Lately, Chang Ruhui had been having a huge headache.

Because he had lost the Hundred Beasts King, the Thousand Beasts King, the Ten Thousand Beasts King, and a host of other Beast Kings.

Without this backbone of his forces, even a Master of the Slave Path like him was in a situation akin to "a clever housewife can’t cook without rice."

Sure, he could still command his million-strong wolf pack.

But he could no longer direct them to strike wherever he pleased as he had before. It was no longer as simple as eating and drinking.

Worse, without the Beast Kings to keep them in check, it was highly likely that conflicts would break out between different wolf packs, and even within the same pack, leading to a mutiny!

Under these unfavorable circumstances, Chang Ruhui turned to Chen Kui for help, asking to borrow troops.

Just then, Chen Ying, for reasons of her own, also followed her older sister Chen Kui to the Taihang Mountains.

Since Fang Yang was stationed at Luoyun Mountain to keep things under control, Chang Ruhui didn’t dispatch any powerful experts there to suppress the wolf packs.

He simply sent a messenger with a letter, warning them to be wary of any incidents with the wolf packs, and Chen Ying took the opportunity to join the messenger group.

But, as fate would have it, their worst fears came true.

The Flying Boat Chen Ying was on was only halfway there when the wolf packs in the Taihang Mountains began to roar, rebel, and fight amongst themselves.

They picked up speed, rushing as fast as they could, and finally reached Luoyun Mountain.

And Luoyun Mountain was now also in a state of rebellion.

A horde of Vermilion Flame Wolves was rising up, preparing to attack the stockade!

...

A hundred people, and you’ll see all sorts of characters.

A thousand people, and they’ll blot out the sky and cover the earth.

"AWOO!", "Awooo..."

The sound of wolves howling echoed endlessly throughout the entire mountain range.

And on Luoyun Mountain, the howls of the Vermilion Flame Wolves also rose in alarm.

Vermilion Flame Wolves are Fire Dao Fierce Beasts. When they gathered, they were like a great conflagration.

When they ran, flames would surge, a Fierce Flame igniting to burn down the mountain and set the forest ablaze.

At this very moment, outside the Luoyun Mountain stockade, thousands of fiery streaks of light galloped forth.

Looking closely, one could see that these fiery streaks were, in fact, ferocious Vermilion Flame Wolves!

If they were allowed to breach the stockade, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Damn it, why are these Vermilion Flame Wolves rebelling?"

"I don’t know. They were perfectly fine yesterday. But as soon as they heard the howling from the other mountain peaks, they started getting restless too."

"Hold your weapons tight. Don’t let your guard down..."

Inside the stockade.

The people were talking amongst themselves, their faces tense.

This incident had happened so suddenly that no one knew what was going on.

Meanwhile, in the main command tent, a thoughtful look appeared in Fang Yang’s eyes:

’Without the restraint of a Beast King, the packs will indeed fall into chaos, just like how some Flying Eagles refuse to submit to the Black Water Eagle.’

’So, this means Chang Ruhui has lost control of the wolf packs.’

A short while later.

Fang Yang, clad in white battle armor and holding a crimson war spear, strode slowly forward.

As the one in charge of Luoyun Mountain, he had the responsibility and duty to suppress the wolf pack’s uprising.

Of course, he could have chosen not to suppress it.

But why pass up a perfectly safe opportunity to boost his reputation?

He was, after all, a genius disciple of the righteous path now!

"SCREE SCREE SCREE..." 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Before the stockade gate, a series of strange, sharp eagle cries rang out.

A Black Water Eagle was seen beating its wings and soaring into the sky, followed by over a hundred Flying Eagles, stirring up wind and waves.

Behind them, a massive electric python slithered across the ground, arcs of lightning blooming around it like Golden Lotuses.

And standing erect on the python’s body was a figure in a white robe—it was Fang Yang!

At this moment, with one hand behind his back and the other holding his spear, Fang Yang projected the calm and composed air of a great general.

His arrival immediately calmed his subordinates, who had been restless and anxious.

Then, Fang Yang waved his war spear, issuing a command.

"HISS~", "SCREE~"

The flock of eagles danced through the air like a disciplined legion, striking in an orderly fashion, capturing and killing one Vermilion Flame Wolf after another.

The electric python roared, lightning flashing. It didn’t dodge or evade, allowing the Vermilion Flame Wolves to charge into it, only to be smashed to pieces.

