The Heaven Devouring Demonic Wolf Mistaken for a Stray Dog

"Disciple, keep practicing your punches. Your master is going to buy some wine."

At the entrance of the shop, Yi Feng held a wine gourd and gave Zhong Qing an instruction before walking out.

"Master Yi."

"Master Yi."

Quite a few people greeted Yi Feng wherever he passed.

"Ahahaha, long time no see."

Yi Feng smiled broadly and returned each greeting with cupped fists.

"Master Yi, come have some fun!"

The scent of rouge and powder drifted over as several alluring, delicately featured women upstairs waved their handkerchiefs at Yi Feng.

"Ahem, no thanks," Yi Feng said awkwardly.

"Come on, Master Yi. You're so handsome—have a few drinks with us. It's free." The women giggled.

"I can't let you girls ruin me." Yi Feng grinned and rolled his eyes at them. Though he hadn't gotten to know them deeply, they were already familiar acquaintances.

Just then, a commotion broke out in the street, and many servants and peddlers rushed ahead.

"Master Yi, hurry over! I heard some stupid dog came out of nowhere on this street. Dog meat is delicious, and it's perfect with wine!" a peddler shouted to Yi Feng.

"A dog? Good stuff. Remember to save me half a pound or so if you catch it," Yi Feng called back.

Dog meat was good stuff, but with so many people trying to catch it, there was no way it would be his turn!

Just as he was about to continue buying wine, he saw the commotion surge in his direction. A crowd was wielding carrying poles and long staffs, beating a stupid dog.

For a moment, it yelped miserably and scrambled about in every direction.

The dog was in agony.

Fuck, fuck, I'm about to cry. A tiger fallen to the plains gets bullied by dogs! I'm clearly the Heaven Devouring Demonic Wolf—how did I become a stupid dog in the mouths of these mortals?

Damn it!

It darted around wildly, and just as it saw there was nowhere left to run, its eyes lit up.

Other than a pretty boy carrying a wine gourd and strolling leisurely toward it, there seemed to be no one else blocking the way.

This was an escape route!

I'll charge through here. That pretty boy surely can't stop me.

"Oh? It really is a stupid dog. Then I'm sorry, but I'll have to take you."

Yi Feng's eyes lit up when he saw the dog rushing toward him. Since this stupid dog insisted on delivering itself to him, he would gladly accept it.

He immediately shifted into a stance.

Damn mortal, you dare block me? Do you really think you can stop me? the dog roared inwardly. Yet in this critical moment, it didn't lower its guard. To avoid capsizing in the gutter, it used the last trace of strength in its body.

It had deliberately saved this sliver of power, waiting for precisely such an opportunity.

As long as it broke through this final mortal, its crisis would be resolved.

And the dog was fully confident. Though it was only its final trace of strength, how could the demonic power of the Heaven Devouring Demonic Wolf be blocked by a mere mortal?

Unnoticed by anyone, the sun-shaped mark hidden on the dog's forehead flickered faintly. Transparent energy turned into ripples as it rammed headlong toward Yi Feng.

Shaolin Leg.

Yi Feng's flying kick arrived at the same time.

Bang!

They collided with a thunderous crash.

"What?"

The dog's already foolish expression froze instantly. Its head felt as though it had struck diamond, leaving it dizzy and disoriented. What it found most unbelievable was that the final trace of its demonic power vanished like smoke the instant it touched Yi Feng's sole.

"Why?!"

The dog rolled across the ground, opened its mouth, and fainted.

"Haha, Master Yi really is amazing."

When the others chasing it saw Yi Feng take down the dog with a single kick, they immediately began congratulating him.

"Haha, just luck, just luck." Yi Feng laughed with cupped fists. "Then this dog...?"

"Naturally, it belongs to Master Yi."

Everyone spoke up in agreement. If it had been someone else, they might have fought over it, but everyone knew Yi Feng's character. It was only a stupid dog, after all, and no one had any objections.

"Thank you. Then I'll gladly accept it."

Yi Feng smiled gratefully, grabbed the stupid dog by one hind leg, and continued on to buy wine.

A moment later.

Old Ancestor Qingshan and Luolan Xue finally arrived before the Martial Arts Hall.

"Master, this is the place," Luolan Xue said solemnly.

Hearing this, Old Ancestor Qingshan hurriedly raised his head to look at the Martial Arts Hall ahead.

The storefront wasn't large, and it looked perfectly ordinary. Above it hung a plaque, upon which the character for "Martial" was carved with lifelike precision.

The instant Old Ancestor Qingshan's gaze landed on that character, his entire body trembled. The character transformed into a gigantic fist and blasted toward him.

"Step, step, step..."

Caught off guard, Old Ancestor Qingshan staggered several steps back.

When he looked up again, he discovered that the character for "Martial" had returned to stillness, becoming an utterly ordinary character once more.

"Master, what's wrong?" Luolan Xue hurriedly asked.

"I'm fine."

Old Ancestor Qingshan said so, but lingering fear remained on his face, and cold sweat had already soaked his back.

After composing himself slightly, he said to Luolan Xue, "Disciple, did you see the character for 'Martial' on that plaque?"

Luolan Xue nodded.

"That character also contains powerful Martial Intent!" Old Ancestor Qingshan said in shock. "I originally thought this senior was a Martial Emperor, but it seems I was looking at him through dog eyes!"

"What? Master, you mean..." Luolan Xue's red lips parted slightly.