Soul Land V: Rebirth of Tang San

The Pig Monsters were busily carrying out basins of meat to the backyard, followed by barrels of strong liquor.

When Tang San had been in the Wind Wolf Clan town, he knew that this tribe\'s greatest indulgence was drinking. Hence, the plan for today.

The noise in the backyard grew louder; as the Wind Wolf Tribe\'s biggest annual celebration, this day was their important festival.

In the spacious backyard, over a hundred tables were set, and on the altar not far away, thirty-six bodies continuously dripped blood. The blood flowed and soaked into the intricate patterns on the surface of the altar, emitting a strong smell of blood.

This stench of blood, however, made the eyes of the Wolf Monsters present glow with bloodthirstiness, even making them itch to tear at those corpses.

On the main table, big enough for thirty robust Wolf Monsters, sat the King of the Wind Wolves, who had a large wolf head on a humanoid body. From its forehead began tufts of cyan fur that extended all the way down its back, showcasing the purity of its bloodline.

If it could cultivate to the divine-ranked state, the King of the Wind Wolves\' cyan fur would gain a layer of gold, signaling an even higher bloodline level.

However, for a Wolf Clan bloodline like the Wind Wolf Tribe\'s, breaking through to the God Rank was not an easy matter—the Great Elder was the only one who had done so and was currently serving at the Ancestral Court.

"Sit down, all of you. Can\'t control your emotions at the sight of blood, what can you achieve?" the King of the Wind Wolves angrily reprimanded his Clansmen who were howling non-stop towards the altar.

The strong warriors of the Wind Wolf Tribe then quieted down and took their seats. Steaming meat dishes were already laid out on the tables, solely meat dishes. Some of the Wind Wolf Tribe\'s strong warriors couldn\'t wait and started tearing and biting into the meat with large bites.

The King of the Wind Wolves frowned slightly. Such a scene did not please him. The Wind Wolf Tribe had always been a third-tier Race, only considered to have fourth-grade bloodline, and ever since it became the King of the Wind Wolves, it had wanted to lead the tribe to greater strength. But the foundation was weak, and they had not even been able to suppress the Flash Leopard Clan.

"Eat, drink," the King of the Wind Wolves howled, grabbing the cup in front of him and downing it in one gulp, filled with frustration.

At a table not far from the main one sat a group of Wind Wolf Demons, who compared to the strong warriors of the Wind Wolf Clan, seemed very calm. They were generally leaner, each holding a staff in their hand, and adorned in robes far more splendid than those of ordinary Wolf Demons. These were the Wind Wolf Clerics of the tribe.

The main branches of the Wind Wolf Demons were the warriors and the clerics. Among them, the clerics held a higher status. However, the patriarch must come from the warrior branch, while the Great Elder is a cleric. This was more or less the case for the other branches as well.

The King of the Wind Wolves was naturally of warrior origin, but it was rare among the warriors to have such high wisdom, which allowed it to cultivate to its current state, the peak of the Ninth Stage. But it knew all too well that breaking through to God Rank was extremely difficult unless a special opportunity arose—such as obtaining the blood of the Golden Wolf King, but this was easier said than done.

It had been reprimanded by the senior ranks of the Wolf Clan after the great battle with the Flash Leopard Clan. If not for the protection of the higher-ups in Jiali City, its position as the King of the Wind Wolves might have been unstable. Despite harboring resentment towards the Flash Leopard branch, it dared not do more. This was also the reason for its ongoing bad mood.

At that moment, as the Golden Wolf King initiated, the Wolf Demons at each table also began to feast joyously. The aroma of meat and wine mixed with the cheers of the Wolf Demons filled the backyard.

The Wolf Demons seated at the main table were all at least of the Eighth Stage, with several already at the Ninth Stage level.

"Brother, when do we strike the Flash Leopard bastards again?" A particularly burly Wind Wolf Demon sitting next to the King of the Wind Wolves downed a large gulp of liquor and said to the king.

The King of the Wind Wolves also took a deep drink and replied, "Strike for what? The clan is already very dissatisfied with us. We\'ll have to bear with it for now."

Just then, a voice came from behind the King of the Wind Wolves, "If we can\'t do it openly, we can do it secretly. Just like they ambushed our village. If they can slander us for hunting Flash Leopard cubs, why can\'t we frame them for some crimes?"

The King of the Wind Wolves turned around, and standing behind him was surprisingly a Wind Wolf priest. If Tang San had been there, he would have recognized this priest.

A ferocious light flickered in the eyes of the King of the Wind Wolves as he swept his hand dismissively, "Your anger has clouded your judgment. What day is today? Let\'s talk about this later."

A trace of bitter resentment flashed in the eyes of the Wind Wolf priest, who opened his mouth to speak in a low voice, "Wasn\'t that your cub?"

The eyes of the King of the Wind Wolves instantly turned red, and he rose to his feet, turning and delivering a kick that sent the Wind Wolf priest sprawling to the ground, "Shut your mouth, and get out!"

"Your Majesty, please calm your anger. On the day of the great ceremony, how can you act like this?" At the table of the Wind Wolf priest, the oldest among them paused his staff, radiating an invisible authority that seemed to blend with the bloody smell emanating from the distant altar.

The King of the Wind Wolves then moderated his anger somewhat and sat back down, gulping down a large cup of liquor with force.

The priest who had been kicked down by him managed to get up, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, and returned to his own table to sit in silence, showing no interest in the drink and meat before him.

This incident didn\'t dampen the spirits of the Wind Wolf Demons, who continued to drink heartily and eat voraciously, a tradition shared by most Monster races. The scent of blood from the altar only served to heighten their excitement.

As the night completely fell, the backyard was illuminated by the glow of Wind Spirit Stones. Large Wind Spirit Stones were gathered together, and their internal wind elements were activated by a rudimentary magic array to produce a green light. This gave the backyard a somewhat eerie glow, yet it was filled with the robust wind element that the Wind Wolf Tribe adored.

After three rounds of drinks, many Wind Wolf Demons were already tipsy, yet they still couldn\'t bear to put down their cups. Alcohol was an expensive luxury for most races, not something they could enjoy anytime. The liquor at the yearly ceremonial day was naturally far superior to the inferior alcohol they drank on other days, attracting many gluttons.

Gradually, some of the stronger members of the Wind Wolf Clan began to collapse on the tables, snoring away.

Having consumed a great deal of alcohol, the King of the Wind Wolves felt his irritation subside under the influence of alcohol, but a sensation of dizziness surged within him.

Drinking was for the pleasure of getting drunk; thus, they would never use their bloodline power to counter the effects of alcohol while drinking, otherwise, what would be the point?

The King of the Wind Wolves rose to his feet, about to call for the Pig Monster to bring him more liquor, when suddenly he staggered. A feeling of the world spinning overwhelmed him, causing him to slump back into his seat.

He shook his huge wolf head vigorously, a hint of confusion followed by alertness flashing in his eyes. With his robust constitution, even if drunk, he shouldn\'t have lost control of his body to such an extent!

Something was wrong. He immediately mobilized his bloodline power, trying to expel the effects of the alcohol, and shouted loudly, "Something\'s not right, there\'s a problem."

The still sober Wolf Demons around him instinctively looked in his direction. Compared to others, the table of the Wind Wolf priests had been conservative in their drinking and drank less. Upon hearing the King\'s shout, all the priests stood up.