Chapter 427: Be My Mountain Guardian

Damn, I didn't expect this wolf pack to have tactics—first sending the old, weak, sick, and disabled to the front, while the truly combat‑ready young wolves lurk in the shadows, waiting to strike!

Looking up, I saw the fierce snow wolves closing in, as many as seven or eight of them.

Even though Lin Yang had experienced a hundred battles, it was utterly impossible for him to survive unharmed from so many wolves' mouths.

I myself couldn't possibly survive, but at least I couldn't leave the danger here—this would only speed up their discovery of Miss Lin's presence, so I had to lure them all away.

If they ate him, the wolf pack might not risk going for a second target, keeping Miss Lin safe.

Thinking this, Lin Yang faced death like homecoming, gritted his teeth and ran deeper without looking back.

The wolf pack pursued relentlessly, but the harsh environment and thick snow didn't let them catch up to Lin Yang that quickly.

Lin Meng followed secretly, her heart already forming a new evaluation of Lin Yang.

Seeing him already surrounded by the snow wolf pack, with the bullets in his hunting rifle exhausted, his survival chance was zero.

Lin Meng sighed, then acted.

She gathered spiritual power into her flying sword, and in the next second she drove the sword downward, while she herself hovered in midair, overlooking the whole battlefield.

The flying sword's wind‑breaking sound howled past, and in just a breath it swiftly pierced the head of the snow wolf nearest to Lin Yang.

This sudden scene stunned the wolf pack, and left Lin Yang staring in disbelief.

What's going on? Where did this flying sword come from?

Wait! A flying sword?!

Could there really be an otherworldly hermit hidden in these Kunlun Mountains?

Just as Lin Yang was stunned, the flying sword brushed past his body and shot out again at high speed, consecutively reaping the lives of two snow wolves.

Lin Yang finally came to his senses, his gaze instantly following that flying sword; once he truly saw it clearly, his whole body began to tremble slowly from shock.

Seeing the unknown danger, the wolf pack, after losing several adult wolves in succession, grew fearful and dared not advance further.

Lin Meng seized the moment to release her pressure; this space inexplicably felt oppressive, the wolf pack could no longer resist, and they fled with whimpers, tails tucked.

Having witnessed all this, Lin Yang felt that what had just happened was too fantastical, yet he couldn't help but believe it.

By the time he reacted, the wolf pack had vanished, leaving only the snow wolf corpses on the ground constantly reminding Lin Yang that what had just occurred was not an illusion but real.

At this moment, the flying sword moved again, slowly rising as if to depart.

Lin Yang stared curiously at the flying sword, watching it fly up into the high sky, finally hovering beneath a pair of snow boots.

Lin Yang's heart jolted, his breath halted.

Someone is in the air!

He held his breath and lifted his gaze; when he made out the figure standing in midair, it felt as if something exploded in his mind, his whole body instantly turned to a wooden statue, unable to look away.

The otherworldly hermit is actually Miss Lin!

Lin Meng drove her flying sword downward, slowly coming to Lin Yang's front and waving her hand.

"You've come to your senses, you're also bold—knowing you can't match so many snow wolves, how dare you lure them away alone?"

Fortunately, the one who hired him is me; otherwise this young man would surely have to answer for it tonight.

After Lin Meng's words fell, Lin Yang gradually came to his senses, looking at the girl before him who had instantly captured his heart, and suddenly felt as if they were worlds apart.

She can fly, and she's so powerful—what kind of being is she exactly?

They seem not to be of the same world; my still‑budding affection looks like it will wither.

Lin Yang opened his mouth, but couldn't answer even the last sentence.

To speak frankly, tell Lin Meng: does he not want to see her die, planning to trade his own life for her a path to survival?

After seeing her power with his own eyes, such an explanation would only seem laughable to him, something he couldn't bring himself to say.

She's that strong; there's simply no need for him to protect her with his life.

It seemed she sensed Lin Yang's emotion, and Lin Meng let out a quiet sigh.

"Let's go back to the camp first and talk later—you must have sweated a lot, you need to hurry back and take care of it."

Lin Meng walked ahead, Lin Yang closely followed behind, but he no longer dared to walk side by side with her.

Arriving at the camp, Lin Yang returned to his tent to deal with his soaked inner clothing.

Although he had already prepared himself for death earlier, he was still human; facing the imminent end of being torn apart and eaten by snow wolves, fear was unavoidable, and his body had long been drenched in cold sweat.

Only now, after coming to his senses, did he discover how terribly cold his whole body felt—one more step and he might have succumbed to hypothermia.

Lin Yang didn't know how Lin Meng viewed him—whether she thought he was overreaching, given that he could only rely on his hunting rifle to inflict limited harm on the wolf pack, yet he still alone lured them away.

Perhaps others would certainly be moved, but after learning that Lin Meng is no ordinary person, Lin Yang grew ever less certain whether his actions were overreaching.

After changing his clothes, Lin Yang stepped out of his tent and saw Lin Meng standing by the ice lake, gazing up at the sun and moon.

This scene was beautiful beyond words, yet Lin Yang now could not muster a single romantic thought; he felt that doing so to Lin Meng would be a desecration.

Lin Meng heard the movement behind her and turned to look at Lin Yang.

"Come over."

Hearing that, Lin Yang took three steps in two and ran over.

The relationship between the two had already developed a subtle shift.

Originally, as a guide, Lin Yang still held the superior position in their interactions; he would occasionally remind Lin Yang what to watch out for, even feeling quite useful, and Lin Meng needed to rely on him.

But now, Lin Yang has become the one chasing after her, and he could never catch up to Lin Meng in a lifetime.

Lin Meng didn't have the energy to deal with Lin Yang's emotions, but she clearly noticed his change.

She thought for a moment and said:

"Isn't it shocking? I can actually fly, I'm this powerful—why would I still need to hire you to accompany me into the mountains?"

Lin Yang was stunned by her words, then quickly shook his head.

He didn't think that way, nor did he intend to blame Lin Meng.

He just felt that he seemed to have become useless, instead turning into a burden.

Lin Meng saw Lin Yang staying silent, feeling very low, and she sighed:

You don't need any psychological burden; I've seen your qualifications—you're very talented, your wilderness survival experience is also very rich, and to have such ability at your age already surpasses many people.

I won't say any nice words, but I have an idea I want to tell you; whether you agree is up to you.

Tomorrow you take your equipment and go down the mountain yourself, return to the village and wait for me; I will continue to explore inside.

If nothing unexpected happens, I will go into seclusion in the depths of Kunlun Mountain, and I will also leave a marker here; later I may often go into the mountain, and if you're willing, would you be willing to be my mountain guardian?

Lin Yang never expected Lin Meng to say these things, nor did he expect her to think so highly of him, even wanting to appoint him as mountain guardian.

You mean be your personal mountain guardian?

Lin Meng stared for a moment, then nodded.

Something like that; your qualifications are not bad, I will teach you cultivation, and from now on you will help me guard this mountain.