With the rise of my family, I can summon the Daoist Soldiers' Nest.

As darkness fell, the group continued their search for traces of the wolves in the horse farm.

We encountered some prey on the way and casually shot two deer and a few pheasants.

As darkness fell, everyone began to set up camp: first, they erected sturdy fences around the perimeter, then they pitched tents, preparing to spend the night there.

To guard against nighttime attacks by monsters, the group carefully controlled the fire, lighting a ring of bonfires around the camp to burn away the surrounding weeds and create a clearing. This way, even if monsters tried to approach through the grass, they would be exposed by the flames and light.

A campfire was lit in the center of the camp, and everyone roasted the wild game they had hunted during the day over the fire, sprinkling it with the salt and spices they had brought. The aroma quickly filled the air.

As everyone sat around the fire eating roasted meat and chatting about the day's battle, the young people from the Lin and Tian families grew closer amidst their laughter and conversation.

Even after everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, they remained gathered around the campfire.

Lin Qiang adjusted the torch in his hand and said seriously, "Be extra careful tonight. Wolves love to attack at night, not to mention the demonic Black Wind Wolves. Their fur is black, making them extremely difficult to see at night. You can only see their pairs of green eyes."

The duty roster is divided into two shifts of ten people each, positioned at the four cardinal directions of the camp. Those on duty must ensure the torches remain lit and remain vigilant; if anything unusual is detected, they must immediately raise a loud alarm!

Lin Ye stayed in the largest tent closest to the central campfire. He didn't take off his outer clothes, but leaned against the bed, practicing the Breathing Breathing Technique in quiet meditation.

Outside the tent, some tribesmen, by the light and shadow of the campfire, could see the silhouette of the young master sitting cross-legged, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly, the young master didn't even relax at night, he was still practicing his skills.

In the latter half of the night, Lin Yi and a few others took turns guarding the east side of the camp.

Lin Yi leaned against a carriage, holding a knife in his arms, his eyes fixed on the bushes not far away, illuminated by the firelight around him.

Thoughts raced through his mind: "I'm twenty-nine this year. Six years ago, I stepped into the ranks of a third-rate martial artist. I needed resources to break through to the third-rate level, but at that time, the Lin family suffered a great calamity, with heavy casualties. Resources were cut off, and my cultivation level has been stuck here ever since."

Until half a year ago, the eldest young master brought back the sect's cultivation techniques and practiced the "Bone Forging Technique" himself. In the past six months, he felt that his muscles and bones were becoming stronger and stronger, and he was about to break through.

Once we collect the third-rate spiritual plants, I should be able to reach the third-rate martial artist level this year. Then I'll be able to stand on my own and do more for the family.

Just then, the grass in front of me rustled slightly.

Lin Yi blinked, then looked more closely. The grass beside him was rustling, as if something was slowly approaching. Without hesitation, he stood up abruptly and shouted at the top of his lungs, "There's movement to the east! Everyone get up!"

Lin Ye hadn't taken off his clothes and was a light sleeper. Upon hearing the shouts, he immediately rolled out of bed, grabbed his spear, and rushed out of the tent.

By this time, most of the people in the camp had woken up. Except for two people left to guard each of the other three directions, the rest of the people gathered on the east side of the camp.

Looking in the direction Lin Yi pointed, one could see a dark shadow approaching from the grass in the distance, its eerie green eyes flashing in the darkness.

"It's a pack of wolves! Everyone get ready!" Lin Qiang shouted. The men immediately formed two lines: the first line picked up their bows and arrows, the arrowheads gleaming in the firelight, and aimed them all at the bushes ahead; the second line raised their spears, the tips all pointing forward, without the slightest panic.

The bushes were suddenly parted, and a black wolf the size of a calf appeared first. Its body was as black as ink, and in the firelight, it almost blended into the night, except for its pair of bright green eyes.

It stood at the edge of the grass, letting out a low growl, followed closely by more than twenty black wolves, continuing their charge toward the camp.

However, the grass around the camp had already been cleared, leaving no cover. As soon as the wolves rushed out, they were completely exposed to the firelight and could not use the shadows to hide themselves.

The wolves, having just emerged from the bushes, seemed momentarily disoriented by the sudden light and heat, their charge momentarily halting. Lin Qiang seized this fleeting opportunity, shouting, "Fire!"

The eight or nine archers in the front row released their bows simultaneously, and arrows whistled through the air. Several Black Wind Wolves charging at the front were hit, howling as they fell to the ground. But the alpha wolf suddenly howled to the sky, and the pack immediately regained its footing and continued to pounce on the camp.

The Black Wind Wolf was extremely fast, and it had already approached the camp in just a few breaths.

Suddenly, the wolves in the front row sank and fell into the outer trap, which was a sharpened bamboo spike buried in the ground. The sharp bamboo spikes instantly pierced their abdomens or legs.

Upon seeing this, the wolf behind immediately became wary. Taking advantage of a high-speed run-up, it leaped over the trap, which was about three meters wide.

Since it was a temporary camp and manpower was limited, the traps had to be dug all around, and the width couldn't be too big, which is why they were able to jump over them.

The wolf pack charged to the camp in one go. By then, the men had already fired two volleys of arrows, reducing the wolf pack to less than twenty.

