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Opening my eyes, I couldn't resist letting out a resonant howl that echoed through the cavern. After two months of secluded cultivation, I had finally mastered the first level of the Nine Yin Scripture's Sinew Transforming and Bone Forging Chapter. All the inner strength within my body had transformed into the essence of the Nine Yin, flowing naturally and effortlessly throughout my body without the need for conscious control, thanks to its innate energy.

Although the werewolf's meridians differ from those of humans, this external energy didn't require active imagination to guide it. It could automatically flow to the most suitable meridians, harmonizing with my body's inhalations and exhalations. Although progress was slower, there was no danger of deviation or losing control, nor did I need to delve into the advanced techniques originally recorded in the Nine Yin Scripture.

According to the text, using esoteric internal arts as a catalyst, one should be able to attain the first level of the Sinew Transforming and Bone Forging Chapter within seven days. However, I wasn't using esoteric arts, and without guidance, it naturally took me longer.

But now, with the task accomplished, my gains were even greater. The Sinew Transforming and Bone Forging Chapter was initially intended for Daoist cultivators to reshape their bodies, refining their essence and purifying their meridians, ultimately elevating their life force and pushing their limits. By going against this principle, I not only transformed and refined my inner strength but also advanced my already supreme external skills to new heights. Judging by the sound of my bones and tendons consolidating just now, my Nine Yin White Bone Claw might now be capable of tearing apart metal and stone.

However, only through such transformation do I have a chance to make a name for myself in this world. In my previous life, it was merely a world of humans, where even the mighty Song dynasty was weak, and the iron riders of the Liao and Jin Dynasties were merely strong, unskilled warriors. But in this world, I find myself amidst monsters.

Though the Five Masters of the World were unparalleled in martial arts, they were ultimately bound by human limitations. The Toad Technique of the Western Poison and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm of the Northern Beggar were incredibly powerful, capable of snapping towering trees as thick as a person's waist with ease. Yet, a mammoth humanoid or a giant of the mountains, devoid of any martial arts, could accomplish the same with their innate divine strength. The leaping speed of a Panther Person was also on par with any master of light footwork.

There's also the Aura derived from one's Primordial Energy, which, though not as infinitely versatile and mysterious as True Energy, can temporarily augment physical strength by a factor of ten or even a hundred times. The enhancement in defense and destructive power is more than enough to compensate for any vulnerabilities.

Moreover, there are the mysterious arts of magic. Although I have not witnessed the forbidden spells humans boast of, capable of scorching heavens and boiling seas, or toppling mountains and ravaging cities, the mundane sorceries employed by Shamans alone have revealed to me a wondrous power beyond my wildest imaginings.

Thus, despite my confidence, I am not satiated. This world still holds countless challenges.

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Hardly had I stepped out of the cave when a white blur hurtled toward me. With unparalleled dexterity, I reached out and grasped it mere inches from my face, finding in my hand a wolf cub, small as a puppy, its fur as white as snow.

"Icewind, you're not an ordinary dog, so please don't jump on me and lick me every time we meet!" I said to my pet with a mixture of exasperation and affection.

This little creature was an infant Magic Beast I found half a year ago on an unnamed snow-capped mountain. Despite its resemblance to a Snow Wolf, it had the ability to exhale icy breath. It's said that within the Sun Never Sets Mountains, the concentration of magical elements is so dense that there are tens of thousands of mutated Magic Beasts. Nobody knows which particular lineage this little fellow belongs to.

An experienced old orc once enlightened me that there were creatures whose powerless infancy could transform into formidable might as they matured, capable of challenging even dragons. However, looking at this tiny creature with its dewy eyes, wagging tongue, and an earnest desire to lick my face, I find it challenging to envision it evolving into any sort of magnificent monster.

Initially, I had intended to name it Superwind or Apothecary, to pour my sentiments into the names. But after three consecutive nights of nightmares where I was relentlessly tormented by my master and that thieving shrew, I utterly gave up on those ideas. I also considered naming it Whitey or Rat Catcher (for short). To my surprise, the little fellow seemed to understand, as it clamped down on my tail with its incomplete set of teeth. After an afternoon of stalemate, I eventually surrendered. Ultimately, following the tradition of Peach Blossom Island, it was initiated into the Wind lineage, becoming my junior apprentice brother.

"Alright, wait for me at our usual spot. Choose a larger target this time. I'll be right over after I return to the village." With a casual flick of my wrist, I sent my pet, Frostwind, soaring far away. I then let out a sharp whistle to summon my riding wolf. "Hurry up, or you'll be having raw meat for dinner."

The understanding white pet found itself torn between licking its owner and the enticing roasted meat. After a moment's hesitation, its growling stomach ultimately dictated its decision, and it dashed off into the distance.

Riding on the massive wolf, I arrived back at the village in mere moments. Upon entering, I was greeted by familiar voices from near and far.

"Xuanfeng, have you awoken from your hibernation?"

"The bear clan claims they've found their lost kin in you. Go and reunite with them at once!"

I was at a loss for words. Despite the fact that my relations with the villagers (or should I say, werewolves?) were quite good, considering I had an impressive record in hunting magical beasts and repelling half-orcs, benefiting many of them in the process. Moreover, I had selectively taught the children in the village parts of the Golden Bell Shield and Nine Yin White Bone Claw techniques that werewolves could grasp. Although it was experimental, they still reaped significant benefits.

However, this seclusion had lasted far too long. The concept of such practice was alien to the beastfolk in the small village, hence their understandable astonishment and proliferation of rumors. But since it wasn't a major issue, I rode silently, speeding away without a second thought.

First, I returned home to assure my parents of my safety. In my previous life, I was an orphan and never experienced parental love, so I cherished this family even more. Regarding the matter of my seclusion, I didn't offer any explanation, nor did my parents inquire. After all, I had been independent since childhood and hadn't encountered any significant problems. They were accustomed to my unconventional ways, even accepting my request to change my name to Xuanfeng, which seemed strange to them.

Exiting the house, I first sought out my two younger brothers and three sisters to assess their progress in martial arts, offering guidance along the way. Then, mounting my riding wolf, I headed straight for my true destination—the Blizzard Hut.