Chapter 1: The Wild Man of the Deep Mountains

Tianjing City, Tianmai Mountain. Deep within the endless mountain range, shrouded in clouds and mist, mysterious beyond compare, people came in an endless stream to explore or travel.

“Sarah Bennett, Laura Cooper, Grace Hamilton, where are you?” In the thick, bewildering fog, a pleasant female voice rang out, filled with deep worry and anxiety. The owner of the voice stood deep in the mist, looking around in confusion. Her beautiful face was somewhat haggard, and her bright eyes had lost their former luster, looking utterly exhausted.

The girl’s name was Henry Clark. Dressed in white as pure as snow, her long, lustrous black hair shone, and her fair skin was flawless. At this moment, the helplessness in Henry Clark’s dark eyes evoked pity.

Henry Clark was a freshman at Jinghua University, having just started college. To foster friendship, her class organized an activity to explore the mysterious Tianmai Mountain. However, the four girls from her dormitory accidentally wandered into this mysterious fog and got lost deep within it. She had been calling out for a long time, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea—no one responded.

“Gurgle!” Her uncooperative stomach rumbled again. It had been a whole day—Henry Clark had been stuck in this damned fog for an entire day, and now her legs were starting to feel weak.

Her body slowly retreated in exhaustion. Suddenly, the stone beneath her foot slipped, and Henry Clark felt herself sliding rapidly downward. Realizing what was happening, her mind went blank in an instant.

Suddenly, a shadow flashed through the depths of the mist, as fast as lightning, instantly arriving at the edge of the cliff where Henry Clark was falling. It lunged forward, and a strong, powerful hand grabbed Henry Clark, pulling her up with a gentle force. Henry Clark felt her body float up again, as if soaring through the clouds, and her feet landed on solid ground. But her body was still trembling, her chest heaving uncontrollably.

A moment later, Henry Clark finally regained her senses. What came into view was a wild man with disheveled hair and a dirty face. She screamed again and backed away, only to feel a sharp pain in her foot and fall to the ground.

“Wild man!” Sitting on the ground, Henry Clark nervously sized up the wild man opposite her. His hair was a mess, with only his eyes visible. But to Henry Clark’s surprise, those eyes were exceptionally bright and dazzling.

“You’re the wild one.” The wild man across from Henry Clark suddenly spoke, his clear voice ringing out—not at all like a savage.

Startled by the sudden voice, Henry Clark quickly calmed down. The “wild man” spoke perfect Mandarin. Looking him over carefully, although his long hair was a tangled mess, it wasn’t dirty—just uncombed for a long time. And though his clothes were ragged, they still covered the important parts.

“My name is Henry Clark. Thank you for saving me.” Since the other person was normal, Henry Clark’s pounding heart calmed down. Thinking of the danger just now, she still felt lingering fear and gratefully thanked the “wild man.”

“Just happened to be passing by.” He replied indifferently. The “wild man” noticed the blood flowing from Henry Clark’s knee, walked over, squatted down, and directly tore open the fabric of her pants at the knee.

“What are you doing?” Her just-relaxed heart tensed up again. Henry Clark looked at the “wild man” in front of her, trying to pull her injured right leg back, but the “wild man” held it firmly.

Glancing at Henry Clark, the “wild man”’s gaze was pure, without a trace of improper intent. He said coolly, “There’s snake venom grass on the cliff where you fell. Your wound is already infected. If you don’t want to lose this leg, you’d better not move.”

Staring at the “wild man,” Henry Clark looked at her wound and saw faint green streaks. Although she didn’t know what snake venom grass was, she understood the “wild man” wasn’t lying, so she nodded and said nothing more.

Seeing Henry Clark settle down, the “wild man” massaged around her wound with his right hand, then slowly moved upward, even touching Henry Clark’s thigh. She wanted to resist, but seeing the “wild man”’s focused expression, Henry Clark gave up, her face flushing red. In all her years, it was the first time a man had touched her like this.

But the “wild man”’s actions were indeed effective. After a few rounds of massaging, Henry Clark felt the pain lessen. Then, to her shock, the “wild man” brought his mouth to her wound and began to suck.

A strange feeling rose in her heart, and Henry Clark’s face was covered in blush. He sucked out the blood and spat it out several times. Finally, the “wild man” stopped, and the green blood disappeared. The wild man then somehow produced a few leaves, applied them directly to Henry Clark’s wound, exhaled, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes as he said, “All done!”