NFBE Chapter 161 Charming Fox Girl × Cold-Faced Wolf King 11 (The End)
Chapter 161 Charming Fox Girl × Cold-Faced Wolf King 11 (The End)
The Fox Queen had no way to deal with Ji Xiaosong when she suddenly noticed her daughter's fingertips twitching slightly in her sleeve. The star patterns around the altar flickered with her breath.
No wonder Ji Xiaosong was so confident; this little rascal clearly possesses immense spiritual power and the legacy of the High Priest!
"Since you have the ability to protect yourself, I'm not worried about you. But you must take care of your health, after all, you're going to be carrying this child for so long."
The Fox Queen looked at Ji Xiaosong with even more helplessness.
Ji Xiaosong knew the Fox Queen was worried about her. After briefly demonstrating her strength, she suddenly frowned and grumbled, "Ouch, my little one kicked me! He must want to eat Mother's Hundred Flower Cake~"
Seeing her daughter's face turn pale instantly, the fox queen was so frightened that she turned and ran to the kitchen, completely unaware that the little fox behind her was making a triumphant paw gesture at the wolf king.
Feng Cangwu chuckled and pulled her close, kissing away the thin layer of sweat that had seeped from the tip of her nose.
"Bad fox."
"Not at all."
Ji Xiaosong tugged at the silver wolf totem on her husband's lapel, her eyes sparkling with a thousand stars. "I want everyone to think that without Brother Cangwu, I'm just a gluttonous, sleepy little good-for-nothing!"
The evening breeze carried the sweet aroma wafting from the kitchen, mingled with the crisp scent of cedar emanating from the wolf king.
Ji Xiaosong squinted at the gradually brightening stars, and amidst her mother's exasperated shouts of "Ji Xiaosong, you lied to me again!", she buried her face in her lover's neck and secretly laughed.
The days passed by at a leisurely pace, and five years flew by in the blink of an eye. Ji Xiaosong finally reached the due date for the baby in her belly.
On the day of the birth, the stars above the wolf clan's altar suddenly lit up at noon, and the sun and moon appeared in the sky at the same time.
The Hundred Beasts Mountain Range was completely silent; even the fiercest saber-toothed tigers bent their forelegs toward the altar.
All the trees of the wolf clan moved without wind, their leaves transforming into streams of light that flowed towards the delivery room where Ji Xiaosong was.
"Why did she have to give birth during the new moon of the lunar month?!"
The fox queen clutched the blood-soaked handkerchief, watching as the silver wolf totem emerging on her daughter's belly grew brighter and brighter.
The birthing bed was intertwined with the emerald light of the fox clan's healing magic and the silver light of the wolf clan's protective spell, yet it could not suppress the divine power seeping from Ji Xiaosong's bones and blood.
Feng Cangwu crushed the black iron door frame with his bare hands, and scarlet blood dripped from between his fingers.
Every suppressed cry of pain in the delivery room made his pupils glow with gold, and the faint phantom of a beast god spanning the heavens and earth appeared behind him.
"Song'er, let me in..."
"Your Majesty, you mustn't!"
The wolf clan high priest stood firmly in front of the door, the tortoise shell in his hand cracked into a spiderweb pattern. "Young master, the bloodlines of the two clans within you are currently merging. If you enter now, divine power will be unleashed..."
"Go away!"
A thunderclap exploded between heaven and earth, and half of Feng Cangwu's face was covered with divine patterns.
Suddenly, a blood-stained fingertip pierced the barrier, and Ji Xiaosong's hoarse cry, mixed with sobs, shattered the chaos:
"If you dare to barge in, I... I'll take my cub back to the fox clan and live there for ten years!"
The raging spiritual energy around Feng Cangwu suddenly froze.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, the Fox King poured a medicinal mist made from rare herbs into the delivery room, and smiled as he looked at his son-in-law:
"Wolf King, do not worry. Xiao Song has her people to take care of her and will surely give birth safely."
As the rosy dawn pierced through the clouds, a clear, melodious cry shattered the snow-covered peaks of the Three Mountains and Five Sacred Peaks.
Ninety-nine golden lightning bolts cleaved the sky, but transformed into sweet rain the instant they touched the delivery room.
A hundred birds carried a swaddling cloth woven from flowing light past the window, and all the beastmen could see clearly the humanoid infant surrounded by chaotic energy.
The silver wolf mark between his eyebrows intertwined with the fox tail birthmark, and he raised his hand to grasp the falling star.
