The mistress has no feelings, why do you provoke her?

Mei bent her legs slightly, her inner strength surging throughout her body.

Just as they were preparing for a final battle against the relentless wolves chasing them, a deafening tiger's roar suddenly rang out.

To their astonishment, a massive, striped tiger suddenly leaped out from the side like a golden lightning bolt, passing Mei and Yan Yan directly, baring its fangs and claws as it pounced on the wolf pack.

Upon seeing this scene, Mei and Yan Yan were stunned and stood there, their eyes wide open, their faces full of disbelief.

The tiger arrived unexpectedly, and its movements were incredibly swift.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the tiger's sharp claws and fangs came in handy, and one wolf after another had its neck bitten off by the tiger, letting out a series of miserable howls.

The once-fierce wolf pack instantly crumbled, terrified and fleeing in all directions.

"I never expected such a good thing to happen." Mei's tense nerves relaxed, and she couldn't help but chuckle. Her narrow phoenix eyes were full of the smugness of surviving a disaster.

He casually waved his hand at the majestic tiger and said with an arrogant expression, "Fools, go ahead and kill yourselves. I won't keep you company."

After saying that, he turned around and was about to lead Yan Yan toward the bridge.

But who could have imagined that after dealing with the wolf pack, the tiger would suddenly turn around and stride in a few big steps to stand in front of Mei, blocking his way.

Sharp fangs were bared, and the breath they exhaled carried a bloody stench, inspiring fear.

As expected of the king of beasts, Yan Yan's eyes were full of amazement, without the slightest fear.

Mei's eyes instantly turned cold and frosty, and she exuded a murderous aura. She squeezed out two words through gritted teeth: "You're courting death."

Being forced into such a predicament by a wild beast was undoubtedly a great humiliation for him.

He carefully settled Yan Yan aside.

Then, he quickly reached for his waist and drew a soft sword with a "whoosh".

As soon as the sword appeared, it emitted a clear, resonant sound, like the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger, and instantly became incredibly hard and sharp, its cold light flashing.

Although Yan Yan had never actually been on the battlefield, she had heard many strange tales and anecdotes about the martial arts world. Looking at this sword, she couldn't help but marvel: This must be an unparalleled sword.

The fact that he could force Mei to resort to weapons shows that he was truly enraged.

With a swift twist of his wrist, the sword, gleaming with a chilling light, traced a sharp arc as he charged towards the tiger like a black lightning bolt.

The sharp sword wind howled, as if it were about to tear the surrounding air apart.

Yan Yan had been standing to the side, her expression calm and full of confidence in her master's martial arts skills.

But just as Mei was about to stab the tiger, a strange scene suddenly occurred.

With a slight twist of its massive body, the tiger's thick forepaws, carrying a powerful gust of wind, struck the longsword in Mei's hand like a heavy hammer, sending it flying.

With a "whoosh," the longsword plunged straight into the ground several feet away, its hilt still trembling slightly.

Immediately afterward, taking advantage of Mei's unsteady stance, the tiger pounced forward, its massive body crashing down like a small mountain.

Yan Yan's heart tightened, her face filled with worry, and she couldn't help but shout, "Master!"

However, what happened next was even more unexpected.

The tiger's raised claws didn't aim for Mei's fatal throat, but instead slapped him hard across the face.

The sharp "snap" was particularly jarring in the quiet mountain forest.

Mei's body was spun halfway around by the slap, his head was spinning violently, and he staggered, almost falling over.

He slowly raised his hand, touching his cheek that was throbbing and swelling rapidly from the beating. His face was initially blank, filled with disbelief, but then a raging fire of anger ignited in his eyes.

He, the mighty and renowned top assassin in the martial arts world, whose hands are stained with the blood of countless people, was actually slapped in the face by a wild beast.

This was the greatest humiliation of his life!

Mei looked up at the sky and roared, her voice filled with anger and resentment. Her inner strength surged wildly like a raging tide, and her clothes fluttered and rustled without wind under the influence of her powerful inner strength.

He stared intently at the tiger before him, his eyes filled with murderous intent. He spoke slowly and deliberately, through gritted teeth, "I will skin you alive, tear out your tendons, and soak your bones in wine. Prepare to die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mei pounced on the tiger again. This time, his attack was even more ferocious than before, with every move carrying a chilling killing intent.

However, to everyone's astonishment, he was once again easily subdued by the tiger.

With another "smack," the tiger's claws did the same thing, slapping him across the face once more.

At this sight, Yan Yan gasped in shock, instinctively covering her mouth, her eyes wide with disbelief.

All of this was completely beyond his comprehension.

Mei was slapped twice by the tiger, and she felt a rush of blood to her head, so angry that she almost vomited blood.

This tiger's strength was unfathomable; despite his best efforts, he was utterly helpless against it.

Mei's eyes were bloodshot, and her anger burned fiercely. She pounced on the tiger again without regard for anything else.

However, everything remained the same. Every attack he made was easily deflected, and he was still met with the tiger's merciless slaps.

Yan Yan tilted her head to the side, looking at the unequal battle with a puzzled expression.

Suddenly, as if he had discovered something, his eyes widened, and a look of surprise and joy appeared on his face. He shouted loudly, "Father!"

The sudden sound froze Mei in place. In the instant he was distracted, the tiger's claws landed heavily on his face again.

Mei was sent flying by the punch, crashing heavily to the ground. Lying there, he stared blankly at the tiger before him and tentatively called out, "Xiao Ji?"

The tiger did not respond, nor did it launch another attack.

At that moment, a strange fragrance wafted into Mei's nostrils, and he felt a splitting headache, his vision went black, and he almost lost consciousness.

When Mei opened her eyes again, the scene before her had changed dramatically.

The surrounding mountains and forests remain the same, but the wooden bridge that was so close by has become a dead tree connected only by a swaying vine.

Seeing this, Mei broke out in a cold sweat. If he had taken Yan Yan onto that seemingly sturdy bridge just now, he would probably have been smashed to pieces by now.

Looking around, there were no wolves or tigers, only Xiao Ji standing in front of him with an unfriendly expression, coldly saying, "If I had arrived any later, you would have taken my son and jumped off the cliff."

It turned out that Xiao Ji had been secretly watching Mei and Yan Yan ever since they stepped into this mountain forest.

However, as soon as the two encountered the mist, they were affected by the illusionary fragrance and fell into an illusion.

The so-called wolf pack and tigers were nothing more than illusions created by Huanxiang.

Xiao Ji also tried to wake them up, but Mei didn't know how powerful the illusionary fragrance was; the more guarded a person was, the harder it was to wake them up.

He could only watch helplessly as Mei led Yan Yan around in circles in the woods, the two of them occasionally kicking a tree by the roadside.

Yan Yan even peed next to the sapling.

Seeing that scene, Xiao Ji couldn't help but laugh.