Transmigration: A person in a martial arts world, cultivating to ascend to immortality

Sand wolves, which typically roam the vast deserts, are generally smaller than wild wolves that live in forests and grasslands. Even the king of the sand wolves is at most about the size of an ordinary wild wolf.

However, the group of sand wolves surrounding the treasure-hunting team was several times larger than them, and each one was almost as big as a tiger!

Yan Guang had lived in the desolate desert for nearly thirty years, and this was the first time he had ever encountered such a thing, let alone heard of it before.

Not only Yan Guang, but almost all the martial artists who lived in the desolate desert and had dealt with sand wolves were deeply shocked by the thousands of huge sand wolves in front of them.

The fact that sand wolves are listed as one of the "Four Pests" by martial artists living in the desolate desert speaks volumes about their dangerous nature. Once a pack of sand wolves has identified itself as prey, it almost never gives up. Don't expect to scare away the rest by simply killing two of its kind.

Food is already scarce in the Great Desert, and if you encounter a pack of sand wolves that have been starving for many days, it will be a fight to the death.

There was once a six-man team that went out to hunt red foxes and encountered a pack of hungry wolves. In the end, both sides perished, and no one survived.

Now, facing the encirclement of thousands of large sand wolves, even those martial artists who were confident in their strength couldn't help but feel a chill and a layer of cold sweat seeped out from their backs.

Judging from the bared fangs and the green gleam in their eyes, this large and numerous pack of sand wolves has not eaten for some time.

No one knew where such a huge pack of sand wolves came from, or how they had silently surrounded them.

The pack of sand wolves stopped when they were about ten feet away from the group.

After stopping, the sand wolf did not immediately pounce on the group. Instead, it arched its front paws, opened its bloody mouth halfway, and stared intently at the large group of people in front of it, constantly letting out low growls.

Their poised and ready posture clearly indicates that they are waiting for the command of their leader, the Sand Wolf King.

In such a tense standoff, many weak martial artists were terrified, their legs and the hands holding their weapons trembling uncontrollably.

If it weren't for so many companions around them, they probably would have scattered and fled for their lives long ago.

"My goodness! If these ordinary sand wolves are already this big, then the sand wolf king that commands them must be as big as a camel!"

Yan Guang muttered anxiously as he moved closer to Jiang Yuchuan.

Just then, Ning Xiangfei, having received instructions from Ke Lianba hidden within the group, immediately twirled his sword and sternly addressed the sand wolf pack:

"They're nothing but a bunch of beasts. No matter how big they grow, it's all in vain! What's there to be afraid of!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Xiangfei unleashed his full first-rate peak strength, slashing out several sword energies towards the sand wolf pack.

The sand wolf standing opposite Ning Xiangfei was killed instantly by Ning Xiangfei's full-force sword energy because it failed to dodge properly.

This action clearly enraged the entire pack of sand wolves. Without waiting for the sand wolf king's command, the thousands of sand wolves pounced on the crowd in an instant.

The battle between humans and werewolves erupted instantly!

Because the number of sand wolves was so large and their size so extraordinary, the warriors who had gathered together were quickly scattered in the fighting.

Soon, some martial artists discovered that while the sand wolves that were hunting them had grown to an extremely exaggerated size, their speed had not decreased as a result; on the contrary, it had increased by several points!

The terrifying speed combined with the terrifying power was nothing short of a nightmare for many martial artists.

The two sides had only been fighting for less than a quarter of an hour when a large number of casualties had already occurred.

And unsurprisingly, the side with the most casualties were the rogue martial artists.

Although the independent cultivators appeared to be forming their own teams, in the face of a real life-or-death crisis, these hastily assembled groups showed virtually no camaraderie and were no match for the well-coordinated, strategically sound, and powerful disciples of major factions.

Moreover, among these powerful figures' scions are four hidden Grandmaster-level experts.

Even before he made his move, Jiang Yuchuan had been secretly observing these four masters hidden among the crowd.

The results of the observation were exactly as Jiang Yuchuan had predicted.

The four did not reveal their true strength; they simply protected Qu Ziming in the middle with their top-tier skills, preventing him from being harmed by the ferocious sand wolves.

As for the rest, the four of them ignored them completely.

This made Jiang Yuchuan a little curious. What exactly were these four grandmasters from different forces and even different countries hiding or worrying about?

With their combined strength, even if only one of them were to act, they could easily annihilate these thousands of sand wolves in a very short time. The existence of these four was no secret to the disciples of the various powerful factions; the only ones unaware were this group of independent cultivators.

However, given the status and strength of this group of rogue cultivators, it was clearly not worth the four of them doing this.

Jiang Yuchuan carefully recalled that when the four of them met with Qu Ziming in the main hall of Anhe City, he did not miss any of the conversations.

