Another World: How to Practice Without Spiritual Energy

Chapter 282 White Hair's Plan

Chapter 282 White Hair's Plan

Elsewhere in Langya Mountain, Baimao’s residence was shrouded in a depressing atmosphere.

The shaman knelt beside the bed, his hands still gleaming with the light from the treatment. His face was solemn, and beads of sweat covered his forehead. He looked up at Baimao, his voice filled with helplessness and regret: "Master Baimao, your injuries are too severe. Even if I try my best, I won't be able to get you back to the state where you can continue to fight within three days."

Baimao clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force. His eyes were filled with resentment and regret, and he roared, "How could this happen! I am just one step away from the position of Wolf King. Is this opportunity going to slip away again?"

Baimao's men surrounded him, each with anger and unwillingness on their faces.

One of the burly werewolves gnashed his teeth and said, "It's all Du Ya's fault. He fought so hard during the competition and ended up hurting White Hair Boss like this!"

Another pointed-faced werewolf also echoed, "And there's Mad Wolf, he's just lucky, the white-haired boss can't fight, so he's going to take advantage again!"

Everyone was talking at once, accusing Du Ya and Mad Wolf one after another.

Just then, a steady sound of footsteps was heard outside the door.

A guard hurried in and said with a vigilant look, "Master White Hair, the Mad Wolf is here and he wants to see you."

"Mad Wolf? What is he doing here?" Baimao frowned, with a hint of doubt and vigilance in his eyes.

Mad Wolf strode into the room. His eyes swept across everyone and finally landed on White Hair. He said calmly, "White Hair, I brought you a healing potion."

As soon as these words were spoken, the room suddenly exploded.

White Hair's men gathered around him, glaring at him. The burly werewolf stepped forward, stood in front of White Hair, and said viciously, "Are you so kind? Who knows if your potion is poisonous?"

Mad Wolf ignored his hostility, looked directly into White Hair's eyes, and said seriously: "White Hair, you are too seriously injured now. If you don't use this healing potion, you will not be able to pose a threat to me in the next battle. There is no need for me to poison an opponent who poses no threat. I just want to fight you in an upright manner."

Baimao's heart moved. He looked into Mad Wolf's eyes, trying to find a hint of hypocrisy, but he only saw determination and sincerity. He pondered for a moment and said, "Let him in."

Mad Wolf walked to the side of White Hair's bed and handed him the potion. White Hair took the potion and examined it carefully, his eyes full of doubt: "Are you really just trying to have a fair fight with me?"

Mad Wolf nodded: "That's right."

At this time, the white-haired shaman stepped forward, snatched the potion, and said nervously: "Master White-haired, you must not trust him easily. Who knows if this is his conspiracy!"

The Mad Wolf looked at the Shaman, not angry, but said calmly: "Believe it or not, I left the potion." After that, he turned and left.

Baimao looked at the back of the mad wolf and fell into deep thought. The shaman took the potion and immediately began to test it. He muttered something and gestured with his hands on the potion bottle. A faint light flickered around the potion bottle. After a moment, the shaman showed a shocked look on his face: "This... This potion contains a very strong vitality. Maybe it is really a healing medicine."

"But we can't rule out the possibility of poison." Baimao said calmly. He was very conflicted. On the one hand, he wanted to recover from his injuries and continue to fight for the position of Wolf King; on the other hand, he was worried that the potion was really poisonous and would put him in an irreparable situation.

"Lord Baimao, we can't take risks! This could very well be a trick of Mad Wolf!" His subordinates tried to dissuade him.

Baimao was silent for a long time. His eyes swept across everyone's faces and finally landed on the potion bottle. He thought of his dream of becoming the wolf king and the hardships he had gone through. He was unwilling to give up. "No, I want to eat." Baimao suddenly said.

"Lord Baimao!" his men exclaimed.

