Chapter 93 - 92: Final Wind

The wolf’s teeth, the wolf’s claws, the wolf’s mouth rapidly expanded before Tie Dan’s eyes.

Yes, wolves.

Without a master, chain, and rules to restrain them, they’re not dogs, they’re wolves.

The familiar scene leapt into view, and memories long thought dead suddenly flooded his heart.

Yes, he himself used to be a wolf.

"Run!"

"Run!"

"Run, Little Egg!"

Suddenly hearing his own name, Tie Dan whipped his head around.

Then the child, no taller than a wheel, saw himself standing on the vast snowy plains. The world was a dazzling white, so bright like light, it dazzled his eyes, and he couldn’t help but rub them.

Then, "whoosh—!" it went.

In the blink of an eye, a fierce wind lifted the ice flowers, stirring up a snowstorm.

A pack of white wolves leapt from the other side of a snow hill, galloping swiftly over the snow, like joyful sprites.

"Run, Little Egg! Run!"

Called Little Egg, the child giggled and began to run hard on the snow.

The pack of white wolves leapt past him one by one, whistling by, one after another, chasing and racing around the enormous ice lake. In no time, they vanished like the ice wind into the snow, disappearing behind the snow-covered mountains.

The child was left far behind, but he didn’t mind at all, just giggled joyfully, chasing the snowflakes kicked up by the wolf pack, the splashing ice dust landing on his face like a shower of twinkling stars.

Then, following the tail end of the wolf pack, was the lead wolf, gigantic as a hill, which took a small leap over half the ice lake. The stirred ice dust directly swept the giggling child into the snowdrift.

Instead of chasing the rest of the pups, it started leaping in circles around him like a rabbit.

"Come on, come on, Little Egg, faster, a bit faster, run with us!"

The child called Little Egg climbed out of the snowdrift, panting, and could run no further.

"Alas, why haven’t you grown fangs yet? When will you awaken?"

The wolf looked at this youngest one helplessly.

Then a woman leapt off the wolf’s back, her face shrouded in the sunlight refracted by the ice and snow, only looking at the child, her crystal-like pupils full of smile,

"There’s no need to rush, he will grow up, slowly, he will grow up, and become stronger than you, strong enough to cut off your head."

"Ho Ho Ho Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!"

The lead wolf laughed wildly, its howling echoing across the icy plains, causing the snow mountains to roll over and collapse.

"Good! I will wait for that day! Come on up!"

So the woman hugged the child, leapt onto the wolf’s back, and the white wolves galloped away, soaring out of the ice plains in an instant, racing with the snowstorm behind. Grinning, laughing against the wind,

"Lady Yuan! Sing a song!"

So the woman on the wolf’s back began to sing high in the ice storm, in the avalanche, in the northern wind.

"The storm ends and the wind howls, it smiles at me, mockingly laughing and arrogant, with a sad heart. The storm ends and it is overcast, will you come graciously? Don’t go, don’t come, steadily my thoughts wander. The storm ends and it is dim, no day is without dimness, dreaming and sleepless at night, wishing in my speech, does one sneeze. Dim dim its darkness, thundering its lightning, dreaming and sleepless at night, wishing in my heart, to no avail."

Tie Dan didn’t know what Lady Yuan was singing, he only knew that this was his happiest time.

Because they were all dead.

Yes.

People say that when death is near, you will see a revolving lantern.

The sights of a revolving lantern, figures flickering past, countless people, countless events, as if the short life he had barely experienced was being replayed before his eyes, as he approached the end.

Seeing Lady Yuan, seeing the Wolf Head, Tie Dan knew that he was probably going to die.

Born in the wolf nest, dying in the wolf’s jaws, finally returning to the wolf pack, isn’t that a release...?

Finally...

Returned home...

"Stop joking!!!"

Tie Dan suddenly opened his eyes!

He saw the wolf’s teeth and claws pass rapidly in front of him! All in vain!

No, not in vain! Struck! But only a fleeting shadow!

His body, was moving on its own!

Dodging! Evading!

At all costs!

To stay alive!

"Isn’t that obvious!! Who wants to die here!!"

Tie Dan roared, unleashing all his power, everything he had learned in his life! All pushed to the extreme! Like a beast trapped with no way out! Dodging left and right under the attack of the eight berserk wolf demons! Roaring furiously!

"Screw it! I still have to go home and play basketball!

How can I die here—!!

Turbocharged Divine Skill!!!

Activate, damn it—!!!!!!"

"Whoosh—"

And thus the Three-Turbo Divine Skill was activated.

The Divine Court shone, the heart muscle drummed wildly, the Dan abdomen roared.

Human strength, at this time and place, was urged to the extreme.

