Wild cultivation begins with wielding the Taiyin talisman.

The dull thud of a blade piercing flesh mingled with the mournful howls of wolves, echoing through the desolate night wind. Ning Che seemed to already smell the stench of blood, while the three men before him remained utterly unfazed.

Moments later, the fat woman could no longer contain herself and charged straight at Ning Che, yelling defiantly as she ran, "Get out of my way! If you block our path again, don't blame us for being ruthless!"

Ning Che, enraged, laughed and launched a fierce attack.

He stepped forward to meet the fat woman's charge, and just as his fingertips touched her forward wrist, a very thin and extremely piercing drumbeat suddenly exploded in his ears.

Although a man with a pointed mouth may harm others without benefiting himself, his willingness to suddenly provoke trouble is not without preparation.

I saw that the drumstick he had tricked out of Shi Ying was covered in blood flowing along the patterns on it, and the originally warm bone was now covered in a layer of oily red light. I wondered what kind of evil magic it was.

Before Ning Che could react, his body froze.

At first, the sound didn't seem like much, but upon closer listening, it felt like countless tiny needles piercing straight into his brain through his ear canal. His head immediately throbbed with pain, rendering him unable to think, and disrupting his previously calculated actions.

This stagnation is absolutely fatal!

The hand, enveloped in an earthy yellow glow, was already slamming down towards Ning Che's chest. The fat woman's face, its flesh bulging with a vicious expression, stretched its triangular eyes wide from between the folds of her flesh as she cursed at him, "You little bastard, die!"

At the critical moment, a man with a knife suddenly appeared from Ning Che's side and behind.

It was Zhao Di!

What she held in her hand wasn't even a hunting machete, but just a gleaming wood-chopping knife. She raised her head, which she usually kept lowered, held the blade level, aimed it at the fat woman's waist, and lunged forward without a second thought.

The fat woman had to change her tactics, which allowed Ning Che to recover his strength.

"You little bitch, how dare you interfere in my business!"

The fat woman was both shocked and furious. If that palm strike landed, Ning Che would be seriously injured, if not killed. But even if it was a woodcutter's knife, she dared not take it with her bare body. She could only forcefully withdraw her palm strike, dodge to the side, and at the same time slap Zhao Di with her backhand.

Ning Che tried to step forward to stop him, but the tall man had already circled around to his side and was about to slash at him with his sword.

Originally, he intended to save this move for the demonic beasts. But at this moment, he really wanted these three to die.

He let out a cold snort, and two white streaks suddenly shot out from his nostrils, heading towards the pointed-mouthed man and the tall man respectively. An unexpected turn of events occurred: the streaks, drawing in the moonlight, grew increasingly bright, causing the three men's expressions to change drastically.

Almost simultaneously, the pointed-mouthed man and the fat woman exclaimed, "A third-grade technique!" "How is this possible!"

Ning Che didn't understand what they were saying, but it didn't matter anymore.

The white streak instantly flew to the chests of the pointed-mouthed man and the tall man. The tall man had already reacted and caused the white light shield to condense in front of his chest.

This time, however, the white light shield that had previously been as solid as a rock was as thin as paper, failing to provide even the slightest resistance, and was instantly and completely pierced through.

Seeing this, the fat woman lost her composure and all will to fight. As a result, Zhao Di dodged the palm strike, and the blade pierced her flesh.

A bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered, rang out.

Zhao Di drew her sword, ready to strike again, but Ning Che stopped her.

He walked up to the three men and said coldly, "Go back and help guard this place now, and I might let bygones be bygones. Otherwise, I'll chop you into mincemeat and use you to lure the demon."

The fat woman remained defiant and attempted to threaten Ning Che: "But we are..."

Without saying a word, Ning Che kicked her to the ground, swung his knife, and sent two fingers flying.

Another series of pig-like screams erupted.

Ning Che slowly straightened up, looked at the three people in front of him and said, "Go and guard her, or I'll chop off her head with my next strike."

"Cough cough...we're going now." The man with the pointed beak seemed to be seriously injured by the sword energy, and he said intermittently.

After watching the three hurriedly head to the battlefield, Ning Che turned to look at Zhao Di.

The girl remained in the hand-held knife-wielding posture, her hands trembling, her face pale. Seeing Ning Che looking over, she hurriedly put down the wood-chopping knife, shoved a talisman into his hand, and whispered, "The shaman asked me to bring this. Are you...are you alright?"

Ning Che's cold, hard features softened slightly. He gently shook his head at her and said quickly in a low voice, "I'm fine. You should quickly retreat to the village. It's too dangerous here. Listen to me."

"I don't..." Zhao Di was about to speak when Ning Che interrupted her.

"Go to the shaman and help look after the wounded." Ning Che's tone left no room for argument: "Leave this to me, I can handle it. If you're here, I'll just be distracted—don't you trust your second brother?"

Seeing the seriousness in his eyes, Zhao Di finally bit her lip, nodded, gripped her wood-chopping knife, and ran back into the village, turning back every few steps. She stopped behind the mud wall at the village entrance, clinging to the edge of the wall, staring intently at the commotion in the field.

When Ning Che turned back, the gentleness in his eyes had completely vanished, leaving only a chilling coldness.

He had already acted swiftly this time, stopping the three mountain guards in less than half a minute. However, the defense line still couldn't hold out until he joined the battle.

Not to mention the huge, dark mass of hundreds of wolves, there were actually four wolf demons at the very front of the pack.

They were clearly more robust than their kind, with a shoulder height of more than a meter. Their fur gleamed with a cold, eerie blue light in the firelight, and their fangs dripped with foul-smelling saliva.

They were like sharp knives, piercing deep into the already crumbling formation of the hunting party. Shi Yong was already wounded; a deep gash, revealing bone, had been slashed across his left arm by wolf claws, and blood was streaming down his arm, staining half of his coarse cloth clothes red. Yet, he still gripped his machete tightly, fighting back against the two wolf demons' combined attack, his roars shaking the night wind.

But anyone could tell that he was already at his limit, and once he was exhausted, he would be torn to pieces by the wolf demon.

Ning Che activated the Rejuvenation Talisman and simultaneously activated the Daoist Register.

Invisible ripples spread out as Ning Che simultaneously communicated with all four demons without hesitation. The immense exertion left his mind blank, unable to think. Just then, the Rejuvenation Talisman transformed into azure light, flowing through Ning Che's entire body, reminding him of what he needed to do.

The Taoist talisman flashed.

As if receiving a royal decree, the four wolf demons abandoned Shi Yong without hesitation and pounced on the three mountain guardians.

At the same time, as planned, Shi Yong had the hunters make way for the four of them to enter.

The three who had been cowering to the side, intending to stall for time, were terrified and fled in panic, shouting, "Why are they coming at us!" But the four wolf demons were extremely fast and caught them off guard. In addition, the three were already injured, and they had no chance of escaping.

The last thing Ning Che saw was that they were forced to turn around and grit their teeth to fight the four wolf demons; after Man Cang informed Shi Yong, he quickly ran towards him.

Exhaustion swept over him like a tidal wave, and his consciousness finally sank into darkness.