Ch 68: My Wolf Husband

In the deep forest under the moonlight, as the sacred spring in Dongshan bubbled and flowed, Fuli’s blood boiled. While holding his beloved close, he began to transform.

The man’s broad and powerful body grew even more robust, with claws emerging from his fingers and fangs lengthening. White wolf fur gradually covered his face as he struggled between human and wolf form.

Lin Shuishi had just returned to his senses from the overwhelming waves of emotion, but seeing Fuli transform into such a form left him stunned.

This was the werewolf he had seen in his dreams! Like a ghostly figure, breaking through the mirror-like clear lake, under the white tower, he had witnessed countless fierce silver beasts. They surged forth, transforming from giant wolves into human-wolf hybrids, ready to fight, ready to kill.

Fuli, the last descendant of the wolf gods in the world, had finally, in front of his lover, completed his transformation into his full battle form. He had finally, through the call of his bloodline, grown into full maturity without the protection of any tribe!

The half-human, half-wolf beast howled at the sky. Lin Shuishi, panting, looked up at the fearsome Fuli, who had become even more powerful! Those sharp fangs could easily tear his throat apart, and a single swipe of those claws could rip open his chest.

He looked up at the bare, muscular body, with bestiality raging and roaring incessantly within Fuli, and he felt no fear but rather a secret stirring of desire.

He both admired and revered him, both submitted to and loved him.

So, Lin Shuishi, naked, sat up and embraced Fuli’s waist, which was already covered in fur. The silver fur was no longer soft but firm and resilient, like impenetrable armor. Lin Shuishi raised his arm and gently stroked it, using his warm, soft body to comfort and embrace him.

Fuli, holding the one leaning against his waist, ceased his fierce roaring. Then, lowering his head, he began to sniff Lin Shuishi tentatively until he sensed the mingled breath of love and desire. His little mate felt no fear and did not retreat.

So, the beast, joyful and wild, pressed the naked man into the soft grass, showing him the unparalleled strength and power of his masculinity.

Spring grass sprouted on the charred land, and the last remnants of winter snow in the forest quietly melted, seeping into the earth to nourish new life. The beast, too, pressed down hard on his lover, sowing rich seeds. Life is a cycle, continually renewed in fierce yet devoted love.

The days spent in the forest were different from those in Dongshan. It was a cautious and ruthless battle. Fuli, leading a dozen white wolves, used the wolves’ unparalleled wild instincts to continuously wipe out several small squads of vine-armored soldiers.

With a cold and fierce expression, Fuli crushed the head of the last vine-man in this place. Lin Shuishi, surrounded by a few wolves, watched and pondered.

“These vine-men are like puppets controlled by vines. Besides being impervious to blades and spears, they only know how to kill, with no way to communicate. Let alone interrogate them—this is a real problem!”

Fuli bent down among the corpses of the vine-armored soldiers and picked up a purple vine seed. He held it up to the light, observing the familiar object. Deprived of nutrients, its roots struggled for a moment before withering away.

He brought the seed to Lin Shuishi, who hesitated to take it, instead leaning in to get a closer look. Instinctively, he blurted out, “What is this? A neidan? Whoa, a demon core!” Ever since waking up in this world, Lin Shuishi’s scientific worldview had been shattered into pieces. His mind now raced through thoughts of cultivation novels, his imagination running wild with ideas of humans, ghosts, gods, and demons.

As he gazed at the rugged yet handsome face of the man before him, he almost blurted out a phrase from those novels: “You audacious wolf demon, daring to double-cultivate with me and practice the art of harvesting yang!”

Fuli noticed the strange expression and excitement on Lin Shuishi’s face and clicked his tongue, guessing what wild thoughts were going through his head. He pinched the vine seed and, with a flick, sent it flying towards Lin Shuishi’s face with a “pop.”

“Ah!” Lin Shuishi yelped, jumping back in fright as the “demon core” fell to the ground, drawing the attention of several nearby wolves.

“You scoundrel wolf demon! How dare you try to harm this celestial lord!” he exclaimed.

Fuli, hearing the nonsensical ramblings of his companion, scooped him up and started walking, with the white wolves following cautiously behind.

Lin Shuishi settled down once he was held, though he still reached up to rub his forehead where the “demon core” had hit, being quite concerned for his safety.

Fuli found his squirming uncomfortable and held him tighter, his beast-like eyes filled with an unusual warmth and indulgence as he spoke, “What are you wiping off?”

Lin Shuishi felt the deep vibrations from Fuli’s chest as he spoke. Fuli’s voice always resonated deeply from his chest, making it sound both deep and somewhat indistinct, like the beast language he often used. Lin Shuishi loved hearing it and often found ways to get him to talk, just so he could happily rest his head on Fuli’s chest and listen.

“Just wiping off the—” He started to say “demon core,” but thinking it sounded a bit crazy, he instead asked, “What was that thing? Why was it moving?”

