Heavenly Wolf Sect

The matter has been discussed openly.

The scholar asked softly, "Senior, do you still wish to keep this fox?"

Chu Tianshu said, "Let's do it."

The fox spirit paled and said, "Wait, just now it was clearly—"

Snap!!

A flash of red light appeared, and a red dot appeared between the fox spirit's eyebrows. Her eyes became unfocused, and she slumped down, gradually revealing her true corpse form.

"Neither I nor my senior said a single word about sparing you."

After the scholar finished speaking, he flicked the slender sword in his hand, and the red light disappeared.

The sword has a steel-like blade and a hilt that resembles thin bamboo joints.

There are many visible scratches from the tip to the hilt of the sword.

Although this sword is of good quality, it has indeed been through many battles and is covered in wounds. It must be carefully rested and repaired.

The scholar gently stroked the sword, let out a barely perceptible sigh, and prepared to sheathe it into his sleeve.

Chu Tianshu's waistband, adorned with Sanqi, emitted a soft, spontaneous hum.

"Oh? You actually feel sorry for someone else's sword?"

Chu Tianshu stroked the Three-Seven Sword and chuckled, "That sword has very little spiritual energy; it can't communicate with you normally."

Sanqi chirped again.

"Alright, alright, that's because its spirituality is weak. When you see it, it's like how we humans see a baby."

Chu Tianshu offered a few words of reassurance, then looked at the scholar, "Could I borrow your precious sword for a look?"

The scholar hesitated for a moment, then presented it with both hands.

Chu Tianshu took it and looked at it.

The spiritual energy within this sword is like a thin, small red chive leaf; its texture is nice, but its total amount is indeed weak and cannot withstand the nourishment of the Grand Void Radiation.

The sword spirit is gentle and doesn't exude much killing intent; it wasn't nurtured using the blood-refining method.

"Yanghe----"

Chu Tianshu hesitated for a moment, then raised his left palm.

He used the Mountain Collapse Combat Calculation to calculate the essence of the Dragon-Subduing Divine Palms's moves, but he did not learn the corresponding internal energy cultivation method.

However, he does not need corresponding internal energy cultivation to comprehend the external energy that the Dragon-Subduing Divine Palms can draw upon.

At this moment, the airflow in his palm gathered into a vortex, forming a small, golden-red dragon shadow.

It was the righteous energy of heaven and earth that was drawn here, strong and unyielding, upholding the principles of righteousness and harmony.

The dragon's shadow flew toward the slender sword, spiraling and coiling around its blade, flying endlessly.

The rapier emitted a cheerful hum, and the scratches on its blade faded considerably.

Half a moment later, the dragon's shadow disappeared. The scholar was both surprised and delighted. He took the sword and affectionately stroked its spine.

"Thank you so much, senior!!"

The scholar sheathed his sword, made a sword incantation with his hands, and bowed respectfully, saying, "Fang Wuchen, the tenth generation disciple of the Qingyun Sect, formally pays respects to Senior."

She switched back to her natural voice, gentle yet clear and crisp, with a touch of boldness.

Chu Tianshu introduced himself and casually asked, "I see that the villages and towns at the foot of the mountain are deserted. Is that also related to this monster?"

Despite the heavy snow and the chilling wind, it was common for the mountain villages to be without lights.

Several dogs were deliberately left in the village to create a diversion.

But Chu Tianshu's hearing and eyesight were extraordinary.

Standing there, he learned the truth about what was happening down the mountain.

Fang Wuchen nodded and said, "Previously, a Yaksha demon caused trouble in the village, trying to arouse people's greed so that it could take advantage of the situation to disembowel them. This kind of demon loves to eat a handful of greed."

"After I killed him, I found a talisman on his body that could only be used for communication within Hundred Li, and I guessed that there were his accomplices nearby."

"The villagers were terrified, so I advised them to seek refuge elsewhere."

Chu Tianshu asked in surprise, "They all left after you persuaded them?"

Fang Wuchen, on the other hand, was puzzled.

"With demons causing trouble and disciples of the immortal sects guiding the way, of course we'll go."

With just this one sentence, Chu Tianshu understood many things.

It seems that in this world, it's common for demons to form gangs, and for one to cause trouble and be killed, followed by retaliation. Even ordinary villagers have heard about it.

Otherwise, it's hard to leave one's homeland, and it's impossible to completely leave a village or town just because someone persuades you.