Tie Dan’s whole skeleton, muscles, all creaked and cracked, meridians and blood vessels roared fiercely. The muscles and bones of the entire body, were consumed, transformed, melted, boiled at a visible speed!

Yes, boiled! Liquefied flesh was like boiling water! Turning into bloody steam! Erupting from every pore, every Qi acupoint on the body! Dyeing the whole human form in blood!

"Whoosh—"

With this steamy ultra-pressured shrieking blood spray! Tie Dan’s whole body, most of the skin and flesh was instantly inflated! Burst apart! Exploded!

The whole person! Bursting Qi, bursting blood, bursting skin, went berserk!

Transformed into a crimson humanoid!

Blood Wind scattered across the sky! Spurted out from every pore!

Wrapped Tie Dan’s whole body, enclosing it in a cocoon-like cavity formed by essential blood skin membrane!

Then leaping with all force towards a distance...

No, wrong. It wasn’t him jumping.

It was going with the ’flow’, letting this world ’push’ him out...

"Shhh—"

The red light of blood flooded the view, the world swept past his eyes, electric light and blood shadows, like torrents flushing the blood cocoon, shifting sideways like rapids blocked by reefs.

"Boom—"

The pack’s killing rush followed right up, wildly flying fangs, all sweeping past Tie Dan and missing.

No, not missing, they hit, but it was in vain.

The Blood Shadow, though standing in place, seemed to be in a different dimension, a different space, visible yet untouchable. This situation, was beyond the understanding of these beasts with their mere fangs and sharp claws.

In the next moment.

The crimson Blood Shadow howled away, instantly translocating a thousand miles, flying out of the Kan Army Camp, leaving a meteor-like blood arc in the sky.

By the time the surrounding Generals reacted, the afterimage imprinted on their retinas had vanished a thousand miles away, leaving no trace.

"Blood, blood, blood..."

"Blood God’s Son!!"

"Demon Sect! The Demon Sect attacked the camp!"

"Demon Sect?"

Qiao Fa was hiding underground, eavesdropping on the commotion above.

He had just sung a song and casually set fire to the forage, yet these Northern people had gathered a thousand troops to chase him, which was utterly absurd...

Fortunately, with the Gourd Spirit’s help, spearing through the earth crazily, Qiao Fa barely escaped unscathed, not riddled with arrows.

It’s just that the pursuers, now irrational, refused to let him go. Relying on troops converging from all directions, coordinating with signal arrows to give orders, and Falcons to convey messages, within moments, a thousand Rangers had gathered, patrolling and searching every inch of the ground, forcing Qiao Fa to keep his head down and not dare to surface.

Just as he thought it was certain death, those mounted patrols suddenly yelled about the Demon Sect and Blood God’s Son, turned and retreated like the wind, leading their troops away.

"Was it...the Demon Sect? Or did they succeed..."

As per Qiao Fa’s plan, he’d hide underground until dark, and only surface when it’s confirmed safe outside, to avoid anyone lying in ambush.

But the Gourd Spirit did not comply.

"Chit chit chit!"

"What? What are you saying? I don’t understand you speaking in human language... Ow!"

Frustrated, the Gourd Spirit threw Qiao Fa out of the underground, commandeering the gourd to fly outside.

"Wait, wait for me!"

Panicked, Qiao Fa hurried to keep up, lowering his voice as he called out, chasing the treasured green glow.

He hadn’t gone far before he found it.

A dismembered, blood-soaked human figure lay on the ground.

It seemed this Blood Man was melting, like snow dissolving under sunlight, with skin, flesh, and blood turning into a pool of orange-red blood water, revealing bones and organs.

But astonishingly, this person wasn’t dead yet!

Inhaling... exhaling... inhaling... exhaling...

Alveoli, organs, larynx, pulse, all still moving spontaneously, forcing air in.

Even in such a state, still forcing oneself to stay alive!

"Tie...Young Hero Tie."

Qiao Fa recognized this unrecognizable wreck, and the broken sword clutched in its hand, realizing this person’s identity. He couldn’t help but feel a pang in his nose, almost tearing up.

To have ended up like this...

The gourd’s green light flashed suddenly, enlarging to the size of a wine barrel, and thudded to the ground.

Then the Gourd Spirit manipulated the winds, with the remaining Spiritual Power, wrapped up the mangled blood remains, merging with the ’Mountain Demon Bone’ hidden in the gourd, roughly retaining a human shape, and absorbed it into the gourd.

Realizing this, Qiao Fa wiped his face.

Indeed, this isn’t the time to cry, with the Kan Country’s soldiers and scouts still everywhere, and the piercing sound of army signal arrows faintly heard.

He must escape with the Young Hero.

So Qiao Fa hoisted the gourd onto his back, exerting himself to flee southward.