Fuli, realizing Lin Shuishi hadn’t recognized it, explained as they walked, “A seed, a vine seed. It’s the same as the ones under the ancestor’s bones in the forbidden ground, the ones I used to heal you.”

“What!” Lin Shuishi was startled and immediately lifted his head from Fuli’s chest. But then, thinking about it, he realized it made sense. In the golden pool of the forbidden ground in Dongshan, there were indeed many small green particles moving around, reflecting the golden light. Fuli had even fished some out to show him—they did look quite similar!

“Will I turn into a vine-armored soldier? Is this some kind of family tradition? That’s terrifying!” Lin Shuishi exclaimed, his head darting back and forth in panic.

Fuli gently pressed down on Lin Shuishi’s restless head. “No, you won’t. The vines are born alongside the wolf god’s remains, used to heal wounds and illnesses—it’s a sacred medicine.”

“Then how did they create those vine-armored soldiers, and why are they so… sinister?”

“They were corrupted and forcibly grown.” The vines, originally meant to be a healing remedy derived from the wolf god’s discarded flesh, had been twisted by some unknown means and implanted into living humans, turning them into mindless, walking corpses.

Lin Shuishi quickly understood. After thinking for a moment, he asked, “So, the vine seeds of the wolf god were stolen and used to harm people. Do you think the person behind this has something to do with your tribe?”

Fuli shook his head solemnly. “I was born after the tribe had already been wiped out. I was raised by wolves, so I have no kin and don’t know for sure.”

Hearing this, Lin Shuishi felt a pang of sympathy. He leaned in to hug Fuli’s strong shoulders, snuggling close. “You’ve done well, though—you still know so much.”

Fuli smiled and lifted Lin Shuishi slightly by cupping his round bottom. “Some knowledge comes naturally. When I reached adulthood, I remembered more, but not everything.”

The two of them continued to chat along the way, with Lin Shuishi gradually piecing things together. It seemed that whoever was behind this was targeting Fuli, but they hadn’t found him yet. However, they had already disrupted the enemy’s plans and destroyed many of their vine-armored soldiers. From now on, they’d need to be even more cautious and secretive in their investigations.

The wolves had chosen a very secluded spot to settle for the night, and they moved frequently to avoid detection. Even Lin Shuishi never knew where they would sleep each night, so he wasn’t too worried about being found. After all, even a cunning rabbit with three burrows is still just prey for a wolf. Who could track such cautious, cunning, and powerful hunters?

That night, they moved once again, but on their way to the next resting place, they encountered a group of ragged, desperate villagers in a difficult-to-navigate mountain pass. These people seemed to be fleeing from some disaster, and they were nearly out of food. A few able-bodied men, desperate to feed their families, had ventured into the deep forest, hoping to find something to eat.

The mountains still held some signs of life, but mostly in the form of large, hungry beasts. The villagers carried only a few sharpened sticks they had made themselves as weapons. Driven by the need to feed their families, they pushed into the forest, unaware that their weak human bodies were easy prey for the wild animals lurking within.

When Fuli heard the commotion and came through the forest to investigate, he saw that a few villagers had already been surrounded by three enormous wild boars!

“Little brother, I’ll run out and draw the boars away. Don’t look back, just run! Make sure you protect our mother!”

In this desperate situation, there was no other choice. The wild boars were as tall as a man’s waist, with tough, thick skin that a wooden stick couldn’t pierce! The sharp tusks on the side of their snouts had already killed one of their companions. They couldn’t all fall here—if they did, the elderly and children outside the forest would have no hope of survival.

“Brother! Let me go instead,” cried a boy, his face smeared with mud and his arm scratched, tugging at his brother’s tattered clothes.

But his brother turned and kicked him towards the forest’s edge, shouting to the others, “Take him and go!” Then, he grabbed a wooden stick and charged at the boars with a loud cry.

The wild boars, already tasting blood, were drawn to the sound and charged at the man with a roar!

“Brother!” The boy cried as he tried to run towards his brother, but the other villagers grabbed him around the waist and dragged him away. “Save whoever you can! Think of your mother! Run!”

The younger brother was being pulled away but refused to turn his head, watching as his brother fought the boars. The largest one was about to gore his brother, its tusks poised to rip him open. The boy was so terrified that he couldn’t even scream; his mind went blank.

Just when all hope seemed lost, a towering figure suddenly came sprinting out of the deep forest! The figure moved so quickly that the boy barely had time to react before he saw the figure pick up one of the sharp wooden sticks they had dropped earlier. Before the boar could reach the man, the figure extended his arm, and with a swift, powerful throw, the stick flew through the air.

With a single agonizing howl, the massive boar that had its tusks aimed at the man’s body was instantly pierced through the spine and collapsed.

