When a Blade of Grass Wants to Become Immortal

Chapter 160: Chapter 157: Charming Fox Girl x Cold-Faced Wolf King 7

”Song, someone from the Wolf Clan is looking for me. We should head back first. We’ll go deal with the Tiger Clan tomorrow.”

”Cangwu, every clan can cultivate. Can’t that be used to fight against that so-called modern technology?”

Ji Xiaosong had seen Feng Cangwu use his Spiritual Power before, and it was incredibly strong.

”I can’t act against that woman directly. If I do, even I will suffer a backlash. After all, the position of Beast God in this world was abdicated to me by another. I haven’t fully secured my seat yet.”

”That’s simple enough.”

A slight smile touched Ji Xiaosong’s lips, her eyes glinting with confidence. ”I may not have Divine Power as strong as yours, but don’t forget, I’ve traveled through countless worlds and picked up plenty of unique tricks.”

She gently took Feng Cangwu’s hand, pacing as she spoke and thought. ”That woman relies on modern technology and rules that don’t belong to this world. But there are always loopholes in the rules.”

Ji Xiaosong stopped pacing and looked at Feng Cangwu with determination. ”I can use the treasures in my space, combined with the unique Spiritual Power characteristics of the Beast World’s clans, to create a special Array capable of interfering with her technology. As long as we disrupt her smartwatch and its code, her so-called advanced civilization’s methods will be severely weakened. Moreover, I can gather the cultivation power of the Beast World’s clans to amass a force that can contend with her. Then, we won’t have to confront her technology head-on. We just need to destroy the core of her plan to resolve this crisis.”

With that, she puffed out her chest proudly. ”So don’t you worry. I definitely won’t let you down this time, and I won’t let this world fall into chaos.”

”It’s a good plan, Song. Let’s return to the Wolf Clan first, and we can discuss it further.”

In an instant, Feng Cangwu brought Ji Xiaosong back to his own den in the Wolf Clan’s territory.

A Wolf Clan Priest was outside Feng Cangwu’s den, calling out repeatedly, ”Clan Leader, I have just reported to the Beast God. I implore you to come out and perform the ritual with me.”

Feng Cangwu took Ji Xiaosong’s hand and strode toward the Wolf Clan Priest, his expression turning solemn and dignified. ”If you have already reported to the Beast God, then let us begin.”

The Wolf Clan Priest, looking relieved, quickly led the way.

Feng Cangwu followed him to the Wolf Clan’s sacred ritual ground.

A massive bonfire burned brightly, illuminating the awestruck faces of the surrounding Wolf Clan members.

Feng Cangwu stood before the sacrificial altar, his hands forming a seal as he chanted. An ancient Spell echoed in the night sky.

As he moved, the surrounding Spiritual Power began to surge, intertwining with the light of the bonfire.

The High Priest was draped in a long robe embroidered with mystical runes. In the flickering light of the bonfire, the runes seemed to come alive.

He walked with steady steps, slowly approaching Feng Cangwu’s side. He first performed a deep, solemn, and pious bow before pulling a horn made of bone from his robes.

The High Priest placed the horn to his lips and blew with all his might. A deep, resonant call instantly tore through the night sky, like an ancient summons that reached deep into one’s soul.

The surrounding wolves seemed to answer the call, tilting their heads back to howl one after another. The rising and falling chorus of howls intertwined with the horn’s call, as if announcing the Wolf Clan’s existence and power to the heavens and the earth.

The High Priest paced slowly around the altar, chanting, ”Oh, great Beast God, you are the supreme ruler of this vast land, the infinite source of our strength. Today, with hearts full of reverence, we offer you our purest and most sincere respects.”

His voice was powerful and sonorous, its cadence rhythmic, as if carrying the weight of ages. It echoed through the night, as though he were truly in direct conversation with the mystical Beast God.

”Now, we are mired in an unprecedented crisis. A strange power from an Otherworld, like a vicious, surging wave, threatens to mercilessly shatter the balance we have maintained for a thousand years. Oh, Beast God, we beseech you to grant us infinite wisdom, so we may find the key to resolving this crisis in these chaotic times. Grant us immense strength, so we may have the ability to protect the land that nurtured us and shelter the people bound to us by blood.”

The High Priest’s prayer, filled with deep emotion and urgency, echoed long in the sacred ritual ground.

The members of the Wolf Clan all knelt, their foreheads touching the ground. With pious expressions, they silently chanted the prayer, their voices merging into a powerful spiritual power.

The High Priest stopped walking and gently placed an incense burner on the altar. Then, with a grave expression, he drew a sharp bone knife from his belt.

His gaze was firm. Without hesitation, he made a shallow cut on his palm. Crimson blood slowly dripped down, staining the altar.

He cried out, ”With my blood, I honor the Beast God! May you hear our earnest pleas and grant us your unwavering protection.”

Feng Cangwu glanced at his forearm. The winding, root-like black spots had faded slightly.

’The faith of my people is my strength, and my foundation.’

An idea struck Feng Cangwu. He decided to use the ritual to reassure his people.

He closed his eyes and concealed his aura. He appeared calm, but he was secretly mobilizing his Spiritual Power, transforming it into fine threads that spread out into the surroundings.

The threads of Spiritual Power merged with the light and shadows of the bonfire.

In an instant, the bonfire flared up, illuminating the ritual grounds as brightly as day.

Feng Cangwu chanted a spell in a low voice. Though quiet, his voice carried an intangible, oppressive weight.

At the same time, a strange phenomenon appeared in the night sky.

Streaks of golden light emerged, weaving together to form the silhouette of a massive, majestic beast.

The members of the Wolf Clan stared with wide eyes, their faces filled with awe and fear.

The High Priest stood frozen, nearly dropping the bone knife in his hand. He stammered, ”Is... is the Beast God descending?”

The clan members dropped to their knees, kowtowing and shouting the Beast God’s name.

Feng Cangwu increased his output of Spiritual Power, and the beast’s silhouette grew even clearer.

”The Beast God has descended! In our battle against the Tiger Clan, the Wolf Clan will be victorious!”

Feng Cangwu’s voice was firm and resonant. Hearing him, the Wolf Clan’s confidence soared.

「The night passed.」

Just as dawn broke, an explosion rang out beyond the Wolf Clan’s territory.

Billowing smoke rose into the sky, and the acrid smell of gunpowder spread quickly.

The Tiger Clan warriors surged forward like a tide. Their bodies were lithe, their muscles tense. Their sharp claws scraped trails into the ground as they let out low roars, as if they wanted to tear everything before them to shreds.

At the very front of the Tiger Clan’s ranks was the woman who had transmigrated from the modern world, Lin Wanwan.

She was dressed in a special combat suit, a smartwatch on her wrist flashing with an eerie blue light.

A cold sneer played on her lips, her eyes filled with contempt and arrogance. ”Wolf Clan, today is your doomsday.”

With that, she waved her hand, and several homemade gunpowder bombs launched from the Tiger Clan’s ranks, screaming through the air as they hurtled toward the Wolf Clan’s defenses.