.

The Violent Bear's gaze locked onto the fallen Zhang Ruowei.

It took heavy steps, approaching her step by step.

Zhang Fugui was anxious; he wanted to rush over but was held back tightly by the escorts beside him.

"Boss, don't go! You are not its match!"

Watching as the Violent Bear's sharp claws were about to descend.

A figure in green robes suddenly blocked the path in front of Zhang Ruowei.

"Move aside!"

Zhang Ruowei endured the sharp pain and pushed Tang Xun.

"You are a Mortal, run away!"

"I will hold it off!"

She roared and struggled to stand up again, her eyes burning with indomitable fighting spirit.

She wanted to buy a chance of survival for the caravan.

Tang Xun was pushed into a stumble. After steadying himself, he looked at this "leopard beauty," a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

Interesting.

He did not retreat.

He stood where he was, facing the Violent Bear that could easily tear him to shreds, a curve forming at the corner of his mouth.