The older brother, narrowly escaping death, gasped for breath as he collapsed onto the ground. The villagers quickly looked back to see an incredibly tall and muscular man, who, with just a few swift movements, took down another wild boar.

The last boar, in its death throes, reared up, tusks bared, and hooves digging into the ground as it roared and charged with all its might!

In the tense silence of the onlookers, the tear-streaked younger brother watched with wide eyes as the “man” grabbed the charging boar and, with the speed and ferocity of a wild wolf, swiftly twisted its body. The boar went limp.

The older brother, who was lying nearby with weakened legs, heard the chilling sound loud and clear—the sickening “crack” of the boar’s spine being broken by sheer force.

The scene grew tense for a moment. The villagers didn’t dare move; the towering figure was too intimidating! In these chaotic times, after this man had killed the wild boars, who knew if he might turn on them next? They might have had a chance to outrun the boars, but against this man, there was no hope. They’d all end up with a “crack” of their spines.

Just then, they saw another figure walk out from behind the hill. This one was smaller, looking quite gentle, though the hairstyle was rather peculiar. Still, they could make out that it was a young man.

Fuli didn’t speak; he glanced at the trembling villagers, then turned to walk behind Lin Shuishi, standing protectively by his side without saying a word.

Lin Shuishi, accustomed to cleaning up after Fuli, quickly spoke, “Uh, don’t be afraid. This is my husband. We’re hunters living nearby in the mountains, and we’ve been lying in wait for these wild boars for a while. It’s just lucky timing today.”

“Uh, are you alright?”

“Brother!” Before anyone could respond, the young boy had already broken free from the others and rushed to his brother’s side, helping him up. “Brother, are you okay? Waaa…”

The man, finally coming to his senses, looked at the gentle young man in front of him and felt like he had just come back to life. He patted his little brother’s head reassuringly but still didn’t dare speak to Fuli, only stammering his thanks to Lin Shuishi.

“Th-thank you for saving my life. Thank you, benefactor!”

“Oh, it’s nothing. We were just hunting. I’m glad you’re okay,” Lin Shuishi said, sizing up the dust-covered brothers.

“The mountains around here are dangerous and remote. You look like ordinary villagers; why are you heading this way?”

The man finally steadied himself, and the others came over as well. “Ah, the fighting has started! The barbarians will break through in a few days. You should leave here too, benefactor! The barbarians leave no one alive—they’ll slaughter the whole town!”

Lin Shuishi was shocked. “What? The fighting has started?” How could they fight with so few support troops under Jiang Zhao? Could it be that they hadn’t managed to hold the city?

His head was full of questions, but the villagers, focused only on escaping with their lives, knew nothing of the military situation. He couldn’t get any more information out of them.

Hearing that there were old and young ones waiting outside the forest, Lin Shuishi decided not to delay any longer. He urged the group to leave quickly so they wouldn’t worry their families.

The villagers, still shaken, made their way out of the forest, while Lin Shuishi glanced back at Fuli. Fuli raised an eyebrow, saying nothing, and then turned to drag the wild boar carcasses, following Lin Shuishi out of the forest.

Outside, the elderly and children were anxiously waiting, with some women searching for any edible wild plants despite their hunger. When they saw their men limping out of the forest, they rushed over. While relieved to see them safe, they were disappointed that no food had been found.

Just as the villagers were feeling desperate, they saw two more people emerging from the forest. One of them was a towering man—intimidating but very handsome. Most importantly, he was casually dragging two wild boars behind him.

Lin Shuishi didn’t say much to them. He dropped the wild boars off and then started walking back into the forest with Fuli. They had crossed paths by chance and offered some help, and that was that.

But halfway through their walk, Lin Shuishi suddenly remembered something. Before he could speak, Fuli turned towards the deeper part of the forest and gave a low call. Soon after, the little white wolf’s uncle emerged from a thicket.

This wolf had a playful nature, and it looked friendly and handsome, certainly more pleasant to the eye than those rough wild boars.

The villagers were just about to start skinning the wild boars when they saw a giant white wolf strolling out of the forest. Its white fur was incredibly sleek! It looked both beautiful and majestic. Two children exclaimed in awe, only to have their mouths quickly covered by the adults.

No one dared to move as the wolf slowly approached them. Its blue eyes were calm, and it didn’t growl, attack, or show any signs of aggression. Instead, it simply walked around them and… lifted its leg to mark its territory with a circle of urine.

As Lin Shuishi was heading back, he saw the white wolf returning, looking completely at ease.

“What did it go off to do?” he asked.

Fuli, noticing his companion’s confusion, replied casually, “Just marking the territory.”

“Huh?”

“Leaving its scent, so other beasts won’t come near.”

Just as Lin Shuishi was about to ask how it did that, the smell of the wolf’s marking drifted over, carried by the wind.

“…”

Well, that’s definitely its style!