While the princess was confronting the prince, the white wolf was moving around the mansion with a focused intensity. It was doing nothing overtly suspicious, but anyone who met its gaze felt a chilling premonition, as though the reaper himself were watching them. For hours, the wolf moved stealthily until it stopped abruptly at a basement door.
It quickly hid itself on top of the door casing. With its small size, it was almost impossible to spot when someone entered. The basement was used for weapon storage and had only been left open due to war preparations. There simply wasn't enough manpower to guard a simple storage basement that held weapons useless to high-level cultivators. The wolf sat on the casing, looking down with a demonic glint in its yellow eyes.
An hour went by with no one entering the storage basement. Just as the wolf was about to give up and move to another location, a chubby, middle-aged man in black robes walked in. The wolf, its claws already itching, leaped off the casing and landed on the man. Its sharp claws pierced into his shoulder blades, causing him to shriek in pain. The wolf had rehearsed this attack in its head many times and knew it had only one chance. It swiftly brought its open mouth down onto the man's neck and bit down with all its might, its canines tearing the carotid artery to shreds.
The man began grabbing at the wolf, trying to pull it away. Fresh, hot blood poured into the wolf's mouth. To make the man pass out quickly, the wolf sucked and swallowed the blood, its throat bobbing up and down. This man was a cultivator in the sixth stage of the first realm of cultivation, making his takedown incredibly difficult for the wolf. The man kicked the ground and jumped into the air; a feat no one would expect from a man his size. He then fell back to the floor, squashing the wolf between his body and the ground. The impact created a sickening sound of bones breaking. The wolf let out a snarl of pain but didn't let go of the man's thick neck. In a fit of anger, the wolf bit down harder and continued to suck the blood from him.
The two rolled around on the floor for a few minutes before the man finally passed out. The wolf wanted him alive for what it planned to do. It tried to get up but fell back to the ground from the pain of its broken ribs. Instead, it crawled to the door and pushed it shut. The door automatically locked, so anyone entering would need a key. It then crawled back to the man, who had only a few minutes left to live due to his high cultivation.
The wolf placed its front paws on the man's chest and began circulating its cultivation technique. For a few seconds, nothing happened. Then, a red energy began leaving the man's body and flowing into the wolf. Instantly, the wolf felt its wounds mend, with bones snapping back into place. Its injuries healed quickly. The energy then moved into its source core before disappearing like smoke on a windy day. The wolf didn't mind this, as it knew this would happen due to its low level of talent. When the white wolf had created its cultivation technique, it made sure to tackle its biggest problem of all: its low talent. Even with the perfect technique, it would have been stuck at a low stage of cultivation, making its effort useless.
When the red energy stopped flowing out of the man, the wolf did not stop circulating its technique. The man had lost half his body weight, but the wolf continued with its cold, yellow eyes. Soon, a white energy flowed from the man and entered the wolf. This time, the wolf felt its cultivation rapidly rising. It broke through from the first stage of the first realm of cultivation to the sixth stage in one go, a miracle for the ages. The wolf also knew that cultivation takes time, a luxury its heart of vengeance would not permit. What if it slowly cultivated, only to find that its enemies were long dead or had reached even greater heights? Its enemies wouldn't pause their cultivation and wait for it to catch up. The solution was simple: the wolf saw that talent could be stolen, so why not cultivation? This was the reason that, with its great intellect, the wolf had taken years to come up with its cultivation technique in the first place.