"It's born in human form! This is the next Beast God descending!"
The wolf clan elders trembled and prostrated themselves on the ground, "Welcome to the arrival of the young god!"
When Feng Cangwu burst into the delivery room, Ji Xiaosong was biting a hairband and tying her hair up.
Seeing his hands covered in blood, she chuckled, revealing a small tiger tooth: "Our little one's first birthday celebration hunt will require the Beast God's personal attention..."
The unspoken words were sealed by a trembling embrace.
Feng Cangwu buried his face in her sweat-dampened neck, the phantom wolf tail behind him enveloping his wife and child like a snow cocoon, a broken sob escaping his throat: "We'll never have any more children, Song'er, we never want any more..."
"What a stupid thing to say."
Ji Xiaosong tucked the wailing baby into his arms, her fingertips brushing against the corners of her husband's bloodshot eyes. "Look, the baby's foxfire has burned your divine markings."
Suddenly, thousands of lotus lanterns rose into the sky outside the window, their prayer lights, lit by the fox clan's spiritual power, illuminating the mountains and rivers.
The thunderous clang of wolf warriors striking shields with their claws mingled with the clear, melodious prayers of fox maidens.
The fox queen held her grandson tightly, unwilling to let go, her tears falling onto the star-shaped pendant clutched by the infant.
"Our little Song, who used to be a tiny little fox, is now..."
"Mother," Ji Xiaosong suddenly grabbed her mother's sleeve, "I want to eat roasted venison."
The delivery room erupted into chaos.
Feng Cangwu gazed at the infant in his arms, whose golden eyes were wide open. The little guy was playing with a strand of his silver hair, and the foxfire dancing in his palm intertwined with the howl of a wolf to form an unprecedented totem.
At the edge of the sky, the Beast God Stele, silent for millennia, suddenly revealed a new divine decree, and every leaf in the Hundred Beast Mountains trembled and whispered:
A new god has been born, may his blessings last forever.
Feng Cangwu named the child Langtian, with "Tian" meaning everything.
Lang Tian was the darling of both the fox and wolf clans from a young age, and was showered with love and affection.
Therefore, Feng Cangwu began to cultivate Lang Tian's ability to become a beast god from the moment he could speak.
When Lang Tian turned ten, he was already a qualified Beast God, but this was something that could not be told to anyone except Ji Xiaosong and Feng Cangwu.
The Beast God survives on the faith of the people; he must be mysterious.
If this were to become known, it would disrupt the natural order of the world.
According to Feng Cangwu's plan, when Lang Tian turns twenty, he can leave the wolf clan and become a reclusive beast god.
Finding an opportunity, Feng Cangwu summoned Lang Tian, who had just turned twenty, to his cave.
“Son, you have turned twenty. Your father and your mother also want to lay down our burdens and travel around the world.”
Looking at his handsome and dashing son, Lang Tian was quite satisfied.
This son is just as talented as the child I had in the Phoenix Clan, it's just that the spiritual energy here is not as good as in the Phoenix Clan.
If he could rival the spiritual energy of the Phoenix Clan, perhaps Wolf Heaven could also have a place in the Upper Realm.
"Does Father intend for me to inherit the title of Wolf King, or the title of Beast God?"
"The throne of the Wolf King should be returned to the wolf clan. What you will inherit is naturally the throne of the Beast God. However, after inheriting the throne of the Beast God, you will no longer be able to appear in public at will."
"Why are you able to appear before others, Father?"
"I stayed in the wolf clan specifically to wait for your mother to come to my world."
"Father, is the Beast God unable to appear before people because he fears altering others' destinies and causing the collapse of faith?"
"Yes and no. Of course, this reason is the most important."
"I think this matter has its pros and cons. As long as I can handle it like my father did, it won't be a big problem. Even if I can't handle it well, all I'll lose is my position as the Beast God. I still have cultivation and spiritual power, and I can roam freely in the world without any problem. I don't care about any of this, as long as I'm free."
Wolf's words made Feng Cangwu think deeply.
After a long silence, he sighed and said, "You are my only child in this life, and you will be the only one to inherit the position of Beast God. I will be in this world for a long time, so I will take on this responsibility for you. When I am gone, I will not worry about passing this position to you."
His son was much more mature than he had imagined, so he really shouldn't be worried.
After that, Feng Cangwu passed the position of Wolf King to Lang Tian, who sat in that position for twenty years before passing it on to other members of the Wolf Clan.