Moreover, there should be a powerful force nearby that would make even demons wary, someone they could seek refuge with.

He asked, "Are there any major sects or martial arts schools nearby?"

"Have."

Fang Wuchen explained, "Senior must have traveled high and fast, covering thousands of miles in a day, without paying attention to the terrain. This place is already the Northern Wastes."

"The Heavenly Wolf Sect has stood in the Northern Wastes for a thousand years, with branches in various places and also taking in Rogue Cultivator, making it a powerful force."

"However, I've noticed that in recent years, the Demonic Sect has been launching attacks everywhere, its arrogance growing daily. These low-ranking prodigies of the Demonic Sect are now openly lurking in the Northern Wastes. Sooner or later, there will be a battle between the main force of the Demonic Sect and the Heavenly Wolf Sect."

At this moment, no one in the dilapidated temple was radiating any aura, and snowflakes were blown in by the cold wind.

Fang Wuchen reached out and brushed away a snowflake that was drifting towards his face, then looked out the door at the vast white expanse.

"I've long wanted to join the Heavenly Wolf Sect, so that one day I can wield my sword against the Demonic Sect."

"My old wounds flared up on the road, so I stayed here to recuperate. I never expected to encounter such things as Yaksha demon and a fox spirit."

Chu Tianshu pondered for a moment and said, "Then you point the way, and we'll go to the Heavenly Wolf Sect to take a look."

Fang Wuchen remained silent and nodded.

As a remnant of the Qingyun Sect, she had too many entanglements and couldn't ask others to accompany her, lest she be suspected of using others as shields.

However, since it was a senior who had spoken, she was secretly pleased.

At least this journey will be safer.

As for why this senior wanted to go to the Heavenly Wolf Sect, Fang Wuchen herself that it was not something a junior like her, who had just met him, should ask.

Chu Tianshu stomped his foot, and a stream of azure Gang Qi formed on the ground, converging into a huge sphere that carried the two of them into the air.

The sphere of Gang Qi flew quickly and steadily.

The heavy snowfall in the sky was blasted into a round hole, and the low-altitude snow clouds were pierced through.

Under the moonlight, only a streak of clouds could be seen stretching into the distance.

With Fang Wuchen pointing the way, less than half an hour later, Chu Tianshu could see the Heavenly Wolf Sect's mountain gate in the distance.

The mountain gate of the Heavenly Wolf Sect consists of two steep peaks, the tops of which are carved like Wolf Head.

Once the mountain was covered in snow, it looked like two giant wolves, hundreds of feet tall, crouching in the strong wind, silently facing each other.

Compared to the height of the mountain gate, the dozen or so hills behind it are generally lower and have gentler slopes.

Each mountaintop was covered with numerous palaces and pavilions, and rows of large houses and halls stretched from the mountainside to the foot of the mountain. The lanterns of the disciples on duty flickered like giant ribbons, winding continuously through the mountains.

On the cliffs in the shady part of the mountain, there are many caves carved into the cliff face, as well as platforms and long iron chain bridges.

It was late at night, and at the entrance of a cliffside cave like this, people were still practicing martial arts, their bodies flashing with various colors, and refining magical artifacts.

"Breaking into the mountain gate at night would be against propriety."

Fang Wuchen pointed, "I've heard that cultivators who come to visit the Heavenly Wolf Sect often rest in the small town outside the mountain gate first."

Outside the mountain gate, there was a large flat area where a bustling town had indeed been built.

The entire town's streets are laid out according to the Bagua diagram, with a wooden building at each node of the diagram, and lanterns hanging all over the building.

As Chu Tianshu landed in the town, a middle-aged cultivator in a brown-trimmed outfit flew out of a wooden building, standing on a long sword, and came to pay his respects.

"Fellow Daoist, is there any urgent matter? If so, I will go and inform you immediately. If not, you may rest in our town for the time being."

When the middle-aged cultivator saw that Chu Tianshu could fly through the air without using any magical artifacts, relying solely on a surge of pure, rounded Gang Qi, he felt a sense of respect.

But he came from a prominent family and had a strong foundation, so he stood up straight and only bowed slightly.

"All the wine and food in Heavenly Wolf Town are supplied by our mountain, so visiting Daoists don't need to spend any money, and the food is quite delicious."

Chu Tianshu caught a whiff of the town's aroma and, somewhat curious, nodded, saying, "Let's rest here for a while."