"Think about it," Baimao said slowly, "If this potion is poisonous, once I am poisoned, the Great Elder and other werewolves will definitely not let Mad Wolf go, and he will lose the trust of all werewolves. He will not be so stupid. Besides, I am so eager for this fair battle. I want to be the Wolf King!" After that, he opened the potion bottle and drank it all in one gulp despite everyone's obstruction.

As the medicine entered his throat, a powerful vitality instantly burst out in his body. Baimao only felt that his body was wrapped by a warm force. The originally painful wounds began to heal rapidly, and the broken meridians were also repaired at an astonishing speed. His eyes widened, and his face was full of shock and surprise.

"This... this effect is too amazing!" Baimao exclaimed in his heart. He could clearly feel that his strength was recovering rapidly, and it was even stronger than before he was injured.

The men saw Baimao standing there with his eyes wide open, motionless, and thought he was poisoned. The burly werewolf burst into tears: "Master Baimao, what's wrong with you? It must be that Mad Wolf who poisoned you. Let's go and get revenge on him!"

"Yes, Mad Wolf poisoned the candidate for Wolf King. He is not worthy of participating in the election for Wolf King!" Everyone echoed, each of them filled with righteous indignation, wishing they could rush out and settle the score with Mad Wolf.

Baimao came back to his senses and looked at everyone's reactions, which made him feel a little amused. He said loudly, "Stop arguing, this is not poison, it is a real healing medicine!"

Everyone was stunned and looked at Baimao with confusion. Baimao felt the surging power in his body and said with a smile: "Look, my injuries have almost recovered, and my strength seems to have improved. To use such a precious potion to make poison, Mad Wolf must be a fool."

"But why did he give us such a good medicine?" one of his men asked in confusion.

Baimao did not answer, but looked around and asked everyone another question.

"Tell me, why did I choose the Wolf King?"

The subordinates looked at each other, and after a while someone answered.

"Because Lord Whitehair is so powerful, only you can lead our wolf tribe to glory."

Baimao shook his head with a smile.

"Because Lord White Hair said that in order to lead the brothers to a good life, I must become the Wolf King."

Baimao still shook his head, but this time he gave the answer himself.

"It's because the previous wolf king was selfish and didn't care about the lives of our werewolf people."

"Now that he's dead, I want to fight for the position of Wolf King and improve the lives of my brothers."

"But my wish is too selfish. If I become the Wolf King, I might be another incompetent Wolf King like Walker."

Baimao's words made his men think seriously.

"Who would be the best wolf king then?"

Suddenly one of the men asked.

"Yes, who is the best person to be the wolf king?" Baimao repeated it softly, and then raised his voice.

"Before today, I would definitely say that I don't believe anyone else can be the wolf king except myself."

"But today, Mad Wolf, oh no! He should be called Wolf, after all, he is also the bloodline of the old wolf king."

"He made me see the glory and responsibility of the wolf tribe in the past. He was a werewolf who was willing to give such precious healing medicine to his opponent's wolf fellows."

"He is worthy of being our Wolf King."

Baimao's words instantly made the originally quiet room boil.

"Yes, Walker Wolf King."

"Even if he can't beat the others, he is still our wolf king."

……

The Wolf King’s headquarters, where the great elder resides.

The elder who had been meditating opened his eyes and smiled, "Xiao Wo, I didn't expect that the little guy who was not recognized by us back then is your true successor!"

Then, the Great Elder faced the void and muttered to himself.

"Little Wo! Don't blame me, Old Wolf, for being cruel. I knew who poisoned Walker, but I didn't save him."

"You know best what kind of person your eldest son is. If I hadn't restrained him from doing anything wrong over the years, the wolf clan might have been torn apart long ago."

"But I can still hold on for a few more years!"

"It's good that Walker is dead. You still have an heir alive. Don't worry, Old Wolf will definitely protect him and help him grow up in the last few years."

After saying this, the Great Elder slowly closed his eyes again.