Urban Wolf King

Seven or eight horsemen galloped out from Wang Yan's barracks, heading towards a distant mountain.

Surrounded by the riders was Wang Yan holding Purple Smoke. Behind him closely followed Little Wolf, and a number of cavalrymen.

In Wang Yan's arms was the frail Purple Smoke.

Feeling the jostling of the horseback, Purple Smoke slowly opened her eyes, revealing a hint of tenderness and dependency in her weak gaze. She opened her mouth to say something to Wang Yan but could only emit "Ah ah—" sounds.

Seeing this, Wang Yan felt a pang in his heart. He gently patted Purple Smoke, clenching his teeth and said in his heart, "Purple Smoke, rest assured, I will definitely save you."

Hooves trampled the ground, dust flying, like a dragon of earth, directly reaching the foot of the mountain.

Almost without stopping, Wang Yan and his seven or eight riders urged their horses forward until they reached the mountainside.

Little Wolf pointed to a thatched house at the mountain top not far away, and said, "Master, the summit is where the Wise One resides."

Just then, a young boy walked out from the thatched house at the mountain top, sprinted to the mountainside, and stopped Wang Yan, saying, "All who wish to see the Wise One must ascend the mountain on foot, no riding allowed."

A black-faced cavalryman behind Wang Yan stepped his horse forward coldly, saying, "Do you know who you are blocking? This is none other than the famed Grand General Wang Yan!"

Now, Wang Yan's reputation has shaken the world, so wherever he goes, just mentioning the name Wang Yan, there is shock and submission.

However, upon hearing Wang Yan's name, the young boy remained as calm as ever, saying blandly, "No matter what general, in my view, it's just a mere shell."

Hearing this youth dare to belittle Wang Yan like this, all the cavalrymen were furious, all drawing their long knives, pointing at the boy.

Wang Yan waved his hand, ordering everyone to sheath their knives, then politely said to the boy: "I am Wang Yan, requesting a meeting with the Wise One."

The boy said, "The teacher is on the mountain, but only the general may ascend alone, all others must wait here."

Wang Yan nodded, raised his hand to stop the attendants who were about to protest, then dismounted, carrying Purple Smoke, and ascended to the mountain top on foot.

Little Wolf led these iron cavalry, waiting at the mountainside.

Watching Wang Yan's ascending silhouette, a cold smile appeared in Little Wolf's eyes.

Under the guidance of the youth, Wang Yan reached the mountain top.

This mountain peak was extremely high, overlooking the barracks stretching hundreds of miles down below.

Wang Yan had no interest in the view, directly went to the thatched house. There, before the house was a reed mat, upon which sat an elderly man, gazing into the distance.

The old man appeared young despite his white hair, possessing an immortal-like demeanor.

Wang Yan placed Purple Smoke on the reed mat, and respectfully said to the elder, "Sir, please save the life of this young maiden."

The elder turned his head, glanced at Wang Yan, and said blandly, "Everyone says General Wang Yan battles constantly, with his daughter never leaving his side. Upon meeting today, this young maiden is not the general's daughter."

Hearing this, Wang Yan could not help but be startled.

Outwardly, Wang Yan had always claimed Purple Smoke as his daughter. No one knew Purple Smoke's true origins. Today, the elder, upon first meeting, could see that Purple Smoke was not his daughter.

Immediately, a ray of hope emerged in Wang Yan's heart, and he replied to the elder, "Though not my daughter, she is like my daughter. Please sir, guide me to a path to save her."

The elder did not answer Wang Yan, but said, "A general may save his own children, but who saves the countless children of the world?"

Hearing this remark, Wang Yan was again startled, bowing his head and pondering for a moment, then sighed and said, "One general's success is built on thousands of bones, sir you are right indeed."

Hearing Wang Yan's words, the elder smiled, saying, "It's truly a blessing for the world that the general can utter such words. Today, the general is running to save his daughter, but how many parents have lost children due to the general's wars and killings?"

Wang Yan slowly said, "Though you are correct, if not for me, others would wage war, perhaps killing even more, leaving more parents without children. Although I wage war for years, it's for a brief fight aiming for eternal peace. Once I unify the world, there would be no more suffering, everyone will share peace."

The elder shook his head, saying, "Every person who initiates war might say as lofty a reason as the general's. Since it's done, why not admit it? It's cause and effect, the death of this young maiden is just the result of the general's wars."

Upon hearing this, Wang Yan was stunned for the third time.

Could Purple Smoke's frail state truly be related to him?

"Please sir, teach me," Wang Yan humbly asked.

"It's simple, just two words—let go!"

"Let go?" Wang Yan questioned, puzzled.

"Indeed, they say one is not satisfied in body but unrestricted in mind, the greatest strength isn't force, but the true heart."

Upon hearing these words, Wang Yan's body trembled abruptly, murmuring, "True strength lies in the heart."

The elder said no more, just watching Wang Yan with a smile.

After a moment, Wang Yan gazed at the Wise One, and slowly asked, "I have one last question for sir: are these words sought by Ying Zheng and Little Wolf, meant to delude me?"

The Wise One merely smiled and said, "Ying Zheng and Little Wolf indeed sought me to persuade the general to renounce fame and fortune. But does this matter?"

As the Wise One spoke, Wang Yan closely watched the Wise One's eyes, seeing them clear as a spring.

After hearing the Wise One's words, Wang Yan quietly repeated, "Does this matter?"

While Wang Yan and the elder conversed on the mountain, at the mountainside, Little Wolf's face couldn't conceal his smugness, thinking: Wang Yan, oh Wang Yan, though you are powerful and wise, unfortunately, you are overly compassionate. This time, Ying Zheng and I joined forces, you will certainly be swayed by the Wise One, and your vast army will be mine, finally the opportunity of the Celestial Divine Realm will arise between Ying Zheng and myself. At that time, I won't mind switching our roles as master and servant.

While Little Wolf contemplated, he heard Wang Yan's voice from the mountain top, "Little Wolf, lead everyone back to the camp. I will stay here on the mountain to reflect and cultivate with the Wise One."

With these words, Wang Yan slowly sat down beside the elder.

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