He floated directly towards the busiest restaurant in the area.

The middle-aged cultivator quickly said, "Fellow Daoist, most of those gathered there are cultivators born in my Northern Wastes. They are rough and noisy."

"It's alright, I enjoy lively gatherings too."

After Chu Tianshu said that, the middle-aged cultivator stopped trying to stop him.

Upon landing at the entrance of the main house, the middle-aged cultivator took the initiative to lift the heavy curtain.

The steam rising from inside the door, when blasted by the cold wind, condensed into mist, momentarily blurring the view.

Stepping inside and lowering the curtain, the room felt much cleaner and more refreshing.

This large house is spacious and square, with sides measuring over thirty feet, and its roof is supported by large pillars.

Inside the house, many small stoves were built with mud bricks, and large iron pots were placed on top of the stoves. A circle of dark wooden planks surrounded the stoves, serving as tabletops.

The group sat around the table, much like sitting around a stove, cooking and eating as they went. As they drank and became more animated, weapons and magical artifacts were placed on the long benches beside them.

When Chu Tianshu entered, few people looked in their direction. It wasn't until the middle-aged cultivator led him and Fang Wuchen to their seats that people at the neighboring tables began to glance at them.

"Fellow Daoists, you are not from the Northern Wastes, are you?"

It was an elderly man with thick white hair, his clothes slightly open, his hands with large knuckles and full fingertips. He smiled and said, "The customs here are a bit rough, please don't take offense, fellow Daoist."

"But the food here comes from those notoriously ferocious beasts of the Northern Wastes, who roam freely among the high mountains, ancient forests, and vast Great Marsh. They are full of vital energy and blood. As long as they are stewed properly and their fishy smell is removed, they are exceptionally fragrant and delicious, and quite beneficial to us cultivators."

The middle-aged monk picked up the empty iron pot, lit a fire in the stove, went through the main room to the inner hall, and soon returned with a pot full of meat and bones, which he placed on the stove.

The bones in the pot were already stewed and prepared for later use.

Place it on the stove, wait a moment, and it's ready to eat.

Chu Tianshu glanced towards the inner hall.

He saw that inside the main hall, the meat and bones were not cooked in clay stoves or iron pots, but in large three-legged cauldrons.

The guards of the cauldron were all highly skilled, using their internal energy to fuel the fire and control the heat, which allowed them to stew the bones of these ferocious beasts until they were flavorful.

Chu Tianshu picked up a piece and tasted it. It tasted like stewed beef tendon that had been cooked until tender, but it was much more fragrant and flavorful than ordinary beef.

It's salty with a hint of spiciness and a slightly sweet, savory aftertaste.

With his physique, even after chewing such a large piece of meat, he could still feel a slight warmth in his abdomen and a sense of satisfaction.

Fang Wuchen was rather refined. After picking up a piece and taking a bite, his eyes showed a slight change in expression. When he took the second bite, the portion was much larger than the first.

Seeing this, the white-haired old man laughed and said, "It tastes good, doesn't it?"

"The Heavenly Wolf Sect, a place of benevolence and righteousness."

"All spirits and monsters, those with intelligence condense Yao Qi, and their flesh and blood are poisonous, so ordinary cultivators like us cannot eat them. These ferocious beasts, although delicious, are extremely vicious and often show signs of mutual destruction, making them very difficult to capture alive."

The white-haired old man sighed, "Only the Heavenly Wolf Sect has such generosity, capturing so many exotic beasts and providing everyone with food and drink without charging any money."

Chu Tianshu smiled slightly and continued eating and drinking.

Although he was sitting here, the range of his hearing extended far beyond this small town.

The fact that the Divine Lord Wangliang went to such lengths, using magic across realms to disrupt his journey home, suggests he has a grand scheme in mind.

Chu Tianshu's Fortune Bar for traversing worlds has been exhausted. He must accumulate enough Fortune here as soon as possible so that he can go home and visit his family.

However, the more unexpected and urgent the situation, the more you need to remain calm and not act rashly.

He ate the first few pieces of meat and bones with gusto, but by the time he got to the seventh piece, his mind had completely calmed down.

The slight agitation from Fang Wuchen's immediate journey was also dissipated.

He chewed slowly, savoring the aroma of the meat, while his hearing was adjusted to the most subtle level, probing the fluctuations within the mountain.