Chapter 1654: Chapter 998: The Girl on the Back of the Wolf (Repaying Two-in-One Chapters Owed Previously)_2
If the Heavenly Dao is truly unchangeable, Meng Zifei should just go with the flow, it’s merely adding one more small regret.
After all, a lifetime too dull is never ideal.
Though Meng Zifei has strayed from the Demon Path, deviating completely from the bright path of the righteous in the Mortal World, he believes he is beyond making concessions.
Yet towards Chen Xiaolan, he can’t quite muster much dislike.
If it weren’t for the incident at the War Slave Camp three years ago, he might have indeed considered sacrificing her if necessary.
Now, as he has grown stronger, having spent years by Chen Xiaolan’s side, he has watched her grow little by little.
More than family, she’s like a simple and gentle piece of art in his hand, hence completely abandoning any thoughts of discarding her.
Yet the events of today, Meng Zifei feels deeply regretful and troubled.
The cold wind howled, and the incessant howling of wolves interrupted his thoughts.
Under the bloodstained gaze of Meng Zifei’s eyes, his pupils coldly turned, watching the ghastly green wolf eyes rising like lanterns in the dark.
Damned, he had forgotten he was currently in the wolf-infested ice-capped mountains.
On such days each month, he would usually find a safe and secluded place to endure through.
That day, he was in haste to reach Shifang City, but hindered by his identity, he had to tread into the city on foot, taking Chen Xiaolan along.
The plan was meticulous; along the way, he divined the path’s luck, the jungle was dense, and the sky was overcast.
He could barely see himself into the city by avoiding the direct gaze of moonlight and starlight, not using spiritual power indiscriminately, and then seek a safe refuge.
Chen Xiaolan, with her docile nature, if he placed her properly, she’d never disturb or cause trouble on her own.
But tonight, despite her innocent words spoken out of concern.
They made his mind chaotic, exposing himself to such a perilous situation.
His Spirit Root wasn’t his own, acquired through deceit, no matter how brilliant he seemed on the outside, his fortune and Karma Barrier were already filthy.
He sought a path in Immortal Cultivation, finally achieving his goal, but how can worldly logic always let you have your way?
Ultimately, not everyone is Shen Jibai, how could a mortal body entirely accommodate another’s Spirit Root without any repulsion?
This curse, he must endure.
Yet...
Wolves gathered from all directions, the dense shadows of wolves were innumerable in the boundless snow-capped forest.
They growled cautiously, drooling from their mouths, with their big, green eyes wide open.
As if probing whether Meng Zifei was harmful.
Seeing the astonishing number of wolves, a chill ran through Meng Zifei’s heart.
This curse’s backlash may be terrifying, but if he could just endure, the decayed flesh would crawl back to the bone and heal. But if torn apart by this pack of wolves...
Such an outcome, Meng Zifei dared not imagine.
Never had he thought that one day he might meet his end at the wolves’ mouths.
Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but chuckle self-mockingly.
He was a cultivator, infused with spiritual power in his flesh and blood, sufficient to attract every wolf in the mountain.
Chen Xiaolan, descending the mountain this time, might actually be able to leave safely even without his protection.
Just a moment ago, he was still contemplating how to kill her, and now, the one falling into a survival crisis, was him.
Meng Zifei was never one to sit back and await death, his fleshless eye sockets were horrifically sinister.
As his fingers lifted, the flesh between them crumbled like melting snow, revealing the stark bones underneath.
Threads of invisible strings danced wildly. Two wolves leading the charge, daring to test him, were shredded into pieces, their hot crimson innards and fresh blood splattered across the snow.
The scene was indescribably cruel and horrific.
But amidst the wilderness and snow, wolves were inherently ferocious and murderous.
After killing the two wolves, rather than intimidating the pack into retreat, it only inflamed their bloodthirsty rage.
The snarling, furious sound was chilling, and wolves pounced from all sides. Meng Zifei’s ten fingers on the ground stiffened and tangled, threads danced wildly.
With the curse erupting, he could only call upon limited spiritual power, whereas the wolves were agile and quick.
After barely killing five or six wolves, he was nearing his limit.
A sudden excruciating pain shot through his leg bone, before he could roll over to see, a cracking sound echoed, and the intense pain hit him.
The weight under him lightened as if something was torn off.
A shadow flashed past, and with his dim vision, he saw a ravenous wolf, its mouth full of tusks, carrying away his leg!
Little flesh still clung to the leg, and as the wolf ran, bits of flesh scattered, landing everywhere.
Meng Zifei’s pupils tightened, anger burning in his dark and sinister eyes.
His fingers twisted, transforming Qi Force into a Wind Blade to bisect the wolf in a flash.
If that leg were eaten and taken by the wolves, even if he survived the night, waking up the next day, he’d forever be a crippled, one-legged invalid!
Even though he killed the wolf that bit off his leg, he found himself unable to move easily, standing was extremely difficult, and before thinking of how to retrieve his leg.
The wolf’s corpse on the ground was pounced upon by several ravenous wolves; they did not eat their kin but rather fought over Meng Zifei’s leg.
Meng Zifei’s eyes filled with rage, shouting angrily.
His fleshless hands struggled to shift, but before spiritual power could emerge, a cold, sharp claw, with a ’thud’, stamped heavily on the back of his hand.
