chsdbacks Chapter 8 Wang Xiaofeng
Chapter 8 Wang Xiaofeng
Let's rewind to early 2026.
In the depths of winter, heavy snow silently blanketed the entire old, barren ridge.
This mountain range has long been designated as a formal ecological protection zone.
Down in the mountains, the world is bustling and noisy, filled with desires and scheming.
Only this remote mountain area, sealed off by regulations and isolated by wind and snow,
Alone, it guards the unchanging order of the mountains and fields for thousands of years.
A few days ago, the wolf king, when it remained still, was intimidating.
A group of outsiders, solely seeking novelty and attention, rashly ventured into the mountains, ultimately...
In a rush, stumbling and crawling.
The vast protected area was completely silent.
The Black Snow Wolf King is the silent king of these mountains.
It does not set foot in the human world, nor cross the boundary between humans and animals.
With the bottom line and order etched by their bloodline, they silently guard the entire mountain forest.
He often walked alone through wind and snow, lived a solitary life, and was lonely for half his life.
People come and go in this world, but never one person...
It can truly see through its cold exterior and reveal a soul that has endured a lifetime of hardship.
People feared its ferocity and regarded it as a mythical beast.
Ordinary people treat it as a topic of conversation and speculate wildly.
No one is willing to calm down and understand the helplessness and loneliness of a mountain-guarding beast.
Until this day, an old man trudged into the mountain through the snow.
He wore a faded cotton-padded jacket, held an old wooden cane, had white hair and a somber face, and deep, reserved eyes.
He left his hometown in middle age and traveled far away. He had experienced the ups and downs of life and possessed a profound and unfathomable spiritual nature.
In his twilight years, he returned to his homeland, alone, to this secluded, barren old mountain.
Others go up the mountain just to enjoy the snow.
The old man didn't go up the mountain.
It is reading mountains.
With slow and steady steps, I carefully sensed the mountain wind, the falling snow, and the earth's atmosphere accumulated over decades.
The mountains' silence, restraint, and sealed-away past.
Only he could understand it at a glance.
The wind and snow suddenly stopped, and all was quiet.
The old man walked to the rocky slope halfway up the mountain and stood quietly.
Ten meters away, on a black rock covered in snow, the Black Snow Wolf King lay quietly on top.
Its fur was as black as ink, and snow covered its shoulders.
All murderous and violent energy vanished, replaced by a calm and dignified demeanor, its power hidden deep within.
The wolf king had already sensed the old man the moment he stepped into the boundary of the ecological reserve.
In the past, if a stranger approached, it would immediately flee into the dense forest and avoid being seen.
But today, it remains motionless, silently gazing at the vast expanse of white snow.
It can smell it.
The old man before me was completely different from ordinary people.
Without greed, without malice, without the desire to spy.
All that remains is the weighty weight of mountains and rivers, and a profound understanding of the ways of the world.
A man and a wolf faced each other across the snow.
There was no confrontation, no defense, and no disturbance.
A mysterious elder who has seen all the vicissitudes of life,
The Black Snow Wolf King, guarding the desolate mountain ridge alone,
In the midst of a blizzard
It was a soul-stirring encounter that touched the very core of our being.
The old man's voice was deep and calm, each word touching the heart:
"You're not fierce."
The wolf king's ears twitched slightly, and his cold eyes, frozen for many years, slowly rose.
"You are the guardian."
Two sentences,
See through all appearances.
Its coldness is the burden it bears for the entire ecological reserve;
Its loneliness is a long, solitary journey year after year, with no one to sympathize with it;
Its power lies in its compassion in upholding the boundaries between humans and animals and maintaining the balance of heaven and earth.
A mountain breeze swept across the rocks as the old man slowly began to recount long-forgotten stories:
"During the blizzard of 1981, Wang never caused chaos in the villages or disturbed the people. He was afraid that the disorder between humans and animals would collapse and the rules would be broken, ultimately resulting in mutual destruction."
The king does not contend for the throne.
The position is returned to its rightful place.
Only when the mountains and rivers are in order can there be peace and stability year after year.
Without disturbing the peace or harming any living beings, we maintain our own bottom line and quietly safeguard the peaceful balance between humanity and nature.
