Chapter 12: Killing Intent

The girl pointed to a spot not far from the wooden hut's corner, where there was a pile of thatch, and you could vaguely see some damage to the wall. "If it doesn't work, you should run. Impersonating is deadly serious."

The girl's voice became less hoarse as she spoke a few more words.

"Thank you, I can do it," Tang San said in a hushed tone.

The girl looked up at him and saw Tang San's calm gaze. Her petite body trembled slightly, and then she quickly lowered her head. "Oh." She shifted her body, seemingly preparing to leave.

"I'm Tang San, what's your name?" Tang San asked quietly. Besides Zhu Jiaxin, she was the first human he had communicated with, and she was a fellow slave.

The girl, Ling Muxue, looked at him again. His use of numbers as a name didn't seem to surprise her. After a moment of hesitation, she whispered, "My name is Ling Muxue."

Upon hearing her name, Tang San was a bit taken aback. It didn't sound like the name of a slave at all!

"My mom was... was chosen by a... by a wolf demon," Ling Muxue stumbled as she spoke. "So, my mom and I are from the same village, our village. She taught me..."

Although her ability to express herself was limited, Tang San still understood what she meant. Her mother must have been chosen by a wolf demon, and despite being a slave, she had some privileges. At least, she could live with the child she had given birth to and had taught her some things. That's why this girl's thinking was obviously better than children her age, and she knew more. She even had a beautiful name.

"Hmm." Tang San didn't say much and simply nodded at her. Ling Muxue looked at him again, her eyes clearly filled with some worry. "Can you... can you really do it?"

"Hmm," Tang San nodded again. "Oh."

At this point, other human slaves had already started to gaze in their direction. Ling Muxue didn't dare say much more and simply nodded at Tang San once more before curling up and moving to another spot. Perhaps the brief exchange with Ling Muxue had improved Tang San's mood somewhat. Being alone in a foreign land, feeling a sense of warmth was like finding a spark of fire for him. After all, it had been eight years.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye. The ten survivors had the best meals they had ever eaten in this world during these two days, and their spirits were noticeably better than when they first arrived. Several older youths carried a sense of eagerness. They all understood that this was their chance!

Among the ten, there was only one girl, Ling Muxue, and no one paid much attention to her. Everyone's focus was on the awakening of their bloodlines.

If they could pass the bloodline test, it meant they would no longer be slaves and could become vassals of the Wind Wolf clan. For the slaves in this world, this was indeed a chance to change their fate drastically. The status of slaves in this world was so low that it was hardly any different from being treated like livestock – or even worse.

Finally, the door of the wooden hut opened to the anticipation of most of the people. Several robust wolf demons entered and shouted, ordering Tang San and the others inside the hut to follow them. As they stepped out of the wooden hut, the sunlight was somewhat dazzling, but it brought warmth to their bodies. Ling Muxue stayed close to Tang San, who once again felt her gaze filled with concern.

"Rest assured," he whispered softly. Ling Muxue paused for a moment and then looked up at him.

Tang San nodded to her. The wooden hut they had been staying in for the past two days was located within the town. However, today they were taken to the central area of Wind Wolf Town, a small square of approximately a thousand square meters. At this moment, many Wind Wolf clan members had gathered around the square, and in the center of it, there was an altar.

What made Tang San's pupils instantly contract was the base of this altar. It appeared to be constructed with mortar and stones, and you could vaguely see many skulls pieced together within it. Human skulls! Tang San's hands subconsciously clenched into fists. Even in death, they had to be treated like this... A flame seemed to burn in his heart.

Once a God-King, Tang San possessed psychological resilience far beyond ordinary individuals. However, at this moment, he was consumed by a desire to destroy both the Fairy and Wind Wolf clans.

His gaze began to turn cold, a faint hint of killing intent lingering in his heart. Ling Muxue, who was by his side, seemed to sense something. She shivered and subconsciously took a few steps back, creating some distance between them. Her actions startled Tang San, but in a vague way, he seemed to have found something, something from his previous life. He clearly remembered that in his previous life, he had walked a path, a path of hell, when he was young. With his emotions calmed, he slightly narrowed his eyes and concealed that hint of inspiration in his heart.

Monsters! Very well! Tang San and the other nine were brought to the side of Wind Wolf Town's square. Beneath a large tree, an elderly wolf demon sat.

The elderly wolf demon appeared to be female, with emerald green eyes. In her right hand, she held a staff, sitting regally on a large chair. By her side stood a human who looked to be in his forties, with a thin face but dressed in relatively lavish clothing. Faint hints of green light glimmered in his eyes. He hunched slightly, wearing a respectful expression.

With the group of wolf demons that brought Tang San and the others here, they approached the old wolf demon and respectfully bowed. "Respected High Priest, we've brought all the slaves who awakened their bloodlines this year."

The old wolf demon addressed as the High Priest gave a faint response and then gestured to the human man beside her. The human first bowed respectfully to her, then slowly approached the group of thirty people, stopping in front of Tang San and the others.

Tang San had been silently sensing the High Priest's aura. It was strong! Even with his current strength, he couldn't clearly discern the other's cultivation level. Of course, this was without using his own divine consciousness. He didn't dare to use his divine consciousness casually since he had very little of it left. In his current situation, there was no way to replenish it unless it was a life-or-death situation. Only when he grew stronger would his divine consciousness truly come into play.

Just as the human man was about to speak, the wolf demons beside him suddenly parted, simultaneously bowing respectfully. A gigantic wolf demon, standing over three meters tall, strode towards them. This wolf demon appeared incredibly powerful, with muscles brimming with explosive strength. His eyes were a deep shade of green, not as profound as the High Priest's, but still exuding a strong energy fluctuation. He arrived in front of the High Priest with large strides, slightly bowing and placing his right hand over his chest.

"High Priest."

A faint smile appeared on the High Priest's old face. "Lord has arrived. Are you ready for the ancestor's sacrifice, Lord?"

She remained seated throughout, and this indicated that in Wind Wolf Town, she was likely the highest-ranking figure. The Wind Wolf Lord replied, "Everything is prepared. The offerings are ready. We would like the High Priest to officiate."

"Very well. As soon as the bloodline examinations for these slaves are completed, we will begin immediately," the High Priest said calmly.

"Let's begin," the Wind Wolf Lord said to the middle-aged human who had already come in front of Tang San and the others.

"Yes, Lord," the man replied respectfully, then turned to face Tang San and the other nine individuals. "Listen carefully, in a moment, I will examine your bloodlines. During the examination, any reactions you experience, you should show them openly. There's no need to suppress or fear. Give it your all, understand?"

Tang San looked at him, and he caught a glimpse of sadness that flickered in the slightly hunched middle-aged man's eyes.