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The wolf-headed monster fiercely bit down on its tongue with sharp teeth, then spit out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Something bizarre happened...

The blood didn't fall to the ground, but floated mid-air, constantly twisting. After a moment, the blood slowly turned into a thin line, a blood-red thread. From afar, it looked like a tiny red snake.

"Go, find my descendants and bring them here to save me," the wolf-headed monster had just finished speaking when the red thread turned and flew away.

"Hurry up, don't make me wait too long," the wolf-headed monster murmured to itself.

...

In the distant west.

Inside a luxurious and splendid castle.

A man with a wrinkled face sat leisurely on a sofa, drinking wine. This man was called Kloz, the leader of the Werewolf Clan, and his renown in the west was so great that few dared to provoke him.

The Werewolf Clan is a mysterious race, supposedly born from the union between humans and wild wolves. After many years of development, the Werewolf Clan's strength had become terrifying.

The cultivation method of the Werewolf Clan is quite special; they sleep during the day and at night lie on the ground, tilting their heads back to absorb the essence of moonlight. If there's no moon at night, the Werewolf Clan becomes particularly irritable.

Werewolves that cultivate to a Profound Realm could transform their wolf heads into human heads, appearing almost identical to humans on the outside. Kloz was among the best of them. He was once an ordinary werewolf, living day to day with a wolf's head, but after great effort, Kloz had become the leader of his clan.

Kloz had a habit of drinking a bottle of vintage red wine every night before he went to sleep, and only then would he rest.

"Bang!"

The firmly closed doors were suddenly burst open, and a middle-aged man ran in frantically, "Clan Leader, something terrible has happened."

Kloz frowned, "What's happened?"

"The ancestor has manifested..."

"What nonsense are you spouting!"

"I'm not spouting nonsense, the ancestor has truly manifested."

"Have you gone mad? The ancestor has been dead for countless years, how could they manifest?"

"It's true! I'm not lying to you!" the middle-aged man said, "If you don't believe me, then come with me to the ancestral hall to see..."

Kloz stared at the middle-aged man for a while, then nodded: "Fine, take me to the ancestral hall. If you dare deceive me... I will never forgive you." Kloz put down his wine glass and stood up to walk towards the door.

The middle-aged man hurriedly followed.

Moments later, Kloz entered the ancestral hall where a long table was placed in the center. There were several memorial tablets on the table, each engraved with a name, roughly totaling more than a dozen.

At the last tablet, a blood-red thread floated. Upon seeing Kloz enter, the blood-red thread immediately flew over and began circling him ceaselessly.

"What is this?!" Kloz's expression shook, and he stood frozen: "Such a familiar aura... such pure blood... this is... the old clan leader's blood... Yes, that's the old clan leader's blood... My God...

The old clan leader really has manifested..."

"Thump!"

Kloz knelt on the ground, bowing his head to the blood-red thread, his expression filled with excitement.

"Swoosh!"

The blood-red thread shot straight into Kloz's forehead, "Uh..." Kloz's eyelids flipped, and he fainted on the spot.

"Clan Leader, what's wrong, Clan Leader," the middle-aged man who had come in with him rushed over and gently shook Kloz.

"Cough cough cough..."

Kloz slowly opened his eyes.

"Clan Leader, are you alright?" asked the middle-aged man with concern.

"I'm fine," Kloz gradually let out a breath, "Go, inform all the chieftains to come to me for a meeting."

"Yes." The middle-aged man stood up and swiftly left.

Kloz sat on the floor, quivering his lips, whispering to himself: "Old clan leader, I never imagined you were still alive... Rest assured, I will bring people to rescue you right away...

Just hold on a little longer..." As soon as the blood-red thread entered his forehead, he received a piece of information in his mind, indicating the current location of the old clan leader and urging him to bring people for the rescue.

...

In a hall brilliantly lit.

A group of men were seated together, their expressions puzzled. Why had the Clan Leader called them at such a late hour? These men were the chieftains of the Werewolf Clan, each one notoriously fierce, all with considerable renown in the west.

"Thud!"

The door opened, and Clan Leader Kloz walked in with a steady gait.

"Clan Leader!"

All the chieftains stood up, showing clear respect for Kloz.

"I called you over to tell you some news," Kloz said solemnly, "a piece of exciting news!"

"What news?"

"The old clan leader is still alive!"

"What?"

The scene immediately erupted into commotion, "The old clan leader is still alive? How is that possible? The old clan leader has been missing for over a thousand years, how could he still be alive?"

"Our werewolf life span is naturally long," Kloz said in a deep voice. "The old clan leader is highly cultivated, so he lives even longer! Not to mention being missing for over a thousand years, even if it were two thousand years, the old clan leader could still be alive!" By the end, Kloz's tone had become very stern.

