With Cultivation Simulator in a Chaotic World-Chapter 280 - 245: Wolf Child (Part 2)
[Changtian Calendar Year 11,305, the first time you went on an expedition with the wolf pack, in the wolves’ view, you had already grown very slowly.]
[You personally tore apart a Spirit Deer, drinking the scalding hot blood. You could feel the blood within you turning hot, boiling. You enjoyed this sensation, and all your original superfluous thoughts fled away.]
[Later, you participated in countless hunts with the wolf pack. Each time, with your agile skills and keen instincts, you were able to catch prey. Your status within the pack gradually rose.]
[Changtian Calendar Year 11,308, at the age of eight, you already had full cognition. You had long realized how different you were from the wolves. Even though during hunts your teeth would grow sharper, your nails longer, and faint white hair could be seen growing on your body, you were still very different from ordinary Spirit Wolves. You thought you bore more resemblance to the group of apes in the mountains.]
[But you didn’t wish to admit that you were just like those fools.]
[You taught yourself to fight with weapons and to use fur as clothing to cover yourself.]
[Changtian Calendar Year 11,309, a group of bipedal apes, wielding weapons and dressed like you, intruded into the wolves’ territory, killing a wolf pup. The enraged wolves tore these bipedal apes apart. Yet, you did not delight in the battle as you usually did, you didn’t even wish to drink the fresh blood of the prey.]
[You gazed at these creatures who looked like you and fell into deep thought.]
[That same year, the alpha wolf died. Several mighty Spirit Wolves were at odds with each other, but they were willing to pledge allegiance to you as the new alpha. You declined and supported the Spirit Wolf who exhibited the best leadership qualities to become alpha.]
[Changtian Calendar Year 11,310, the wolf pack unexpectedly found a bipedal ape that had fallen off a cliff. You went to investigate.]
[You found the other could utter special syllables that you could comprehend... You were overjoyed, as if you had found your true kin...]
Beneath one side of the cliffside, there lay a woman dressed in purple, half-reclining on the ground.
Upon closer inspection, her legs were trickling with blood.
Though she had bound her legs with torn cloth, the scent of blood still spread out, attracting nearby beasts.
"Roar—"
The wind whistled through the forest as a tiger leaped out, only to see the Spirit Wolves about the size of calves guarding the woman. Both sides bared their fangs, intimidating each other.
The two were old rivals, often competing for food.
The tiger hesitated for a moment before leaving.
The woman gasped for air, looking at the gray wolves with bewilderment mixed with despair.
The gray wolves’ eyes gleamed, their shiny coats and their formidable size suggested they might be Spirit Beasts or even demon beasts, as described by her elders.
But why hadn’t they eaten her?
Sweat dripped down her fair face.
She tried using special syllables to communicate with the wolf pack.
It was a unique skill she learned from her clan uncle, who said she was the only one in the Wen Family with this talent, able to master the Pan-Beast Language.
Rumor had it that mastering Pan-Beast Language allowed one to communicate with beasts and even legendary demon beasts. According to her clan uncle, this special ability came from an Immortal Master of the legend, supposedly an Immortal Master from the Beast Taming Sect?
In any case, this skill was her only hope now.
The woman with the surname Wen muttered the strange syllables.
The wolves sat on their haunches, staring at her curiously, howling a few times between each other, their eyes fixed on the Wen woman, more peculiar than before.
The wolf pack suddenly sensed something, no longer fixating on the woman, but instead dispersed, kneeling on the ground.
The woman looked over and was suddenly stunned.
She saw a child.
Appearing to be no more than eleven or twelve years old.
He wore a cloak of gray fur from an unknown beast, a crude wolf tooth pendant hung around his neck, his hair utterly disheveled.
Four canines were notably sharp.
While ordinary children at that age were still innocent, this child’s eyes held only coldness, along with the beastly aggression, reason, and bloodthirst of the surrounding wolf pack.
"Is this... a wolf child?"
The woman with the Wen surname suddenly came to a realization.
In rural legend, if a mother wolf’s pup died unexpectedly, she might sneak into a human household where a child was recently born and take away the baby to raise on her own.
Children raised by wolves were called wolf children.
But from the perspective of the Wen woman, these stories seemed untenable.
A wolf might take a human child, but even if out of a surge of maternal instinct, after a while, it would still eat the child.
Unexpectedly, here the legend unfolded before her eyes.
"Oo ooh—" The Wen woman immediately began trying to communicate using the so-called Pan-Beast Language...
The wolf child’s eyes flickered slightly, surprisingly he began to attempt communication with her proactively.
[You brought the other back to the lair.]
[You were curious about the other’s clothing, it was exquisite. In contrast, your fur seemed crude. You tried to tear off a bit to examine, only to find the other trembling in fear.]
[You remembered the quail you had kept that had died from fright, and stopped your action.]
[You could faintly understand the other’s language. You guessed that perhaps you and she were of the same kind, and you felt very happy.]
[You ignored what the other was anxiously saying, leaving the lair of your own accord. You hunted a fawn, gutting it, and presented its liver to the other, signaling for her to eat.]
[You then gazed at the still-warm fawn.]
[You seemed to sense a glimmer of reluctance in her eyes?]
[You didn’t understand why she would have such emotions. In the wolf pack, this expression only appeared when a pup died prematurely.]
[You sensed her resistance to the food, feeling somewhat baffled.]
[Half a day later, she actively asked you for stones, wood, and tinder, after which she kindled a flame, beginning to roast the fawn. You tasted the roasted venison and seemed to experience a whole new world.]
[You shared the roasted meat with the wolf pack, but they were not particularly interested.]
[You continued to attempt communication with the other.]
[Changtian Calendar Year 11,312, you had lived with the woman for two years, during which you learned much.]
[Such as the woman’s name was Wen Xin, like yourself she belonged to the Human Race, and you were not a wolf, but a human.]
[Here was West River County of the Great Liangg Kingdom, a nation built by humans, with an Emperor as the alpha wolf ruling over countless subjects.]
[You initially learned the language of the Great Liangg Kingdom, including listening, speaking, reading, and writing. You were fascinated by knowledge about human society, yet felt abhorrence towards the laws and rules Wen Xin spoke of.]
[You could feel a certain stir within yourself as you observed your wolf pack companions, seemingly understanding this sensation, you proactively made a request for mating to Wen Xin, which she refused. You hesitated for a while, not forcing yourself upon her as wolves do, instead, you curiously continued to learn.]
[With Wen Xin, you learned ethics, social order, astronomy, geography, and cultural knowledge...]
[Wen Xin gave you a name: Wuji, reflecting your carefree and rebellious nature. From the chaotic lair, she found an item, a wooden plaque faintly inscribed with the character "Xiang," seemingly an object you once carried, suggesting it might be your surname, giving you the full name, Xiang Wuji.]
[Because of Wen Xin, your yearning for human society grew, although you naturally detested its so-called order and morality.]
[Changtian Calendar Year 11,313, Wen Xin wished to return to human society, and you, tired of the monotonous life, chose to follow Wen Xin into human society...]