Upon seeing this, the archers did not hesitate to drop their longbows, grab their broadswords, and retreat to the second row, preparing for close-quarters combat.

The wolves pounced forward, some were pierced by spears on the spot, while others fiercely broke through the spear formation, opening their blood-red mouths full of sharp teeth to bite at the crowd, their claws drawing sharp arcs in the firelight, constantly tearing at clothes and flesh.

Lin Ye stabbed the wolf in front of him to death with one spear. Looking up, he saw that the camp was in chaos, with people and wolves fighting each other. Although there were many people, it was basically a situation of two people attacking one wolf.

Unfortunately, the Black Wind Wolf was a low-level demon beast. Although most of the clansmen who participated in this battle were skilled in martial arts, most of them had not reached the low-level realm because they still needed to leave people at home to guard the fortress. Their strength varied greatly.

Fortunately, Lin Qiang, a third-rate martial artist, was present and kept moving around to save the day and rescue the besieged clansmen, thus preventing the casualties from escalating.

Just then, the wolf king finally approached the camp from afar.

Seeing that Lin Qiang was entangled by several wolves and couldn't get away, Lin Ye immediately grabbed his gun and rushed forward—his feet moved lightly and nimbly with the Cloud Step, his figure like the wind bypassing the chaotic crowd.

The Shadow Spear in his hand was already in motion, the spear shadows were continuous, it was the perfect Shadow Spear technique, each move was fast, accurate and ruthless, directly aimed at the wolf king's vitals.

Lin Yigang and the others took down one wolf together. Seeing the young master facing the wolf king alone, he felt a pang of anxiety. He rushed forward with his broadsword, using the Mountain-Splitting Sword Technique. The sword strike was heavy and fierce, slashing heavily at the wolf king's flank, forming a pincer attack with Lin Ye.

The two men, one with a gun and the other with a knife, worked in perfect harmony, their flashes of blade and gunfire forcing the wolf king to be distracted.

The wolf king bared its fangs, drool dripping onto the ground, and lunged several times, but Lin Ye skillfully deflected each attack with his Shadow Spear Technique.

The spear tip followed closely, sometimes deflecting the wolf king's charge with a "flowing cloud" motion, sometimes sweeping it back with a "whirlwind" motion. Amidst the flashing spear shadows, the wolf king was forced to frequently adjust its offensive.

Lin Yi, wielding a broadsword, unleashed the Mountain-Splitting Sword Technique, his sword strikes heavy and fierce. Seizing the opportunity while the Wolf King was fighting Lin Ye, he suddenly stepped forward, his blade drawing a sharp arc from bottom to top, the "Mountain-Breaking Style," aimed directly at the Wolf King's side.

The wolf king hurriedly twisted to dodge, but was still hit by the wind of the blade. He let out a low growl in pain, and his movements slowed down by half a beat.

Lin Ye seized the opportunity, turned around with his Cloud Step, circled to the side of the Wolf King, and thrust out with the Shadow Piercing Spear Technique "Rainbow Piercing Style". The spear tip accurately pierced the Wolf King's ribs, bringing out a spray of blood.

The wolf king, gripped by pain, went berserk and lashed out with its tail, attempting to force the two back.

Instead of retreating, Lin Yi advanced, shouted, gripped the knife with both hands, and used all his strength to unleash the "Flow Cutting Style," slashing fiercely at the wolf king's swinging tail. With a "whoosh," the wolf king's tail was severed, and blood spurted out.

The wolf king, now tailless, became even more frenzied and, disregarding its injuries, pounced on Lin Ye.

Lin Ye used the Cloud-Stepping Technique, his figure flashing and shifting like willow catkins, his spear tip repeatedly thrusting, forcing the Wolf King to miss his target time and again.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lin Yi circled around and slashed at the wolf king's hind leg with a "mountain-splitting" strike. Although he did not completely sever it, he made the wolf king lose its balance.

Taking advantage of the moment when the wolf king was slowed down due to blood loss, Lin Ye used the "Point-Breaking" technique of the Shadow Piercing Spear to strike the wolf king's chest. The spear tip pierced through the body, leaving a bloody hole.

The wolf king let out a mournful howl, the green light in its eyes gradually weakened, and finally could not hold on any longer. It turned around abruptly, tucked its tail between its legs, and stumbled away into the darkness.

Seeing the wolf king retreat in a panic with its severed tail and a bloody hole between its legs, Lin Ye noticed that the ferocious wolf pack's attack had slowed down considerably. Many black wind wolves growled and retreated, and the people in the camp gradually regained their footing. Although several people were lying on the ground, they were still able to hold on.

A thought flashed through his mind: "What a great opportunity!"

He immediately said, "I'll go after the wolf king, it's already dead! Lin Yi, you help Uncle Lin Qiang continue killing wolves, try to leave the rest here!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already channeled his inner strength, his feet lightly stepping on clouds as he chased after the wolf king in the direction it had fled.

The firelight faded into the distance behind him, and soon his figure disappeared into the night and the depths of the grass.

Upon hearing this, Lin Yi immediately responded, turned around and ran towards Lin Qiang's direction. With a swing of his broadsword, he joined forces with Lin Qiang to intercept and kill the remaining wolves, firmly suppressing their formation.