Chapter 193: The Wolf Pack's Pursuit

"I seem to have transmigrated into an ordinary ancient dynasty, right? Why do I suddenly have a déjà vu of transmigrating into a weird xianxia world? Has the yellow-skinned weasel I chopped up come for revenge?" Chen Wuji remained vigilant, muttering to himself.

At this moment, this atmosphere really is too much like a Ghost Hitting Wall.

He suddenly thought of a problem.

In the eyes of the villagers of Fangyuan, Shenxian Ling is a human forbidden zone hiding countless secrets and legends; many of the animals here are not merely animals, they also carry legends and stories on their backs.

Could it be that those things are actually real?

After all, even tigers understand human relations so well; suspecting in this direction also seems reasonable.

"I've lived two lifetimes and still haven't seen any demons or monsters; come out and let me broaden my horizons!" Chen Wuji shouted loudly. The unknown makes people uneasy, which is natural, but it hasn't yet frightened Chen Wuji to the point of losing his courage.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the woods, and a strong smell of blood assailed his nostrils. That smell wasn't just pure fishiness; it was mixed with a lot of stench, like a combination of an outhouse and blood.

This smell is getting closer and closer to that of a yellow-skinned weasel.

But it's not that foul.

"Come out, I'll confer divinity upon you!" Chen Wuji shouted.

He has also read many stories about yellow-skinned weasels; it seems every weasel with a hint of mystery likes this flavor, though he doesn't know whether Northeastern culture is just that strong or if yellow-skinned weasels are simply like that.

The rustling in the woods gradually grew louder.

Chen Wuji drew his bow like a full moon and suddenly shot an arrow, saying, "You won't even give me this little face? You seem to look down on me. Playing gods and ghosts with me, let's see if you've got the ability—I, a transmigrated Laborer!"

Whoosh!

The arrow, with a sharp whistling sound, fell into the forest.

Immediately after, a howling sound rang out.

"So it's you bunch of beasts!" Chen Wuji felt reassured in his heart.

As long as it's not a truly weird incident, that's fine.

The commotion in the surrounding woods grew louder and louder, and movement appeared on three sides of Chen Wuji.

This scene seemed familiar.

Chen Wuji, without waiting for the opponent to show his head, repeatedly drew his bow and nocked arrows.

Two of the arrows produced a sound; the others missed.

Before Chen Wuji could nock another arrow, a sturdy white wolf suddenly sprang from the woods and lunged at him; this wolf was much larger than the others, about twice their size.

Chen Wuji hastily threw down his bow and arrows, drew his knife with a backhand, stepped forward, and fiercely chopped down.

The knife struck empty air; the wolf was very agile and dodged it.

This wolf not only has a larger body, its brain seems to have kept pace with its size.

Leaping to one side, its pair of scarlet eyes glowed with a human-like light as it sized up Chen Wuji, giving him the feeling that it was looking for his weakness.

This wolf must be a leader among wolves, possibly even a rare wolf king.

When this beast crouched like that, it truly exuded a kingly aura.

Then four more wolves dashed out of the woods.

Two followed behind the white wolf, while the other two blocked Chen Wuji's path down the mountain. One of them had an arrow stuck in its leg; it wasn't life-threatening, just causing a limp.

"You bunch of beasts, aren't you done yet?" Chen Wuji's expression turned cold, though he felt a bit nervous; this white wolf was somewhat strong, and with four helpers, he seemed unable to prevail.

But losing the person cannot mean losing the formation; he had to project his aura fully.

The pack of wolves in the mountains clearly had their eyes on him.

This situation made Chen Wuji even suspect whether he had stumbled into some jungle war.

Earlier, he had unintentionally helped that tiger once, and then these wolves mistook him for the tiger's human ally? The animal world shouldn't be that complicated, right?

The white wolf's ferocious eyes stared steadily at Chen Wuji, as if it had given up on attacking him again, while those four lackeys bared their teeth, eager to try.

Chen Wuji stood motionless like a mountain, adopting a defensive stance.

He also wanted to take the initiative, but he couldn't move.

This is a long slope; if he moved even slightly, his body would be hard to keep balanced, giving these beasts an opportunity—if they landed a hit, he would fall into a disadvantage.

In a situation where the enemy outnumbers us, we cannot show the slightest opening.

Suddenly, the two wolves crouched directly in front of Chen Wuji moved.

At that very moment, the forest suddenly transmitted a dense rumbling, like a mountain flood exploding; the sound came quickly, and the answer was revealed just as fast.

A herd of wild boars surged past Chen Wuji's front like a flood.

Those two wolves hadn't yet lunged at Chen Wuji's face when they were swept up by the herd of wild boars.

After the wild boars trudged away through the thickets, only one of the two wolves remained—and it was dead.

It seemed to have been knocked flying by the wild boars and then trampled to death.

Chen Wuji's mouth twitched slightly; after staying in the mountains for so long, he really could see all kinds of strange phenomena.

Such a large herd of wild boars is very rare.

Moreover, its appearance was this coincidental…

No!

Chen Wuji's expression turned grim; the wild boars were fleeing in such panic, as if they were being driven away by something—they weren't migrating, they were escaping.

What will come behind?

Chen Wuji turned his head to look, but saw nothing.

It seemed the herd of wild boars had just happened to appear like that.

At that moment, the white wolf suddenly moved.

It raised its head and let out a long howl, then shot forth like a bolt of silk.

But its target was not Chen Wuji, but the direction where the wild boars had just appeared.

As it moved, Chen Wuji also moved.

Opportunity must not be lost; once lost, it will not come again.

He fiercely lunged out, swinging Knife and directly taking one of the gray wolves.

This time, Chen Wuji caught the wolf off guard.

That wolf had just thought to react when Chen Wuji severed its head with a single Knife.

These two wolves seemed to be hesitating whether to follow their leader in charging forward; they never expected that Chen Wuji, the food in their mouths, would launch a surprise attack at this moment.

He killed a wolf with one Knife strike; Chen Wuji quickly withdrew.

The remaining gray wolf, without hesitation, bared its teeth and lunged over.

One-on-one, Chen Wuji felt no pressure.

If it weren't for worrying that the white wolf might suddenly come kill him, he would even seriously consider where to strike with the Knife so as to completely preserve this wolf's Wolf Skin.

After only a few exchanges, that wolf was killed by Chen Wuji's single Knife strike under the Knife.

Having cleared the threats around him, Chen Wuji finally had the leisure to look toward the inside of the grove.

From there came the sounds of fighting and biting, but it wasn't very intense, and it seemed to be gradually fading away.

What exactly is inside the grove?

Could it be that old tiger who understands human affairs?

What just happened is too much of a coincidence; the possibility that it's that tiger is the greatest.

But that possibility is a bit far-fetched.

Did the tiger, upon timely discovering that its benefactor had met with an accident, drive away the wild boar herd to render aid?

How come things seem to be taking a strange turn?

Or must we in the future also face a 'riding the tiger, unable to dismount'?