Chapter 3

Although the lone wolf was fierce, it was still much better than a pack of wolves. After all, there was only one wolf. If a pack of wolves came, Xiao Jing would be in tears.

This lone wolf had a large frame but was emaciated, with eyes that glowed with a bloodthirsty light. It was very hungry and, staring at the plump Xiao Jing, how could it possibly give up?

Although Xiao Jing was a practitioner of the Yanxiu cultivation method, he had never fought with anyone, let alone a wolf. Naturally, he was extremely nervous. After all, he was already a disciple at the Yuanjue stage, having entered the door of Yanxiu cultivation, and naturally had his own set of skills.

However, Xiao Jing was too nervous. Holding the medicinal hoe, he only shouted loudly, trying to scare away the lone wolf.

The lone wolf bared its pale fangs, snarled, and drooled, with long droplets sliding from its teeth. It growled in its throat, its eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Roar!"

The lone wolf suddenly let out a roar, its hind legs powerfully pushing off the ground, and it pounced like a bolt of lightning.

Xiao Jing suddenly threw away the medicinal hoe in his hand. He raised his palm and, in fear, shouted a single word: "Stop!"

The lone wolf was in mid-air when this word came out of Xiao Jing's mouth, as if a huge invisible hammer had struck its head. This word attack was not aimed at the body but at the soul of the lone wolf.

Although the lone wolf was dazed by the word from Xiao Jing, the momentum of its pounce was still there, and its entire body collided with Xiao Jing, its front paws landing on Xiao Jing's shoulders.

Xiao Jing was clearly frightened, staring blankly at the lone wolf.

The eyes of the lone wolf no longer glowed with ferocity; they seemed to have a circle spinning in them, as it was stunned by the word "Stop."

Xiao Jing suddenly pushed, and the lone wolf slid down, whimpering.

Similarly, Xiao Jing also went limp, sliding down along the roots of a large tree.

"Scared to death... Yanzu protect, Yanzu... protect me..."

The lone wolf suddenly became fierce, biting down on Xiao Jing's arm with a powerful bite, causing Xiao Jing to scream in terror.

"Ah, bite me... you're biting me... my meat isn't tasty... Ah! Hey, it doesn't hurt?" His mind was in chaos.

If Xiao Jing had carefully observed his arm, he would have noticed a faint golden true word character flashing under his skin. However, with his arm in the wolf's mouth, he didn't notice anything.

In a panic, Xiao Jing used his hands to pry open the wolf's mouth.

"You bad wolf! You treacherous villain!"

As he spoke, he dragged the wolf up and threw it hard against the tree.

The lone wolf was also furious. According to its experience, a bite should yield sweet blood and tender meat. Why couldn't it bite through? Why couldn't it bite through! The wolf was also going crazy.

After several more throws, the lone wolf howled in pain, its mouth loosening.

Xiao Jing immediately grabbed the wolf's neck with both hands, pressing its body down. At this moment, Xiao Jing didn't know what to do. The four paws of the lone wolf were flailing and scratching on the ground, quickly creating four small holes.

Actually, with Xiao Jing's Yanxiu cultivation, killing a wolf was very easy. He was at the Yuanjue stage, equivalent to the late Qi Condensation stage of cultivators. Not to mention a single wolf, he could even handle a pack of wolves. Unfortunately, he was only thirteen years old and had no combat experience, which is why he was so panicked.

Pressing down on the wolf's head with all his might, Xiao Jing used all his strength.

"Wolf, don't eat me, I'll let you go... Okay, Yanzu protect, wolf, I haven't broken the precept of killing, don't make me break it..."

The lone wolf whimpered in pain, almost being strangled to death by Xiao Jing.

Xiao Jing continued to talk to the lone wolf, his hands still on its neck.

"Wolf, the master said to transform the evil in the world. I think if evil people can be transformed, a wolf can be transformed too... Yanzu protect, wolf... will you be transformed?"

The lone wolf struggled desperately, and if it was strangled any more, it would really die. Its four paws flailed even more wildly.

Xiao Jing clearly entered some unknown state, with a compassionate attitude, not towards people, but towards the wolf.

"Wolf, I am a small Yanxiu from the Yan realm, I don't have much meat, don't eat me, I'm just an orphan, my meat isn't tasty!"

If the lone wolf could cry, it would cry loudly. It was almost out of breath, how could it eat anyone, especially since it didn't understand Xiao Jing's words.

Hearing the lone wolf's continuous whimpers, Xiao Jing continued to talk.

"Oh... you must have repented, right? Okay, if you repent, I'll let you go... Remember, don't eat people in the future!" As he said this, he released his hands.

The lone wolf felt its neck loosen, and it scrambled to the side, its eyes full of terror and fear. It let out a low howl and ran into the forest, almost scared to death!

Xiao Jing had a solemn expression, his hands clasped together.

"Yanzu is compassionate, I have transformed a hungry wolf!"

Xiao Jing lowered his head.

"Ah, my patched robe! This stupid wolf, lone wolf, scoundrel wolf! You owe me my patched robe! If I had known, I wouldn't have let you go... Ah..."

Xiao Jing had only three sets of clothes, which he wore all year round, washed until they were white, with patches on top of patches. However, because the coarse cloth was sturdy, it could still be worn for some time, but the wolf's claws had torn several large holes in it.

Xiao Jing called out a few times and then reflected on himself.

"Ah, almost broke the precept of anger again, calm down, I need to calm down!"

Finally, Xiao Jing calmed down. He looked at the sky, which was already in the afternoon. Returning to the Western Yan Gate would probably be in the evening. He then picked up his basket, grabbed the small medicinal hoe, and slowly walked down the mountain.

Leaving the maple forest, Xiao Jing saw the Western Yan Gate in the distance, with smoke rising from it. He could already smell the faint aroma of food, and he couldn't help but quicken his pace, walking quickly towards the Western Yan Gate.

This area was under the control of the Yan sect, and the Western Yan Gate had control over this land. It was not an ordinary sect but a sect of the Yan realm, which had Yanxiu practitioners. Although it was a small force, it still had its own territory.

Like the cultivation sects, the Yan sect also had a broad popular base in the world.

There were countless cultivation sects, with various schools and cultivation methods. The Yan sect also had various sects and forces, with a wide variety of Yanxiu practitioners. The Western Yan Gate was a sect that leaned towards ascetic cultivation.