In a rugged, verdant mountain range, the serene scenery forms a delicate ink painting of lush trees merging with the blue sky and white clouds.
This tranquil mountain range stretches over dozens of miles, starkly contrasting with the bustling city in the distance.
At this moment, deep within the mountains, stands a giant peak thousands of feet tall. On a sharp rock at its summit, a young man stands.
The young man's face is smooth and fair, exuding defined and cool features. His deep black eyes shimmer with a captivating hue, with a prominent nose and thick eyebrows, at first glance a strikingly refined gentleman.
Yet, this young man is bare-chested, wearing only a pair of linen pants, his sharply defined muscles like hills, brimming with explosive power.
Moreover, on the young man's back is a blue tattoo.
The tattoo strikingly resembles a wolf's head, covering the entire back, its eyes cold and vivid, every detail lifelike, each hair seemingly real.
Standing atop the mountain, the young man murmured to himself, "I have finally succeeded! For the first time in eighteen years, I am descending the mountain this time to stand at the world's peak! I will uncover the mystery of my origins! City, here comes Wang Yan!"
With this thought, the young Wang Yan's chest swelled with pride, and he let out a long, skyward howl. This howl soared to the heavens, causing the vast mountain range to echo with a rumble, sounding like a giant wolf roaring at the sky.
As the howl resonated, wolves began to emerge from the surrounding dense forests, standing atop the mountain peaks.
On dozens of surrounding mountain tops, tens of thousands of gray wolves surged forth, raising their heads and howling at Wang Yan's giant peak, as if answering him.
Looking around, the mountains were densely packed, the wolf's cries joining in unison.
The mountain wind blew, causing Wang Yan's black hair to drift with the breeze, exuding an air of dominion over all.
The howl ceased, and Wang Yan turned around, heading back to a hut on the mountain top.
The hut was extremely simple, but inside was filled with various books and bamboo scrolls, including works such as "Inner Canon of the Yellow Emperor," "The Art of War," "Compendium of Materia Medica," among others.
Furthermore, these books were all authentic, their pages yellowed, bamboo strips weathered. Any one of them, if taken to the city below, would surely cause a sensation.
Yet Wang Yan didn't even glance at these texts, casually grabbing a tiger-skin vest and draping it over his body, covering the wolf pattern on his back.
Afterward, Wang Yan stepped out of the hut, swiftly moving to the edge of the cliff, addressing the surrounding wolves, "I am leaving, you remain in the mountain to guard here."
With that, Wang Yan let out another howl, leaping downward from the towering mountain peak.
Under normal circumstances, leaping down from such a high mountain would lead to shattered bones, but Wang Yan, like a monkey, lightly touched down on the crowns of giant trees, his body gently floating forward, rushing toward the mountain's exterior.
As Wang Yan ran, the howl from his mouth continued uninterrupted, echoing through the green mountains like a dragon soaring through the sky.
Wang Yan ran faster and faster, the howl growing more urgent, until only a blue shadow could be seen weaving through the forest, gradually vanishing into the distance.
The mountain wolves watched Wang Yan as he moved further away, all kneeling on their forelegs, bowing their heads in worship.
Tens of thousands of wolves in homage, this was the wolves' tribute to the Wolf King.
When Wang Yan disappeared into the green, only then did the wolves raise their heads, longingly gazing in the direction he departed, eyes reflecting a hint of regret.
Half an hour later, Wang Yan stood on a small hill at the mountain's outer edge, beyond which lay the bustling city.
Wang Yan was full of confidence, thinking to himself: I have studied hard for eighteen years; the Demon Pattern Divine Technique is nearly mastered, proficient in martial arts, medicine, and poison. Completing the master's task shouldn't be difficult. Once fulfilled, standing atop the world, I will uncover my heritage.
Wang Yan thought, his heart filled with ambition, his eyes gleaming with determination, ready to descend into the city.
At that moment, his gaze suddenly fixed on a spot below the mountain, his eyes filled with hesitation and doubt.
Following Wang Yan's gaze, a girl stood midway down the mountain.
Seeing this girl, approximately seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a pink blouse. Despite its simplicity, her proud figure made her incredibly stunning, her exposed skin as smooth as porcelain.
Her lower half dressed in pale jeans, her figure slender, legs straight as if an art piece, flawlessly perfect.
Especially her long black hair, cascading like a waterfall upon her shoulders, her oval face beneath her bangs adorned with curved eyes, blinking under long lashes, appearing charmingly captivating.
No matter the angle, this girl was the epitome of beauty, left Wang Yan strangely hesitant.
Yet, upon seeing this girl, Wang Yan's mind recalled a saying: Ancient wisdom says, women of the world are enigmatic, akin to demons!
