Accidentally Reincarnated in Cultivation World
Chapter 50: Fight [2]

Chapter 50: Fight [2]

[A/N: 50 Chapter milestone completed!!!]

The wolves struck with ferocity.

It was chaos, but not disorder.

These weren’t like mindless beasts. They had tactics.

As the first chilling howl rang out, the white-furred wolves lunged with unified precision, their spiky coats bristling and glowed faintly under the filtered sunlight.

Lin Fan was the first to meet them head-on.

His blade met a wolf’s claw with a sharp metallic clang.

Sparks flew.

Three more wolves leapt from his flank. He ducked low, letting one pass overhead before pivoting and launching a diagonal slash—clean, efficient, deadly.

A severed wolf’s body collapsed at his feet with a dull thud.

He didn’t pause.

Sweat trickled down his brow, but his smile widened.

"This is what I need!!!" he roared, eyes gleaming with battle-lust.

He was simple-minded, but his fighting spirit burned bright.

Not far from him, Yu Xueqing danced between two wolves, her twin blades flashing like silver lightning.

Her style was fast and methodical—each movement sharp, controlled.

She avoided engaging more than one wolf at a time, instead circling them to create isolation.

’If we reduce their numbers it will be easier to fight them’ she thought.

One wolf lunged, snarling. She blocked its claws with one blade and struck its belly with the other. A second strike. A third. The wolf groaned before collapsing, blood pooling beneath it.

She moved on without hesitation.

Yu Hao, clad in minimal armor but wielding thick knuckle gauntlets, charged with wild enthusiasm. He wasn’t fast—but he didn’t need to be.

A punch to the skull—CRACK!—flattened the first wolf. Another lunged from the right. Yu Hao twisted, planting his foot and delivering a devastating side-kick.

The wolf flew like a sack of meat, slamming into someone else with a resounding thud.

"HEY! WHO THREW THAT DOG?!"

It was Mo Lin, momentarily staggered, now fending off three mid-stage Qi Condensation wolves.

His treasured sword — home to a nagging grandma-spirit — was as noisy as ever.

’Idiot boy! Stop taking! Swing your sword properly!’

"Yeah, yeah! I’m working on it!" he shouted back mentally.

Gritting his teeth, Mo Lin charged, his sword sweeping wide in a furious arc. His sword sang through the air, forcing the wolves to dance backward.

Yu Bo and Yu Zhen weren’t powerhouses—but they had teamwork.

Yu Bo drew the wolves’ attention, swerving and dodging nimbly, baiting them into sloppy lunges. Yu Zhen followed attacking the them.

It wasn’t flashy, but it worked.

On the other side of the battlefield, the wolves who drew Yu Lingluo as an opponent soon realized their mistake.

She was enjoying herself.

One wolf leapt —bang!— a high kick sent it flipping.

Another lunged —smack!— a palm to the nose disoriented it.

A third howled — only to be smacked in the rump with a stick she’d picked up for fun.

She didn’t even draw her weapon.

These wolves were beginning to regret life. If wolves could cry, these would be sobbing.

Because this was too much bullying, even they had standards.

Lingluo even yawned. "Come on, this can’t be all you’ve got?"

Ming Tianmei, on the other hand, was a storm of silence.

She summoned her Sword Intent, and it shimmered—a radiant silver aura that wrapped around her blade.

Every move was graceful. Every strike, fatal.

She didn’t shout. She didn’t posture. She simply killed.

Two wolves charged together. She spun, delivering twin cuts in opposite directions. Their bodies collapsed without even a whimper.

’Too easy,’ she thought, frowning slightly.

But she remained vigilant. Her eyes constantly scanned the battlefield, always aware of her allies’ positions—even Yu Xuan’s... except he was gone.

"Where’s Yu Xuan?" she muttered.

At the edge of the forest clearing, where Yu Xuan had been calmly observing moments earlier, there was only silence.

Unbeknownst to the others, he had vanished the moment he sensed something in the shadows watching the battle unfold.

But the team didn’t have time to dwell on that.

Because the boss was still waiting.

The giant grey wolf still hadn’t moved.

Its fur shimmered like steel, its eyes burning with cold intelligence.

When the tide started turning — when its underlings began to fall one by one — the alpha wolf finally growled.

Truly, being a boss monster if he didnt have any underlings, then it would shame the whole boss community.

And the main question was:

Who would do his odd-jobs?

Who will he give orders to?

Who would he bully if he was bored?

And the boss monster psychology definitely said: Only help underlings in the end.

So, its paw stepped forward.

The earth trembled slightly.

The large grey wolf let out a howl.

And the great battle was about to begin.

***

On the other side of the battlefield, Yu Xuan had already slipped into the deeper part of the forest.

Not too far — just enough that the sounds of clashing steel and howling wolves became faint echoes.

Here, the trees grew denser and their shadows grew long and quiet.

He paused, scanning his surroundings.

Everything appeared normal at first glance — a tranquil area of forest untouched by the chaos behind him.

But his instincts whispered otherwise.

Something was off.

His eyes narrowed as he turned slowly in place, trying to locate the source of the unease.

The forest here was too still. No rustling leaves. No chirping insects. Just an eerie silence.

Then, he noticed it.

The trees.

They cast shadows in odd directions — not from the sun, but from something else. Something that wasn’t visible.

Whatever it was, it wasn’t in plain sight. It was hiding... in the shadows.

Yu Xuan’s gaze sharpened.

’There’s definitely something wrong here,’ he thought.

Instead of charging blindly, he circled the area, careful not to make a sound. The air grew cooler the closer he stepped toward the tree line.

’That trait would be most useful in this situation.’ he recalled about a particular trait — his only Active trait — that he didn’t use too often.

Then, without hesitation, he activated his trait — or as cultivators called it, his Divine Ability.

[Soul Vision]

An invisible light flickered across his black pupils.

And in that instant, the world changed.