She-Wolf is too Scheming

Her tiny infant body wouldn't even get stuck between a wolf's teeth, yet several of them showed up all at once; it was as though they were set on dismembering her in a five-wolf frenzy.

The outcome was always unpredictable, not only did the wolves not eat her, they even raised her. She had drunk wolf milk, leopard milk, deer milk, sheep milk, and so on; you might say she grew up on a diverse diet like a wolf girl raised by numerous families.

She had read quite a few books. Although she wouldn't dare claim to be knowledgeable about everything from astronomy to geography, she could still be considered learned and well-read. However, she found absolutely no information about these wolves. They resembled Snow Wolves to some extent, but Snow Wolves lived in the northwest, and their appearance differed slightly. Moreover, Snow Wolves weren't as beautiful and noble as these wolves.

So, she really didn't know what breed these wolves were, but since they were most similar to Snow Wolves, Qinghe decided to treat them as such. These wolves were full of Spiritual Energy and could even understand Qinghe's words. She didn't know if it was only after her arrival that these wolves started to communicate with her, or if they were always able to understand human speech.

If these Snow Wolves were considered full of Spiritual Energy, then the little creature in her arms could be deemed a true living essence. From the time she was reborn here as an infant, Little Snow Wolf was already this size. Six years had passed, and it remained the same size, acting even stranger than the other Snow Wolves and even exuding a king-like presence among them.

Strange things happen every year, but particularly so this year. She could ignore all these, but there was one problem she couldn't overlook no matter how much she wanted to.

After all these years, she still had not figured out exactly where she had been reborn. Surely heaven wasn't playing a trick on her, expecting her to be reborn only to live forever as a wild person.

She had once ridden on the back of a Snow Wolf, walking for seven days without leaving this forest, so she reluctantly returned home. After all, this was her home, offering shelter from the wind and rain. There was a natural cave here that wasn't the least bit damp. Originally, it was Xiaohe's home, but since she arrived, it became their shared abode.

Although lacking some modern conveniences, the essentials for living were still present. She slept on a thickly padded bed made from animal fur with straw underneath, quite comfortable indeed. She drank water from bamboo tubes and ate wild fruits and roasted meat, and one could tell from Qinghe's plump body that she definitely wasn't malnourished.

"Sigh," although her current life was not so bad, she couldn't continue living as a wild woman forever. Qinghe sighed, shook her head, and took Xiaohe back into the cave to stay.

As she lay bored on the bed, mulling over random thoughts, she suddenly sat up, her clear eyes sparkling with a golden light, reminiscent of a hungry wolf spotting food. Holding the little creature that was sleeping with its legs in the air, she quickly set off.

Qinghe moved as if floating, her plump body seemingly weightless as she effortlessly drifted through the forest. If one looked closely, they would see that she was barely touching the ground with the tips of her toes; otherwise, she might as well have been a ghost.

Brought close to her mouth, a sharp whistle resounded as a Snow Wolf rapidly approached. Qinghe skillfully mounted its back, pointed in a certain direction, and the Snow Wolf took off toward the spot she indicated. With agility like that of a cheetah, it began to run, its powerful hooves pounding on the lush green grass, moving even faster than the cheetah reputed to be the jungle's swiftest runner.

Qinghe appeared to have grown accustomed to the Snow Wolf's speed, effortlessly gripping the thick fur on the back of the wolf's neck with one hand, while still holding Xiaohe with the other, not showing any sign of strain. However, her face clearly revealed an unusual level of excitement.

There was absolutely no mistake, someone had to have entered; her sense was never wrong. After her rebirth, she not only brought over the ability to control plants but also possessed the greatest treasure of all, which was "Nature's Power." Equipped with the wisdom from her previous life, she could ascertain many things without trial and error, especially since she grew up in the jungle where the air was unpolluted, which made her "Nature's Power" even stronger.

"Nature's Power" was evidently the ability to control nature itself. Everything in the world has its own cycles and rules for existence, such as wind, rain, and thunderbolts—all are born of nature, and as long as it was produced by nature, it fell within the realm that Nature's Power could control.

This was the conclusion Qinghe had come to after extensive research. With the memories from her previous life, she never felt lost and was constantly focused on cultivating her abilities in this area. Only by becoming stronger could she avoid being manipulated and carved up by others like she was in her previous life.

In this pristine forest, full of raw stone, was the perfect place for her to practice, for the spiritual energy here was pure and untainted, offering a significant boost to her efforts.

The fluctuation just now was clearly due to someone breaking in here, that's why so many animals were agitated. With that, Qinghe narrowed her eyes and gestured to the Snow Wolves to find a place to hide, then she slowly approached the area where the people were.

She saw an extremely beautiful little boy lying on the ground, his face pale as a sheet. His white, delicate face, long eyelashes fluttering restlessly, his willow-leaf brows knit tightly together, and his beautifully shaped thin lips utterly void of color. The grass beneath him was stained a vivid red with blood flowing from his arm. Such a sight was enough to stir the maternal instincts of any woman, and Qinghe was no exception.

Qinghe's face was a picture of excitement. She was thrilled, happy, a mix of complex emotions but distinctly without pity. At that moment, she couldn't perceive the child's frailty; all she could focus on was the little boy's clothing.

A white shirt, a small suit reminiscent of a black tuxedo, dress trousers, a pair of little white leather shoes—Qinghe was ecstatic. Her eyes wide with observation, she finally saw another person. Who could understand the surge of emotions in her heart? After six years, she finally saw another person, finally confirming that she wasn't living in an era when humans had just evolved from savages.

Just by looking at the child's attire and his trendy short hairstyle, it was obviously the pace of modern times—no mistake about it. Not far from the little boy lay a middle-aged man, already dead, clad in a black suit. Not far from his hand was a gun. Qinghe felt like jumping for joy.

Err, after her moment of excitement, Qinghe finally sensed something was off. The man was truly dead, without a trace of life left. Sensing someone's life force was a trivial task for her, and she could not be wrong.

So, Qinghe's gaze returned to the little boy, and finally, the unscrupulous lass realized that the unfortunate kid was on the verge of death.

Qinghe approached the injured boy calmly, as if oblivious to his life-threatening state, squatted down, and leisurely examined him, exclaiming, "Look at this little suit, the fabric is so soft, not even a single stitch is visible. This craftsmanship—this kid's family must be anything but simple."

Feeling the fabric, it was undeniably nice. One couldn't blame Qinghe, after all, anyone who hadn't worn clothes for six years would surely react this way upon seeing such fine garb.

Animal skins in the winter, leaves in the summer—that would have been fine if she were just a she-wolf raised by wolves, clueless about anything. The problem was she had memories from her past life; for her, someone born in a high-tech civilization, the days without clothing were unbearable.