"Clan leader, how did you find out about the old clan leader's news?" a chief asked.

"The old clan leader used the Bloodline Technique to send me a message," Kloz didn't conceal anything and shared everything he knew. "You should be familiar with the Bloodline Technique, right? It's the supreme secret technique of our Werewolf Clan, only the clan leader is qualified to cultivate it."

"If the old clan leader is still alive, why hasn't he come back?"

"The old clan leader is trapped in Huaxia and cannot return."

"What? The old clan leader is trapped in Huaxia? How did that happen? Everything was fine... How did the old clan leader end up in Huaxia?"

"I'm puzzled about this as well... but one thing is certain: the old clan leader is indeed still alive, and his current situation is very bad, he needs us to rescue him," Kloz said.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's hurry to Huaxia," a chief said.

"Right, to Huaxia!" the other chiefs clamored.

"Quiet down." Kloz gestured down with his hand, and once everyone shut their mouths, he continued, "We have to infiltrate Huaxia secretly this time, try not to have any conflict with the Huaxia side unless absolutely necessary. Remember, our purpose for entering Huaxia isn't to stir up trouble, but to rescue the old clan leader. Is that clear to everyone?"

"Clear!" The crowd responded in unison.

"Leave two people to watch the house; the rest will follow me to Huaxia!" Kloz ordered loudly.

That very night, Kloz led a group of people majestically on their way to Huaxia.

...

Gao Fei was completely unaware of what was happening with the Werewolf Clan; he was sitting in his room absorbing the spiritual energy from the Spirit Stones.

"Bang!"

Gao Fei's body shook, then a look of delight appeared on his face, "Hahaha... Finally broke through to the Third Layer of the Qi Gathering Stage, cultivating with Spirit Stones is indeed fast." After reveling briefly, Gao Fei continued to cultivate.

Seven days later.

Gao Fei had absorbed all the spiritual energy from the nine Spirit Stones, and his cultivation had directly advanced to the Eighth Layer of the Qi Gathering Stage, with his Combat Power soaring to 8000.

"If only I had a few more Spirit Stones," Gao Fei sighed, "I would be able to cultivate to the Great Perfection of the Qi Gathering Stage in one go, and then I could try to break through to the Inedia Stage. It's a pity... there aren't enough Spirit Stones..."

To have cultivated to the Eighth Layer of the Qi Gathering Stage in such a short time was already a miracle, yet Gao Fei wasn't satisfied? How greedy!

"Buzz, buzz, buzz..."

The phone on the coffee table suddenly rang. Gao Fei picked it up and saw it was Lu Hao calling. He pressed the answer button, "Hello? What's up?"

"Brother Fei, I'm in trouble, and you're the only one who can help me!" Lu Hao's bitter voice came through the phone. "You're the only one who can help me now."

"What trouble have you encountered?" Gao Fei asked curiously.

"My grandpa has arranged a marriage for me, and the engagement is this month. I've fought against it desperately, but it's useless; my grandpa simply doesn't care about my opinion," Lu Hao spoke indignantly. "My grandpa is so unreasonable... he's just a stubborn old man... with old-fashioned thinking... These days it's all about love marriage, the era of arranged marriages has long passed..."

"What's the use of telling me this?"

"Could you talk to my grandpa and get him to call off the engagement?"

"Your grandpa will listen to me?"

"Yes, you cured his illness, and he's very grateful to you. He'll definitely listen to you if you speak."

"Sorry, I'm not going to find your grandpa," Gao Fei flatly refused. "Figure out your own problems and stop bothering me, I'm tired, going to sleep, that's all." Without waiting for Lu Hao to reply, Gao Fei hung up the phone.

Gao Fei thought that was the end of it, but who would have known... the next morning, Lu Hao arrived in Southern City and started to stick to Gao Fei, refusing to leave.

"Brother Fei, I've decided, from now on I'm following you! Until my grandpa cancels the engagement, I won't go back," Lu Hao declared earnestly.

"Get lost!" Gao Fei spat out a word through clenched teeth.

"Curse all you want, I won't leave," Lu Hao said, and then added, "If you want to fight... go ahead, I absolutely won't fight back. You can beat me up as long as you leave me breathing." It seemed Lu Hao was determined to stay put.

There's a saying that goes, 'He who is shameless is invincible in this world!'

"I'm calling your grandpa right now to have him send someone to fetch you!" Gao Fei took out his phone from his pocket.

"Brother Fei, Brother Fei!" Lu Hao quickly grabbed Gao Fei's arm, pleading with sobs, "Have some pity on me, I'm really too miserable! You haven't seen that woman, she's so ugly, I... I can't even describe it... she's the epitome of ugliness. If I have to marry a woman like that, I'll live twenty years less, Brother Fei... please have some pity on me..."