After Lang Tian succeeded to the position of Wolf King, Ji Xiaosong and Feng Cangwu began to travel around the Beast World Continent and collected many species unique to this world.
Ten years later, Ji Xiaosong was already 150 years old, which was considered a rare long-lived fox in the beast world.
Rongrong finally returned. She found a moment when Feng Cangwu had temporarily left for a few meters, and then turned into a tiny snowflake and landed on Ji Xiaosong's head.
"Ah Song, I'm finally back. This Yaochi Feast lasted a long time, I'm exhausted."
"Let's take a rest. Are we going to the next world?"
"Yes, yes, the lifespan of your body is nearing its limit, so you have to leave. But how did you provoke Feng Cangwu? Why isn't he in the Phoenix Clan, but in the Beast World?"
"How could I have known that he would act like a madman in this life, not allowing me to leave and taking me everywhere he went?"
"Huh? I was thinking of taking you away secretly. If he finds out, we're both doomed. He's a god-like figure in the Phoenix Clan. It's not impossible for him to create a new small world and become the Heavenly Dao. This Beast World we're in now could very well be one of his small worlds."
"Then... can I still leave? If I don't leave, I won't be able to complete the remaining tasks."
"Sure, we can sneak away while you're all asleep and he's not looking?"
"No, he'll go crazy again. What if he brings me back again?"
"It's not a big problem. You're about to die of old age, and he might not even notice."
Rongrong spoke with absolute certainty, just as Feng Cangwu returned.
"Song'er, you look so tired."
"He's probably sleepy."
The moonlight of late spring was like a silver veil spread over the highest cliff of Bingling Mountain, Wangxing Cliff. Ji Xiaosong leaned against Feng Cangwu's chest, counting the gradually thinning foxtail flowers.
Her snow-white long hair intertwined with her lover's silver hair, the last tuft of hair at the tip of her hair trembling gently with her breath, as if it might turn into stardust and scatter at any moment.
“Cangwu, look, this is the peach blossom wine I buried here ten years ago.”
She suddenly poked the rock beneath her in a childlike manner, but the foxfire that lit up her fingertips only scorched half a patch of moss.
Feng Cangwu grasped her withered hand and condensed his spiritual power into a silver-blue butterfly that landed on her wrist.
"I'll fetch it tomorrow; Song'er can have as much as she wants."
"tomorrow……"
Ji Xiaosong gazed at the shimmering starlight on the butterfly's wings and suddenly chuckled, "Do you remember that year when you taught Lang Tian the Wind Control Technique, and he fell into a mud pit and turned into a little leopard?"
The white mist she exhaled as she spoke contained tiny golden glimmers, a sign that life was beginning to dissipate.
Feng Cangwu's hand tightened suddenly beneath his wide sleeves, but the person in his arms seemed oblivious to the pain, tilting his head back to kiss his tense chin.
“I dreamt yesterday of the hot spring pool where we first met. We spent a long night there.”
The night wind stirred up the scattered peach blossoms on the cliff edge, and Feng Cangwu suddenly trembled violently.
He hurriedly pulled the cloak over his wife, but found that he couldn't warm her increasingly transparent body no matter what he did.
The mournful howl of a wolf cub echoed from the horizon. Twenty miles away, the successor wolf king was running wildly under the moonlight, but he was destined to miss this farewell that had been planned for a century.
"Don't look."
Ji Xiaosong raised her hand to cover her husband's bloodshot eyes, and secretly flicked her pinky finger to disperse the fluffy snow crystals. "We agreed that you would send me off with a smile."
As the first rays of dawn pierced the clouds, nine fluffy fox tails transformed into fireflies and rose toward the rising sun.
Feng Cangwu remained kneeling on the edge of the cliff, embracing the cliff face. Thousands of miles away, Lang Tian, who was holding a succession ceremony, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.
He watched as the life lamp on the altar shattered, and amidst the cries of his people, he transformed into a silver wolf and charged toward Stargazing Cliff.
Along the way, all the beasts bowed their heads, and all the fox tail flowers of the fox clan withered at this moment.
Three months later, the newly appointed Beast God discovered a line of small characters in front of the sacrificial stele, which looked as if someone had painstakingly carved them with their fingernail:
"My little fox is just tired from playing. Once she has counted all the stars in the Milky Way, she will walk home under the moonlight."
The roasted venison offered in front of the monument was still steaming, and as the mountain breeze blew by, the faint sound of a girl's triumphant laughter could be heard.