Because of the stockade’s unique position, even though there were hundreds or thousands of Vermilion Flame Wolves, they couldn’t all surge in at once.

Thus, with the flock of eagles, the electric python, and his other Slave Beasts displaying their might, Fang Yang didn’t even have to act personally before the chaos began to subside.

This disaster, which would have required a Tier Three or even a Tier Four Cultivator to quell, was thus effortlessly suppressed by Fang Yang!

"Fang Yang is actually a Slave Path Cultivator?" On the deck of the Flying Boat, Chen Ying was quite surprised as she witnessed the scene.

And as Chen Ying listened to the people beside her praising Fang Yang, for some reason, the corners of her mouth curled up as well.

It was as if she was happy for Fang Yang, and also as if she was affirming her own judgment.

...

Under the night moon, the scenery on the mountain peak was like a beautiful, mysterious, and splendid scroll painting.

In this environment, Fang Yang sat cross-legged on the summit, bathing in the starlight, using its power to accelerate the recovery of his True Essence.

A gentle breeze blew by, carrying with it a strange sound that made Fang Yang’s ears twitch slightly.

’Someone’s coming up!’

Fang Yang opened his eyes and slowly rose to his feet.

He followed his Second Uncle’s gaze and his brow furrowed slightly.

On the mountainside, he saw Chen Ying walking step-by-step toward the summit.

"Ah Yang, it looks like you have some business to take care of." Second Uncle Fang’s figure dissipated as he concealed himself.

The night was deep and silent.

A mountain spring trickled over rocks, making a clear, crisp DING-DONG sound that was empty and distant.

The occasional startled chirp of a bird could be heard, but it was not enough to break the tranquil atmosphere on the mountaintop.

Closer.

And closer still.

At this moment, Chen Ying seemed to hesitate, but she still raised her head to gaze at Fang Yang from afar.

The brilliant moonlight spilled down, making her already bright and beautiful face shine radiantly.

And when a faint blush appeared on her cheeks, she truly looked like a moon goddess who had descended to the mortal world.

But even so, Fang Yang remained silent, staring at her coldly.

At that moment, Chen Ying gave a sad smile, full of self-pity. "Ah Yang, have you forgotten the promise you made to me in the Lake Heart Pavilion?"

Back then, in order to obtain the Spiritual Object, the [Fire Eagle Essence], Fang Yang had made a solemn vow of eternal love to Chen Ying.

Fang Yang’s sudden, heartfelt confession had been so convincing that Chen Ying had been swept up in her emotions.

But in the end, Chen Ying was stopped by her older sister, Chen Kui, and never succeeded in giving the [Fire Eagle Essence] Spiritual Object to Fang Yang.

Otherwise, the affair between Fang Nian and Qing Rushang would have truly been repeated with Fang Yang and Chen Ying.

A second Carp Eagle, very much in the style of his ancestor... this wasn’t just baseless slander others had made up about Fang Yang.

"The past... *Sigh*... The past has scattered like the wind. You and I are not who we once were. Why reminisce?"

Fang Yang held his head high, one hand behind his back, and gazed at the bright moon. "Besides, why must you act this way? The Chen Ying I know isn’t like this!"

This cold attitude from Fang Yang made Chen Ying, who had dressed up so carefully tonight, grind her teeth in frustration.

Of course she wasn’t this soft, delicate, and timid, but Sen Hui was!

That was why she had tried to imitate Sen Hui, in an attempt to win back Fang Yang’s heart.

But she had never imagined that Fang Yang would be far more decisive than she’d expected.

Chen Ying took a quiet breath to calm the turmoil in her heart and took another step closer.

At this distance, all Fang Yang had to do was reach out his hand to touch her face. It was very intimate.

The moonlight illuminated both of their faces.

The man, heroic and martial; the woman, devastatingly beautiful.

Anyone who saw them would have to say they were a perfect match.

At such a close distance, Fang Yang could smell the faint, intoxicating fragrance on Chen Ying’s body.

At this moment, a triumphant look flashed in Chen Ying’s eyes.

’She just knew it! Fang Yang couldn’t possibly refuse her!’

However, in the next moment, an immense force was applied to her shoulder.

It was Fang Yang, who had shoved her away and was now heading down the mountain without a backward glance.

Staring at Fang Yang’s retreating back, Chen Ying was so furious her teeth itched, wishing she could slap that ungrateful fool across the face!