Chapter 136: with translation of chapter title

Crack! a crisp sound, the ice blood scab shattered, and dark red blood spurted out.

The Icefield Demon Bear roared in pain, lifting its head, the sound wave made both people's eardrums ache, and snow kept falling from the Underground Cave's ceiling.

Li Qingxuan pulled Huang Rong to hide deeper in the Underground Cave, watching the snow and embedded ice chunks smash onto the Icefield Demon Bear's head, both remained on guard.

The Icefield Demon Bear shook off the snow on its head, solemnly gazing at the two on the ground; seeing that it could not quickly kill the two threatening its offspring while continually getting wounded itself, it suddenly lowered its attack stance, slowly stepped back two paces, and emitted a low, mournful moan from its throat, like a warning yet also a compromise.

Li Qingxuan panted heavily, gripping the Broken Spear tightly, his eyes fixed on every move of the Icefield Demon Bear, daring not to relax his vigilance.

Huang Rong leaned against him, her face somewhat pale, but her gaze remained resolute.

The Black Goat stood beside them, head lowered, emitting a low growl, ready to charge again at any moment.

The Icefield Demon Bear stared at them for a while, then suddenly turned, used its forepaw to scrape away the snow piled at the cave mouth, its massive body slowly squeezed out, and vanished into the wind and snow.

The Underground Cave fell silent at once, only the howling of the wind and snow drifting in from the mouth.

Li Qingxuan and Huang Rong exchanged a glance, each seeing relief at having survived in the other's eyes; Li Qingxuan patted the Black Goat's head, signaling it to relax, then turned to Huang Rong and said, "It has left for now, but we cannot let our guard down—this place is never safe. Once the wind and snow ease a bit, we'll set off immediately."

Huang Rong nodded slightly and whispered, "All right, we need to leave this place as soon as possible."

At that moment, the wind and snow outside the Underground Cave had diminished considerably; the two stood at the mouth looking out and saw that the wind and snow were much lighter than before.

Li Qingxuan turned to Huang Rong and said, "The wind and snow have died down a lot; let's set off now—we still need to look for the markers we left along the way." Huang Rong gave a light nod and leaned against Li Qingxuan.

The two rode the Black Goat away from the Underground Cave; after the perilous pursuit by the Icefield Demon Bear, they no longer intended to keep searching for any Weird Creature, and, following the direction they had come from, embarked on the journey home.

After walking for a long time, the surrounding scenery hardly changed—still an endless icefield and howling gales—and the two never saw the markers they had left.

Li Qingxuan ordered the Black Goat to halt, observed the surroundings, and frowned slightly, saying, "The direction on this icefield is too hard to discern; the blizzard has completely covered our tracks, and we seem to have lost our way."

Upon hearing this, Huang Rong's heart tightened, but she quickly steadied herself and said, "Don't panic; let's search carefully for the markers we left earlier—we might yet find the correct route."

The two began a meticulous search of the area, yet the raging blizzard seemed to conspire against them, burying all the markers they had left deep under thick snow, making them hard to find.

As time passed, the freezing wind and snow continually stole the two's body heat, their stamina steadily draining; Huang Rong's breathing grew short and heavy, her cheeks turned red from the cold, and her hands and feet gradually lost sensation.

"Going on like this won't work; we must first find a place to take shelter, or else you won't make it through the night," Li Qingxuan said, panting heavily.

Huang Rong nodded, and the two began searching nearby for a place to block the wind.

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Finally, they discovered a small earthen mound covered in ice and snow; on its backside was a little depression that could just accommodate the two of them.

They hurried into the depression, wrapping their bodies tightly with the blankets and clothing they carried, trying to fend off the bone‑chilling cold; relying on Li Qingxuan's warm body, Huang Rong's temperature gradually rose, and her hands and feet slowly regained feeling.

The Black Goat's massive body blocked the wind and snow, lessening the chill for the two; it lay quietly at the entrance of the depression, like a loyal sentinel.

Li Qingxuan and Huang Rong clung tightly together, sharing body heat; in the darkness, they pressed close, listening to the howl of the outside wind, both feeling a little uneasy.

They did not know what consequences this loss of direction would bring, nor whether they could smoothly find their way back.

But both understood that they must stay calm and vigilant in order to survive in this harsh environment.

Although their bodies were utterly exhausted, their nerves remained taut; on this icefield, any slack could bring deadly danger.

At that moment, a faint wolf howl drifted from afar, sounding especially clear in the still night.

Li Qingxuan's and Huang Rong's faces grew grave; they knew that on this icefield wolves usually appear in packs, and if they were targeted by a wolf pack, it would be an extremely difficult battle.

The Black Goat also seemed to sense the danger, its ears twitching slightly as it emitted a low growl.

Li Qingxuan gripped the Broken Spear tightly, Huang Rong firmly grasped the Short Dagger, and both readied themselves for battle.

As the wolf howls grew nearer, a pack of agile Icefield Wolves appeared in their sight, these wolves covered head to toe in thick white fur, their eyes flashing with an eerie green light; they surrounded Li Qingxuan, Huang Rong, and the Black Goat in a tight circle, letting out fierce low growls.

The leading Icefield Wolf was the largest in size, its eyes revealing cunning and ferocity; evidently it was the pack's leader.

This Wolf King paced slowly, circling Li Qingxuan, Huang Rong, and the Black Goat once, occasionally emitting a low roar, as if assessing their strength.

【Weird Creature: Icefield Demon Wolf】

【Type: Flesh Type】

【Constitution: 762】

【Spirit: 520】

【Grade: A】

【Abilities: Air Cannon, Flesh Strengthening, Bloody Slaughter】

【Weak Points: Head, Waist, Anus】

【Description: Top predator of the icefield, 5 meters long, covered in snowy white fur; ice‑blue vertical pupils can see through blizzards, favoring pack hunting. The Wolf King can strengthen itself, growing bolder the more it fights, and can fire air cannons from its mouth—a nightmare for travelers in frigid zones.】

Seeing the Wolf King's stats, Li Qingxuan felt a surge of joy; he whispered to Huang Rong, "Rong sister, I've found a way home—if I can tame the Wolf King, I can have them lead us back."

Huang Rong blinked, then instantly grasped Li Qingxuan's intention; she gave a slight nod, a flicker of trust and resolve crossing her eyes: "All right, be careful."

Afterwards, Li Qingxuan ordered the Black Goat to protect Huang Rong, took a deep breath, fixed his gaze on the Wolf King, and stepped forward.

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