"Could this be a demon? It doesn't quite seem so. However, in the city, I will inevitably deal with these demons. Having encountered one today, I will observe in secret, to see if there's any demon art," Wang Yan thought, coldly observing the girl.
At that moment, the girl suddenly opened her mouth and let out a piercing scream: "Help—"
Wang Yan was focused on observing this demon, so he hadn't noticed that the girl was standing at the edge of the cliff, with seven or eight lecherous men in front of her.
The seven or eight men formed a circle, enclosing the girl in the center. The two leaders in front, one fat and one thin, were grinning and staring at the girl, their eyes glinting with lust.
"Help—" The girl kept screaming.
The fat man grinned and said, "Stop shouting. We kidnapped you and brought you to this desolate mountain wilderness; no one will come to rescue you."
The thin man stepped forward, licked his lips, and said, "Who would have thought, Beiming family heiress, Miss Beiming Xue, would be ours to enjoy."
This girl turned out to be the Beiming family's heiress, named Beiming Xue.
Terrified, Beiming Xue took a step back, but behind her was a sheer cliff. One more step back and she would fall, leaving no remains.
Seeing this, Wang Yan scratched his head, somewhat puzzled: "Obviously, these men seem very weak, so why does this demon appear frightened?"
At this moment, the two men closed in on Beiming Xue and reached out their evil hands towards her.
Beiming Xue dashed forward, trying to escape between the two men.
As the two men reached out their hands, there was a ripping sound, and Beiming Xue was pulled back by the two men, both sleeves were torn off, revealing arms smooth like lotus roots.
Upon seeing such perfect arms, the two men's eyes brightened with desire, and they both lunged for Beiming Xue.
Seeing her fate was unavoidable, Beiming Xue gritted her teeth and screamed as she leapt into the air.
Upon seeing this, Wang Yan on the mountaintop nodded, feeling absolutely sure that this demon was about to unleash her power.
However, the next moment Wang Yan's eyes nearly popped out, as he saw Beiming Xue, although jumping, didn't attack the two men but instead jumped backward, into the abyss.
"Su... Suicide? What kind of demon art is this? Well, better to save her first!" Wang Yan, only then coming to his senses, was driven by his innate sense of justice, temporarily abandoning his doubts about the demon, leapt from the peak, also plunging towards the cliff where Beiming Xue had fallen.
The two men only saw a dark shadow fall from above, disappearing into the cliff, without understanding what had happened.
They hurried to the edge of the cliff, but all they saw below were swirling white clouds, unable to spot a single figure.
After leaping from the cliff, Wang Yan tapped his feet repeatedly against the cliff face, accelerating himself, and soon caught up with the young girl.
At this point, Beiming Xue was falling head-first downward, completely unaware of Wang Yan behind her.
Wang Yan swiftly closed in on Beiming Xue's back, stretched out his right arm, reaching under Beiming Xue's armpit, and pulled her into his embrace.
Meanwhile, Wang Yan extended his left arm, grabbing for prominent rocks on the cliff.
But the speed of their fall was too fast; Wang Yan couldn't hold onto the rocks, and instead, their descent kept accelerating towards the base of the mountain, threatening to shatter them to pieces.
Wang Yan squinted his eyes, silently exclaimed, "Demon Pattern Divine Technique!"
With Wang Yan's words, the wolf head tattoo on his back suddenly emitted a faint cyan glow.
Then Wang Yan's eyes shone brightly, emitting a chilling light like that of a giant wolf; his ears perked up, keenly aware like a giant wolf, among his neat teeth, there was a pair slightly sharp, resembling the fangs of a giant wolf.
Wang Yan's entire body radiated an aura akin to the cold and fierce nature of a wolf.
With a low growl, Wang Yan extended his right arm, hand shaped like a claw, and clawed at the cliff face. The cliff was extremely hard, unyielding to Wang Yan's previous attempts to grab it.
But this time, Wang Yan's hand was like an iron hook, digging into the mountain rock. With a tearing sound, the hard rock was treated like tofu, deeply penetrated.
Despite this, the two continued their rapid descent.
However, Wang Yan's hand firmly grasped the cliff, and as they fell, Wang Yan's right hand continuously ripped through the rock, countless fragments falling and scattering down the mountain.
Finally, they came to a stop, and on the smooth cliff face appeared a straight groove carved by five fingers.
Wang Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and as he held onto Beiming Xue's right hand, he thought: What's this about women being demons? Her body is so soft, not really like a demon!
Just when Wang Yan's fear of the "demon" slightly diminished, he heard Beiming Xue in his arms suddenly let out a sharp and terrified scream: "Let me go—"