Soul Land 5: The Rebirth of Tang San

Chapter 227: Revenge

Intense fluctuations of vital energy were evident on that side, where large tables had been set up for the strong leaders of the Wind Wolves.

Tang San silently concealed his aura, making not the slightest sound. He continued to wait.

The pig demons were busily carrying out pots of meat and sending them to the backyard, followed by jars of strong liquor.

Having lived in the Wind Wolf Clan's small town, Tang San was well aware of how fond these demons were of drinking. Thus, today's plan came naturally.

The party became noticeably noisier; they were celebrating the most important day of the year, after all.

Over a hundred tables filled the spacious backyard. Not far off, an altar held thirty-six corpses from which blood continuously dripped, flowing and soaking into the patterns on the altar's surface, emitting a thick, metallic scent.

This scent of blood not only didn’t disturb the party, but it even made the eyes of the Wind Wolves shine with a bloodthirsty light, almost as if they couldn't wait to tear into those corpses.

The tall and burly Wind Wolf King sat at the main table, which could accommodate thirty. He had a humanoid body and a massive wolf head. From his forehead, clusters of cyan fur extended toward his back, showcasing the purity of his bloodline.

Should he break through to the god level, the Wind Wolf King's cyan fur would gain a hint of gold, indicating that his bloodline had reached a higher tier.

However, for a bloodline like the Wind Wolves’, breaking through to the god level was not easy. The clan's Grand Elder was the only one who had reached this step and was now serving at the Ancestral Court.

"Sit down, everyone. If you get this excited just from a little blood, what good are you?" the Wind Wolf King angrily rebuked his clansmen. They were constantly howling toward the altar where the bodies lay.

Only then did the strong members of the Wind Wolf clan quiet down and take their seats. The tables were already laden with steaming meat and only meat. Some Wind Wolves couldn't wait and started grabbing and tearing into the meat.

The Wind Wolf King frowned slightly, deeply dissatisfied with the situation. The Wind Wolves had always been a third-rate clan, due to their fourth-tier bloodline, and since becoming the Wind Wolf King, he had always wanted to lead the clan to greater heights. However, due to their poor foundation, they could not even suppress the Flash Leopard clan.

The Wind Wolf King let out a howl, grabbed the cup before him, and downed it in one gloomy gulp. "Eat, drink!"

At a table not far from the main one sat a group of Wind Wolf demons who appeared much calmer than the strongmen of the Wind Wolf clan. They were on the slimmer side, wore ornate robes unlike the attire of ordinary Wind Wolf demons, and held staves. These were the priests of the clan.

The wolf demons were primarily split into two branches: the War Wolves and the Wolf Priests, with the Wolf Priests holding a higher status. The position of Wind Wolf King was traditionally held by someone from the War Wolves branch, while the Grand Elder was chosen from the Wind Wolf Priests. This arrangement was not just within the Wind Wolf clan, but almost universal among the wolf demons.

The current Wind Wolf King was naturally also a War Wolf, just like his predecessors. However, he was one of the few with exceptionally high spiritual intelligence within the War Wolves, which was what had allowed him to cultivate to the peak of the ninth order. Unfortunately, he was well aware that breaking through to the god level was extremely difficult, possible only with unique opportunities, such as obtaining the blood of the Golden Wolf King. Of course, this was easier said than done.

After that major battle with the Flash Leopard clan a while back, the upper echelons of the wolf clans reprimanded him. Were it not for the support of the high nobility of Kali City, his position as the Wind Wolf King would have been unstable. Despite harboring resentment toward the Flash Leopard lineage, he dared not take further action, which was one of the sources of his ongoing displeasure.

At this moment, seeing the Wind Wolf King commence, the wolf demons at each table began to feast with gusto. The aroma of meat and wine and the shouts of the wolf demons spread throughout the backyard.

The wolf demons who could sit at the main table were all at least at the eighth order, with a few even at the ninth order.

"Big brother, when will we take on those bastards from the Flash Leopard clan again?" asked a particularly burly Wind Wolf sitting next to the Wind Wolf King, downing a big gulp of wine.

The Wind Wolf King also took a swig and replied, "Take on what now? The clan is already very dissatisfied with us. We can only endure for now."

Just then, a voice came from behind the Wind Wolf King, "If we can't act openly, we can do it in secret, just like they ambushed our village. If they can slander us for hunting Flash Leopard cubs, why can't we frame them with some charges?"

The Wind Wolf King turned around. Standing behind him was a Wind Wolf Priest—if Tang San could see this scene, he would have immediately recognized this priest.

The Wind Wolf King's eyes flashed fiercely, and he waved his hand. "Your hatred has clouded your judgment. What day is today? We'll talk about this later."

A hint of resentment flashed in the priest's eyes. She opened her mouth and said softly, "Wasn't that your son?"

The Wind Wolf King's eyes instantly turned red, and he suddenly stood up, turned around, and kicked the Wind Wolf Priest to the ground. "Shut your mouth, piss off!"

"Calm your anger, Wolf King. How can you act like this on the day of the Great Sacrifice?" At the table of the Wind Wolf Priests, the oldest among them raised his staff, and an invisible authority radiated from him, even seemingly blending with the bloody scent from the distant altar.

Only then did the Wind Wolf King restrain himself, sit back down, and fiercely down a large cup of wine.

The kicked Wind Wolf Priest got up, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and walked back to her table to sit quietly, showing no interest in the meat and wine.

This incident did not dampen the spirits of the Wind Wolf demons; drinking heartily and eating large chunks of meat was an important tradition among most demon races. Especially with the scent of blood from the altar. That was when their spirits were at their highest.

The sky had darkened entirely, yet the backyard was illuminated by the light of Wind Spirit Stones, revealing everything in detail. Large Wind Spirit Stones were gathered and activated by a crude array to release the wind element within, forming a green light. This made the backyard seem somewhat eerie, but with the rich wind element that the Wind Wolf clan loved most, they were very comfortable like this.

After three rounds of drinking, many Wind Wolf demons were somewhat drunk but still reluctant to put down their cups. For most races, alcohol was a luxury, expensive, and not always available. The wine at the annual sacrifice ceremony was naturally much better than the inferior wine they usually had, so it was unsurprising that many were more than eager to indulge.

Gradually, some of the members of the Wind Wolf clan were sprawled over the tables, snoring away.

The Wind Wolf King drank a great deal, and under the influence of alcohol, his inner turmoil was somewhat alleviated. However, the feeling of dizziness surged as well.

Drinking was for the pursuit of the sensation of drunkenness, so on regular days, they never used their bloodline power to counteract the effects of alcohol. Otherwise, what would be the point of drinking?

The Wind Wolf King stood up, intending to summon a pig demon to bring him more wine, when suddenly he swayed. A sudden bout of dizziness struck him, causing him to plop back into his seat.

He shook his massive wolf head forcefully, a flash of confusion in his eyes immediately replaced by alertness. Given his constitution, even if he got drunk, it shouldn't be to the extent that he couldn't control his own body!

Something’s off! He immediately activated the bloodline power within his body, trying to expel the alcohol, and shouted, "Something's wrong. There's a problem."

The surrounding wolf demons who had not yet succumbed to drunkenness instinctively looked in his direction. Relatively speaking, the Wind Wolf Priests were more restrained in their drinking, and they were still fine. Hearing the Wind Wolf King's shout, they all stood up.