Therefore, it seems that the actions of the four people at this moment must be the result of their subsequent discussions.

However, Jiang Yuchuan wasn't in a hurry to investigate further. Regardless of what these four people were up to, their ultimate goal remained the same. Therefore, everything would become clear once the ruins of the Northern Rong Kingdom were found.

With none of the four grandmasters revealing their true strength, Jiang Yuchuan, disguised as a rogue cultivator and mixed in with the crowd, naturally wouldn't display any strength different from his current identity, and pretended to be locked in a stalemate with the four sand wolves that were besieging him.

When this group of sand wolves, whose appearance was like a mutation, appeared, Jiang Yuchuan immediately thought of the white-haired wolf king he had killed on Daqing Mountain when he first arrived on this continent.

The white wolf king mutated because it consumed the spiritual herb Fuling, but the situation of this group of sand wolves was clearly different.

He could not sense any spiritual energy from them.

The fact that so many of them are so different in size from their own species is impossible. Therefore, Jiang Yuchuan boldly speculated that the reason why these sand wolves living in the heart of the desert are so big might be related to the secret he wanted to explore!

"Young Master Jiang, help—help me!"

Yan Guang's cries for help pulled Jiang Yuchuan back to reality from his reverie.

Looking at Yan Guang, who was being attacked by six sand wolves, and the corpses of several sand wolves scattered around him, Jiang Yuchuan understood.

It must be that Old Man Yan went too far in his killing spree, angering the sand wolf pack and expending too much internal energy, which led to this situation.

Seeing how much Yan Guang had cared for him and brought him food over the past month, Jiang Yuchuan didn't stand idly by.

He took out a pill from his pocket, tossed it to Yan Guang, and instructed him:

"I don't have time to help you right now. You should take this pill first; it might help you hold on for a while longer."

"Thank you, thank you, Young Master Jiang!"

Yan Guang caught the pill that Jiang Yuchuan threw to him, and without thinking twice, he put it in his mouth and swallowed it.

The moment the pill entered his mouth, it transformed into a stream of heat that converged into Yan Guang's dantian.

In an instant, a surge of power flowed directly into Yan Guang's entire body through his meridians, causing his head to swell to a bright red, like a cooked shrimp, with wisps of white smoke visible to the naked eye constantly rising from the top of his head.

"Hahahaha!"

After laughing loudly several times, Yan Guang, his face flushed red, swept his sword horizontally, forcing back the six sand wolves that were attacking him. He raised his chest and head, his eyes looking down arrogantly, completely unlike his previous disheveled state.

"You bastards, how dare you disregard martial ethics, ganging up on me and attacking me, the Daoist! I'll punish you all on the spot today and restore peace and tranquility to this desolate desert!"

As he spoke, he unleashed a power far exceeding his own, and charged towards the sand wolf with his sword.

The old man chatted and became crazy.

With the aid of the elixir, each of Yan Guang's sword strikes seemed to carry immense power, and in just a few breaths, he slew the two sand wolves.

"This is the feeling! I never thought I, Daoist Master, could regain my youth and return to my peak!"

Seeing Yan Guang, who was extremely arrogant after consuming the pill and greatly increasing his strength, Jiang Yuchuan was speechless.

Having spent so little time together, he never expected the old man to have this side to him.

However, the self-proclaimed title of "Taoist Master" gave him some clues about his true identity.

Although Yan Guang did not say it explicitly, Jiang Yuchuan could tell from his lifestyle and occasional accent that Yan Guang should be from Daqian.

Even if he wasn't born and raised in the Great Qian Dynasty, he must have lived there for a considerable period of time. And the casual use of the term "Daoist Master" indicates that he had definitely spent time in a Taoist temple.

Combining these two points, coupled with Yan Guang's unprovoked approach and overly attentive manner, Jiang Yuchuan couldn't help but think of Xuan Xi, who was skilled in divination...

As for whether Yan Guang has any connection with Baiyun Temple or Xuan Xi, Jiang Yuchuan cannot determine at present.

However, Jiang Yuchuan believed that Yan Guang would confess to him after tonight's ordeal was over.

While Jiang Yuchuan was trying to figure out Yan Guang's identity, Yan Guang had already killed all six sand wolves that had previously attacked him.

The battle between the two sides had lasted for half an hour.

Both the sand wolves and the warriors suffered heavy casualties.

The mangled corpses of sand wolves and warriors lay scattered on the ground, the thick stench of blood filling the air; the scene was extremely gruesome.

After Yan Guang killed six more sand wolves in one go, including those from before, he had killed more than a dozen sand wolves.

Perhaps having witnessed Yan Guang's terrifying strength, no more sand wolves pounced on him.

