With the rise of my family, I can summon the Daoist Soldiers' Nest.

Lin Ye followed the wolf king at a moderate pace, maintaining just the right distance.

He had two ideas in mind: one was to let the wolf king run around a bit longer and bleed a bit more, so that he could be more confident in taking action himself when it was weaker; the other was to hope that it could run as far away from the camp as possible.

After all, he was about to manifest his nest, and if some strange phenomenon of dragons and phoenixes appeared and were seen by his clansmen or others, it would be a big problem.

The wolf king continued walking like this for a while, and from a distance, we could see it staggering. Finally, it couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed to the ground with a "thump".

Lin Ye squinted and estimated that the wolf king had taken a bullet from him. Although it hadn't pierced the body in two, it must have damaged its internal organs. It had also managed to run such a long distance, so its strength must have been exhausted long ago.

He carried his spear, picked up a fist-sized rock, and walked quietly to the wolf king. He channeled his inner strength, flicked his wrist, and the rock slammed into the wolf king's head.

The wolf king looked up and saw the dark shadow flying towards him, but his body was too weak to move. He could only watch helplessly as it hit his right eye with a "smack," causing his eyeball to burst and his face to be covered in blood.

Lin Ye did the same thing, picking up another stone and throwing it with the same force, blinding its left eye as well.

The wolf king was too exhausted to even struggle. Lin Ye stepped forward, thrusting his spear forward, the tip aimed straight for its vitals, and cleanly finished it off. Having done this, he didn't even bother to look at the corpse, turning around to survey his surroundings.

The night was dark, visibility was limited, and it was quiet all around. I was sure there was no one around and no other noise.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking, "Now that we're far enough away, the manifested nest should be safe."

Immediately concentrate and communicate with the family nest in your mind, select the "Rotten Soil Ant Servant" nest, and materialize it there.

There were no unusual phenomena, no sound, as natural as a clod of earth being gently pressed down.

A hole about one meter wide suddenly appeared on the ground, with a rounded entrance and smooth edges. Lin Ye bent down and looked inside, and could vaguely see several small figures wriggling around. They were the shadowy figures of the decaying soil ants, quietly staying in their nest.

Without hesitation, he made a small cut on his wrist with his fingertip, letting the blood drip onto the core of the nest. The moment the blood touched the core, it seemed to be absorbed, the nest glowed slightly, and then a feeling of connection to his mind washed over him—the contract was complete.

Almost simultaneously, Lin Ye felt a slight burning sensation in a certain part of his arm. When he raised his hand, he saw a small cave-like pattern appear on his skin, with fine lines, exactly the same shape as the nest he had just manifested.

He knew that this was the mark of the Contract Nest. All contractors in the world would have the corresponding nest pattern randomly generated on one of their bodies, which served as both a connection and proof.

The nest patterns can be revealed or hidden according to the contractor's wishes.

According to the plan, Lin Ye immediately prepared to move the nest to Linjiawu.

Lin Ye focused his mind and communicated with the patterns. With a thought, he put away the nest.

The cave on the ground suddenly shrank, turning into a wisp of brown light that flew up and steadily embedded itself back into the pattern on the arm.

The patterns became more colorful as the nest returned to its place, subtly exuding a sense of calm and stability.

On the ground, there was a bottomless hole, with traces of the soil being turned over still visible around the edges.

Lin Ye turned and walked towards the wolf king on the ground. The wolf king was no longer as ferocious as before; its flesh was gradually darkening and faintly emitting a putrid smell.

Monsters naturally decompose quickly after death, and since he wounded their internal organs with a gun when he killed them, and it's been delayed until now, they're rotting even faster.

Lin Ye didn't mind, drawing his sword from his waist. He crouched down, steadied his sword, and with a swift motion, cleanly severed the wolf king's head, casually wrapped it in a cloth, and stuffed it into his backpack.

As for the body, let it continue to dissolve in the grass; there's no point in taking it back anyway, it would only soil our luggage.

Lin Ye looked around again to make sure no one noticed anything amiss before quietly returning towards the camp. The night remained dark, as if nothing had happened.

When they returned to the camp, the battle was over, and everyone was bandaging the wounded.

Before leaving, Lin Ye saw several injured people lying on the ground. They had been gathered together, and the accompanying doctor was cleaning their wounds, applying medicine, and bandaging them.

The firelight illuminated tired yet resolute faces, and the air was filled with the scent of herbs and a faint smell of blood.

"Did you catch up with the wolf king?" Lin Qiang strode forward, looked Lin Ye up and down, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he was unharmed.

"I shot it dead. It's fine. It was already on its last legs when it was running away." Lin Ye said, taking out the wolf head wrapped in cloth from his backpack and casually throwing it on the ground.

The cloth was spread out, and the wolf's head was even more rotten than before, its flesh dark and its stench stronger.

"The wolf pack has been mostly dealt with; two or three escaped. We'll clear them out gradually later," Lin Qiang replied.

"There are a dozen or so minor injuries, all from claws. Five are seriously injured, all from wolf bites, but fortunately they avoided vital organs and are not in mortal danger. The most serious injury is to one of the Tian family brothers, who had his arm bitten off."

At this point, Lin Qiang's expression clearly darkened.

"It's all the fault of these demonic beasts," he sighed, looking at the busy crowd under the firelight. "If only the imperial court could appoint a lord here someday. With the Daoist soldiers' lair, these demonic beasts would run away on their own."

Lin Ye silently walked over to the wounded, examined them one by one, and instructed the doctor to use good medicine to ensure everyone recovered as soon as possible.

That night, the groans in the camp continued intermittently. Lin Ye, with his weapons as a pillow, listened to these sounds until dawn.

After daybreak, everyone ate breakfast, while the rest stayed at the camp to rest. The group with the hunting dogs continued searching the horse ranch. There weren't many wild beasts left; a horse ranch couldn't hold too many large monsters, and most of the ones that existed had been cleared out.

As noon approached, everyone packed up the campsite and prepared to return. Lin Ye, mounted on his horse, looked back.

They came with great bravado and high spirits, but now many of them have their arms wrapped in cotton and their faces are etched with pain. However, after this bloody battle, their eyes are more determined and their momentum is even stronger.

Lin Ye raised his voice and said, "Yesterday, we eliminated two groups of demonic beasts, including two third-rate ones. This is something that none of the five major families in the county dared to do, but we did it! I am proud of everyone."

I believe that as long as we all work together, things will definitely get better and better. Now we're home; dinner is already prepared and waiting for us. Let's go!

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone responded in unison and began to walk steadily toward Linjiawu.

Along the way, their robes were stained with mottled blood, and they walked with a steady yet vigilant gait, like soldiers who had just withdrawn from the battlefield.

Passersby along the way, upon seeing the procession from afar, felt fear and dared not approach, instead avoiding it from a distance for fear of getting into trouble.

As we approached the fortified village, we could see a large crowd gathered in front of the gate from afar.

It turned out that the news had already been sent back, and the family members who stayed behind received the message and rushed to meet them.

They stood in the open space in front of the fortress, their expressions a mixture of concern and pride, watching the returning army. Someone couldn't help but shout, "Young Master! They're back!"