He has spent decades alone in the deep mountains, accompanied only by wind and snow, his loneliness etched into his bones.
He alone bore all the coldness and strife of the mountains and forests.
People fear the king, respect the king, and deify the king.
But no one ever knew,
Wang Yisheng
They are all silently guarding this mountain.
As soon as he finished speaking, the mountains and fields fell into a deathly silence.
The Black Snow Wolf King slowly raised its head.
The indifference, vigilance, and layers of armor that had been covering him for years crumbled instantly.
Decades of pent-up grievances, loneliness, and misunderstanding
At that moment, everything was seen through by the old man.
A man and a wolf gazed at each other silently across the falling snow.
The mountain breeze subsided, and all was silent.
The old man's gaze was deep as he looked down at the mountain range he had guarded for half his life, and at the solitary Black Snow Wolf King before him.
Her lips parted slightly, and a soft sigh escaped her lips, low and lingering, her tone flat and even, yet carrying the weight of a thousand mountains in the wind and snow.
"You've worked hard."
The moment those words fell—
The Black Snow Wolf King had already stood up.
Its entire body was pure black, with thick, ink-like mane covered in layers of thin snow. Its body was majestic and imposing, with cold, sharp lines in its muscles and bones.
His beastly eyes were cold and deep, possessing the innate arrogance of a wild mountain overlord. He stood calmly, neither humble nor arrogant.
The entire deep mountain suddenly fell into utter stillness; the wind and snow stopped flowing, the forest held its breath, and heaven and earth stood still.
Only a biting chill remained, pressing heavily upon the entire wilderness.
In the vast, desolate mountains, two deep, resonant, and bone-piercing howls of wolf kings suddenly erupted.
Uh...
Uh...
Two wolf howls rolled out from the top of Black Rock, pressing down on the low sky, shattering the cold wind, and shaking the forests and mountains of the entire ecological reserve.
The sound waves rolled over the snow, shook off the frost from the branches, penetrated the dense forest, and echoed through the desolate mountains for miles.
These two long cries could suppress the wind and snow, and shake the mountains and forests.
It conceals the wolf king's grievances that no one has understood throughout his life, and tells of the biting loneliness of guarding the desolate mountain alone for a lifetime.
These two wolf howls, which, when still, are devastating, can shake mountains.
It forcefully shattered the decades-long shackles of loneliness and isolation that had weighed on his soul.
A heart frozen for a lifetime suddenly warmed up at this moment.
A soul suppressed for half its life
Since then,
From then on, I was no longer alone.
The wind and snow paused slightly, and the world was quiet.
The old man stood in the wind and snow, refusing to move forward or take a single step closer.
Without delving into past secrets, without questioning the destiny of mountains and seas,
One glance reveals its lifelong dedication and its profound loneliness.
With just a few words, he expressed boundless empathy and understanding.
The Black Snow Wolf King trembled slightly, its long, jet-black fur shaking gently.
Snowflakes slid softly off my shoulders and back, fluttering and swirling in the air.
Year after year, I walked alone through the desolate mountains, year after year, enduring the weight of wind and snow.
For countless years, it has borne the fate and loneliness of the entire mountain forest alone.
After countless long, cold nights,
Finally, in this frozen, deep mountain, I met the only person who truly understood its soul.
After a moment of silence,
The old man slowly turned around, his withered hand firmly gripping the old wooden cane.
The heavy snow fell on his graying temples and shoulders.
His figure was slender and aloof, yet exuded an unfathomable air of mystery.
Enveloped in mystery, concealing a past and enigmas unknown to anyone.
He walked with a calm and unhurried pace.
Step by step, I trudged through the thin snow and slowly descended the winding mountain path.
The wind and snow swept over my shoulders, and the shadows of the dense forest drew in layer by layer.
The wolf king instinctively took a step, feeling grateful and wanting to see him off.
As if sensing something, the old man paused slightly, raised his hand, and gently waved it to signal them to stop.
The aged figure gradually melted into the horizon where the vast snowstorm met the deep forest.
They gradually moved away, further and further away, until they finally disappeared completely into the misty mountains and wilderness.