After all, many of the martial artists present were not as strong as Yan Guang at this moment. Given the intelligence of this group of sand wolves, they would naturally shift their focus to these weaker individuals.

After his own crisis was resolved, Yan Guang first breathed a sigh of relief, and then turned his gaze to Jiang Yuchuan.

When he saw Jiang Yuchuan still dealing with the four sand wolves from the beginning, he couldn't help but look puzzled.

Having experienced the power of the pill Jiang Yuchuan casually tossed to him, Yan Guang naturally didn't believe that Jiang Yuchuan couldn't even handle four sand wolves.

After watching for a moment, Yan Guang had a flash of inspiration and immediately understood the deeper meaning behind Jiang Yuchuan's actions, and a sense of admiration arose spontaneously.

"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant! This is a true master!"

After a moment of reflection, Yan Guang looked around, then drew his sword and went to Jiang Yuchuan's side, helping Jiang Yuchuan take away the two sand wolves.

The effects of the pills hadn't worn off, but Yan Guangbing no longer fought with the same ferocity as before. Instead, he started to learn from Jiang Yuchuan and slowly maneuvered around the two sand wolves.

Another half hour passed quickly.

The number of corpses lying on the sand now is more than double what it was before.

After the weaker warriors were torn apart by the sand wolf pack, the remaining powerful warriors quickly banded together to resist the sand wolf's siege.

Seeing the heavy casualties among his men, the Sand Wolf King, who had been hiding in the shadows, could no longer contain himself and revealed his massive form, lunging at the four grandmasters protecting Qu Ziming.

The reason for targeting these four people is that they are the strongest and have killed the most sand wolves.

The principle of "capture the king first" applies everywhere.

In the eyes of the Sand Wolf King, as long as these four people are killed, the remaining people will naturally no longer pose a threat.

Unfortunately, the Sand Wolf King, which was twice the size of its subordinates and whose fur was as hard as steel needles, ultimately chose the wrong target. It was sent flying more than ten feet away by the powerful palm strike from Ke Lianba.

Before the Sand Wolf King could even get up, Shi Sheng, one of the five supervisors of the West Pavilion, arrived gracefully, holding an embroidery needle in his hand.

The embroidery needle, only an inch long, possessed terrifying destructive power under the enhancement of Shi Sheng's powerful internal energy. The moment it was shot out, it shattered most of the Sand Wolf King's huge head.

With a thud, the Sand Wolf King, having lost half its head, collapsed to the ground.

After the Sand Wolf King died, the remaining Sand Wolves let out mournful howls. Instead of retreating, they launched an even more ferocious attack, as if determined to fight to the death.

Just as the warriors were engaged in a final battle with the sand wolf pack, a slight tremor suddenly came from beneath the sand.

Of all the martial artists present, only a few dozen with the highest cultivation levels noticed the anomaly beneath the sand immediately.

But before they could warn the others, they saw sand dunes of varying sizes rising up where the blood had soaked in.

Looking around, hundreds of blood-red sand dunes suddenly rose from the ground surrounding the battlefield, and more were still appearing!

"--not good!"

"Run! There's danger!"

"Damn it!"

Several experienced martial artists were alarmed when they saw sand dunes constantly bulging up from the ground. They shouted warnings to the others and retreated, no longer wanting to entangle with the sand wolves, and fled in all directions.

The sand wolf pack reacted just like the martial artists, clearly aware of the terrifying nature of what lay beneath the sand dunes. They lost all their fighting spirit and began to scatter and flee.

As soon as the sounds of people and wolves fleeing rang out, the small sand dunes immediately cracked open, and swarms of dense black ants poured out like fountains, rushing at great speed toward all living things on the ground.

"They're ghost-faced ants! Damn it, when will this ever end?!"

Yan Guang complained loudly as he desperately tried to escape. He was completely unaware that a sand dune was peeking out from the ground in front of him.

After running another dozen or so feet, Yan Guang belatedly noticed that a small sand dune had appeared just a few feet to his right.

The ghost-faced ants, hiding beneath the sand dunes, seemed to have been prepared. Sensing someone approaching, they surged out in an instant, forming a pincer movement with the dark swarm of ants behind them, and charged towards Yan Guang together.

"It's over—my life is over!"

At such close range, coupled with the terrifying speed and sheer number of ghost ants, even if one managed to rush out, they would inevitably be bitten.

Once bitten by a ghost ant, even just a small bite, the body will quickly stiffen, naturally slowing down the escape speed until the swarm of ghost ants catches up and devours the victim...

Just as Yan Guang steeled himself, ready to unleash his full power and fight the Ghost-Faced Ant to the death, he suddenly felt his clothes tighten, and then his feet left the ground, and he was lifted into the air.