Chapter 12: Time flies like an arrow, seven years!

  The flowers bloomed and fell, the fallen flowers turned into spring mud, although they lost their former beauty, but completed another round of beauty.

  The seasonal changes in the forest of Youyue are always particularly striking, with the tender green of spring, the fiery red of summer, the quiet yellow of autumn, and the pure white of winter. Seven years have passed, and everything in the forest seems to be still as it was originally, but who can say for sure? This seemingly unchanging forest has undergone what kind of silent yet real changes at all times?

  The squirrel playing with water by the stream may not be the one from seven years ago, the new leaves on the branch can no longer grow into the shape of the previous ones, the fragmented rocks at the edge of the cliff may have weathered into sand, but everything still feels as familiar as it was back then.

  This is another law of Youyue Forest: inheritance and continuation.

  "Haha, I'll smash your head!", this seems to be a childish voice.

  "Ah, wu!", The owner of this voice also sounds childish.

  Following the sound, I only saw a plump silver wolf cub tightly pressed on top of a child who was wrapped in animal hide from the waist down. The little wolf's narrow face strained to squeeze out a ferocious expression, its sharp teeth tightly pressed against the child's neck, and its throat emitted a low, menacing growl, as if it would bite down without hesitation if the child dared to move slightly. The disadvantaged child's face also struggled to express anger, with small arms pushing hard against the wolf's head. It was clear that the two had been locked in this stalemate for some time, and neither could break through. As they tumbled around, the child's body became covered in dust and weeds, while the little wolf's fur remained shiny and spotless.

  A wolf and a person were fighting fiercely, a man with an icy expression walked out of the cave on one side. The man was also wrapped in animal hide, but the color of the animal hide was all black, plus the chill on the man's face, it looked extremely gloomy. The man saw the two little ones rolling around on the ground and couldn't help but sigh, saying in a cold low voice: "Arno, did you finish today's homework? Why are you playing with the wolf cub again?"

  The children on the ground heard this cold voice, suddenly shuddered, and their hands involuntarily stopped moving. They didn't dare to turn their heads, hastily pushed away the little wolf, got up, and rushed into the hole with a cloud of dust, their heads bowed low. Xiao Qian also grabbed a stone axe and rushed out, hurrying to run far away.

  That little wolf seemed to be extremely afraid of the black-clad man, seeing the child run away, it hastily stood up, shook off a bit of dust from its body, and with a humble expression, wagged its tail slowly as it left the man's line of sight, then quickened its pace to chase after the child.

  The man in black couldn't help but let out another sigh, muttering to himself: "Kid, don't blame me for being so strict with you. It's just that, for the sake of Helian, you should grow up sooner rather than later!"

  The child was actually Helianno, the long seven years seemed very long, but in fact, it had passed unknowingly. The seven-year-old Helianno also spent the most relaxed and happy seven years of his life, sucking on the wolf's milk and growing up slowly, from a soft-handed and soft-footed baby to the current mischievous and lively boy, slowly beginning to accept this world, and slowly being accepted by this world. Helianno gradually forgot his identity as an otherworldly person, gradually adapting to this new role, perhaps just as Gong Sun said, to truly blend into this world, one must first blend into this body.

  That chubby little Heavenly Wolf, who was called a "dumbbell" by Helian, had now grown to over a meter in length. Its silver fur shone even brighter, and its lifespan was more than twice that of humans. Therefore, the actual age of this little Heavenly Wolf was equivalent to two or three years old for a human, which was an age full of curiosity and playfulness. From their first meeting, Helian and the little wolf had not gotten along, constantly looking for opportunities to get rid of each other. However, after seven years of fighting and bickering, their relationship had become increasingly close, to the point where they were inseparable. Helian had started teaching Heliano basic strengthening techniques since he was three years old, but he also indulged in letting Heliano play with the little wolf every day. As a sacred beast, the Heavenly Wolf had possessed third or fourth-tier strength from birth, and now at seven years old, it could easily kill a small group of low-tier soul beasts that Heliano had seen on the outskirts of Youyue. Even when playing, the little wolf would not use its true strength, always holding back, but Heliano still benefited greatly from their interactions...

  At this time, Helian was walking carelessly on the steep cliff road, his crude stone axe randomly slashing at the wild grass by the roadside. The chubby little wolf was frolicking in the grass ahead, occasionally startling a small bird or butterfly, and sometimes bringing back one or two colorful pebbles to show off in front of Helian. Helian simply tapped the wolf's head casually to show his approval. It seemed that he noticed that his playmate didn't have the energy to play with him today, so the little wolf also felt bored and threw down Helian, running forward on its own and disappearing from view in no time.

  Kellen is indeed very depressed at this moment, although life is currently worry-free and comfortable, with the company of Tianlang who is like a mother, Dunchi who is like a friend, Helian Shang who is like a teacher, and Gong Sunjian who is both a mentor and a friend in his mind. Every day is spent extremely comfortably and peacefully. In fact, Kellen has been very content and even thought of living like this forever, fulfilling, peaceful, without conflicts. However, since Gong Sunjian closed himself off to cultivate his soul a few days ago, Tianlang also left without a trace, according to Helian Shang, it went to participate in the once-in-a-decade sacred pilgrimage of adult Tianlang, and should not return for a short period. With fewer people around him who are close to him, Kellen suddenly felt lonely. To know that one of the people staying with him is almost mute, cold as a block of ice, and the other is completely mute - Tianlang also has their own language, only Kellen can't understand it yet.

  These two days, Helian Nuo idly thought of many things, thinking about the life of a beggar in his past life, thinking about his birthplace Tianfeng, thinking about his father Helian Zhan whom he had never seen before, and thinking about his mother Nan Huan Yue who jumped into the Luoyue Lake for him...

  He finally realized that he shouldn't be so content and satisfied with his current life, realizing that he still carried a lot of things on his back, carrying the dignity of the He Lian clan, and even more so, the expectations of his mother Nan Huan Yue, who told him to live on, could he really just live a mediocre life in peace?

  He wants to return to Tianfeng, he wants to find the body of He Lianzong, and more importantly, he wants to avenge his mother on the Tang and Zheng families!

  It's clear that all of this requires an enormous amount of power to have any hope of succeeding, but for now he is so weak, weak to the point where he can't even defeat Little Tian Lang. The exercises that Hui Lian Xiong demands he practice every day are only some basic physical training. This makes Hui Lian Nuo, who yearns extremely for power, anxious and think about how to quickly become strong.

  He was considering whether to beg Helian Wound for some powerful moves after finishing the firewood, when suddenly a loud and urgent howl came from the front. The voice was extremely anxious, as if it had encountered danger, or was warning something. Helian Wound didn't care about anything else, and hurriedly followed the sound, rushing to catch up.