Chapter 65: Does He Have a Plan?

The 1.9-meter-tall Cai Yifan had been foolish his whole life, but today, he finally had a moment of clarity.

Maybe it was because of the folklore that Director Zhang mentioned, but the instant he felt something press down on his shoulder, his first reaction wasn’t to turn around. Instead, he crouched low and rolled on the spot, scrambling back to the group in a mix of tumbling and crawling.

When he got back on his feet, he finally saw what was behind him.

—It was a massive wolf, standing upright on its hind legs. From a rough estimate, its body length had reached at least 2.5 meters. Its entire form was wrapped in thick, black fur, yet its body appeared oddly twisted. Its head was enormous, with a mouth so wide it looked like it could swallow a truck tire whole. However, its limbs were disturbingly thin, and in its eerie green eyes, reflected the terrified faces of the people around it—eyes filled with killing intent and hunger.

The sight of this monstrous wolf made the crew’s scalps tingle with fear. Not a single one of them could utter a sound.

Except for one.

“Wow~” Chen Huai’an murmured.

His casual remark instantly disrupted the atmosphere of terror.

For some reason, he felt like this wolf wasn’t all that impressive.

In terms of sheer presence, it wasn’t even worthy of carrying Daoist Qingxuan’s or the Qingyun Patriarch’s shoes.

So when he saw this odd-looking wolf, instead of feeling instinctive fear, he actually thought it looked kind of funny—its oversized head, its too-thin limbs, and its bizarre posture.

It didn’t have the overwhelming dominance and ferocity of a true demonic beast.

Nor did it look like an ordinary wild animal.

It gave off the vibe of a malformed runt—like some kind of mutant that had suffered from developmental issues.

Did it drink too much nuclear wastewater or something? But then again, Tianmen Mountain wasn’t anywhere near the ocean…

Chen Huai’an’s casual “Wow” snapped the mountain climber uncle back to reality.

Swallowing hard, the older man kept his eyes on the slowly approaching monster wolf, forcibly calming himself. “Nobody panic! If you ever encounter a wolf in the wild, never turn your back and run. Especially now—we outnumber it, and there’s only one of them. It won’t attack easily. We just need to back away slowly toward the van, and we’ll be safe.”

The van was less than 50 meters away—not far at all.

But every step they took felt nerve-wracking, terrifying.

“Keep eye contact with it so it knows we’re not afraid. But don’t provoke it—that might set it off!” The uncle had some experience. The monster wolf clearly showed aggression but hadn’t attacked yet, only baring its fangs and growling threateningly.

The cameraman, ever professional, kept rolling.

Whether or not this was part of the show, he kept his lens locked onto the beast. The livestream was still ongoing.

Meanwhile, the chat had exploded.

【Oh my god, that wolf is HUGE!】

【This… this is CGI, right? Just for the show?】

【Huai’an baby, come to Mama! Mama will protect you! T-T】

【Is this real or staged? Someone call the cops!】

【Xiao Fan-ge, I’m sorry… but between you and Huai’an-ge, I still choose to worry about Huai’an-ge…】

【Wait, isn’t Cai Yifan a Shaolin secular disciple? He’s been practicing martial arts since childhood. Shouldn’t taking down one wolf be a piece of cake?】

…

Song Zichen wasn’t reading the comments, but he suddenly remembered what Cai Yifan had said earlier. Poking him in the waist, he whispered, “Fan-ge, d-didn’t you say you practiced martial arts since you were a kid? Go fight it off! Use your… uh… use your virgin urine to scare it away!”

Cai Yifan was already on edge, and the unexpected poke to his waist sent him over the limit. He turned and shrieked at Song Zichen, “Martial arts, my ass! You’re the one who trained! Your whole family trained! You expect me to fight a damn monster that big? Are you insane, or am I?!”

The uncle shielding the group turned pale. Idiot! he cursed inwardly.

The giant wolf had been observing them cautiously.

But Cai Yifan and Song Zichen’s shouting was like a lit fuse to a powder keg—it instantly enraged the beast.

Its body hunched, dropping to all fours in a pouncing stance.

The uncle’s heart nearly stopped. He spun around and shouted, “RUN! Get to the van!”

But the monster wolf was even faster. In a blur, it lunged—sending Song Zichen and Zhang Lulu flying.

The beast landed in the middle of the group, throwing back its head in a chilling howl.

Anyone with a bit of knowledge could tell—it was calling for reinforcements.

Sure enough, the nearby bushes rustled, and a second monster wolf, slightly smaller, leaped out.

Now there were two.

Their predatory gazes locked onto the group, effectively splitting them into two factions.

One group was close to the van.

The other… was trapped outside.

And unluckily, Chen Huai’an was in the latter.

Along with him were Su Xingchen and the main camera operator.

Su Xingchen and the cameraman were completely despairing.

There was no way they could get past the wolves to the van.

And Zhang’s group couldn’t risk their lives to save them.

What now?

As panic set in, one person remained perfectly calm.

Chen Huai’an.

“Aim for the skies, Superman,” he whispered to himself.

His cancer cells and boundless potential surged within him, resonating with his life force.

He could hear them.

His cold, sharp eyes locked onto the wolf demon, filled with contempt and confidence.

Did these beasts even realize who they were dealing with?

Chen Huai’an—Immortal Chen—the one who had once smashed through Qingyun Sect’s gates with a single sword strike, reducing them to rubble.

Even the despicable Qingxuan Old Dog had been forced to kneel in the sect’s central plaza, unable to move.

And this oversized, malformed mutt thought it could intimidate him?

Su Xingchen noticed Chen Huai’an’s eerie composure.

Does he have a plan? he wondered.

Then, he saw Huai’an lower his stance, set his footing, and raise his cane—pointing it straight at the monster wolf.

And with his free hand, he curled a finger, beckoning the beast forward.

Su Xingchen: “…”

No… no, wait!

Don’t underestimate Huai’an-ge!

Maybe… maybe he really knows martial arts!

Hope flickered in Su Xingchen’s heart.

Yes! Huai’an-ge had terminal cancer and was disabled.

If he hadn’t tempered his body through rigorous training, how could he still be standing?

How could he have climbed Tianmen Mountain so effortlessly?

The answer was obvious.

The monster wolf snarled at the provocation and leaped.

Su Xingchen squeezed his eyes shut in terror.

But in a flash, Chen Huai’an’s cane shot forward like a dragon—brimming with killing intent, even carrying a hint of sword momentum!

Fast! Precise! Ruthless!

His cane struck the wolf’s head.

CRACK!

…Was that its skull breaking?

Su Xingchen cracked open one eye—only to see two broken halves of the cane on the ground.

…Oh.

It was Huai’an-ge’s cane that shattered.

Yet, Chen Huai’an still stood tall before them, an unbreakable fortress.

Did he have another plan?

Su Xingchen and the cameraman stared at Huai’an’s back, waiting.

Chen Huai’an slowly turned.

With a kind, yet tragic smile, he softly spoke:

“Stop staring…”

“ENEMY SHAMED, RETREAT IMMEDIATELY!!!”

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