Here is the English translation of the provided text (Chapter 39 excerpt):
Chapter 39: I Choose to ResistAll dead?
After hearing Zhang Yang's words, all the cyan wolves froze in shock. This can't be possible, right?
"Let's go." Zhang Yang knew this batch of snakes wouldn't escape the palm of his hand—he had to keep up the act all the way.
The cyan wolves were somewhat reluctant. If those pythons weren't actually dead and they charged in like this, there would definitely be casualties. But this was the Wolf King's first command. If they didn't obey, it would be far too disrespectful.
When Zhang Yang led the wolf pack back to the snake den, the cyan wolves saw the ground covered in snake corpses and their eyes nearly popped out. Wasn't this a bit too terrifying?
The python cave was filled with snake blood; every corpse looked miserable, with long gashes across their bodies, flesh torn open and flapping.
"King, did… did you do all of this?" Even the former cyan wolf king was now using honorific language.
"Mm. For now, we'll stay in this snake den. I can see your body doesn't look like it can hold on much longer, right?" Zhang Yang's tone wasn't particularly polite, but it was the truth—the former cyan wolf king really was on his last legs. He had only made it to the snake den because other cyan wolves had carried him here.
"Yes… but to see you leading the pack, even if Wolf Mountain dies now, I can die with my eyes closed." After he finished speaking, Wolf Mountain really did show signs that he was ready to die.
He actually had a name? Wolf Mountain?
Zhang Yang exchanged one bottle of primary healing potion: "Drink it."
Huh? What is this? Something in a bottle? Has the Wolf King been hiding this in his mouth the whole time?
Zhang Yang didn't have any containers on him. After exchanging it in the system mall, it directly appeared in his mouth and he spat it out.
Fine—Wolf Mountain didn't care what it was anymore. If the Wolf King told him to drink it, he would drink it. If drinking it killed him, that would honestly be doing him a favor. Every bone in his body was dislocated; the pain was unbearable.
Wolf Mountain drank the healing potion. After that, even if he wanted to die, it became impossible. His injuries weren't actually that severe to begin with; his body simply couldn't recover on its own. With the healing potion's help, it was no longer a problem.
"You still need some time before you can jump around lively again. Come with me inside. Let the others clean up out here." Zhang Yang spoke with full Wolf King authority after seeing Wolf Mountain finish the potion.
Zhang Yang planned to wait in the snake den until those two fruits ripened, so he definitely wasn't leaving.
Those fruits were incredibly mystical items. Even eating one unripe fruit had caused the snake king to undergo such miraculous changes—the ripe ones must be even more powerful.
After Wolf Mountain followed Zhang Yang into the underground space, he saw the two fruits hanging from the plant.
"This is… a spirit fruit?"
The moment he saw the fruits, Wolf Mountain's eyes glowed green.
That very reaction instantly made Zhang Yang wary of him. If Wolf Mountain dared to have any designs on those two fruits, Zhang Yang would personally kill him.
But… they're called spirit fruits?
Wolf Mountain noticed the strange look Zhang Yang was giving him and felt a little embarrassed.
"Sorry for the unseemly behavior, my King. We have been searching for spirit fruits for a very long time. We just haven't found any recently, so I got a bit excited."
Zhang Yang caught the subtext in Wolf Mountain's words.
He said "recently" they hadn't found any—which meant they had found some in the past, right? If Wolf Mountain had really obtained spirit fruits before, the pack shouldn't be living in such miserable conditions.
Look at the snake king—it had almost evolved into an entirely different creature. Now look at Wolf Mountain—while his frame was large, compared to the snake king, he was pitifully weak.
"Yes. The Evil Wolf Hall demands that we offer them spirit fruits at regular intervals. If we fail to deliver on time, there will be punishment. The next deadline is not far away. I never expected that my King would find spirit fruits—it truly is heaven blessing our cyan wolves." Wolf Mountain's eyes were full of joy.
But Zhang Yang was not happy at all.
What the hell did you just say? I worked my ass off to get these good things, and now I'm supposed to offer them to some "Evil Wolf Hall"? What kind of organization is that? Why is it so damn impressive?
Wolf Mountain saw the confusion on Zhang Yang's face.
And he wasn't surprised—small packs like the jungle wolves had no way of coming into contact with such matters.
"My King, the Evil Wolf Hall is the holy land of our wolf race. It rules over all wolf clans across the entire Mortal Beast Continent. It is precisely because of the Evil Wolf Hall that we wolves have the right to hunt on the Mortal Beast Continent."
Zhang Yang really wanted to roll his eyes.
The right to hunt still needs to be granted by someone else? What, are your teeth not sharp enough?
"Tell me about the situation on the Mortal Beast Continent."
Zhang Yang didn't argue. He genuinely wanted to know what this Mortal Beast Continent was like—information he had never gotten from the jungle wolves.
Of course Wolf Mountain wouldn't hold back. Even if Zhang Yang hadn't asked, he would have told him anyway. After all, Zhang Yang was now the future Wolf King—his decisions would affect the entire pack.
However, while Wolf Mountain knew some things, his rank was still too low. He only knew bits and pieces on the fringes; he had no knowledge of the true core secrets.
But even that was enough to give Zhang Yang a concrete picture of the Mortal Beast Continent.
According to Wolf Mountain: The Mortal Beast Continent is enormous. Many races live and reproduce on it. Powerful races are the rulers of the Mortal Beast Continent, while weaker ones can only become food. The wolf race is one of the powerful races. The Evil Wolf Hall is actually the strongest wolf faction. It is said that even an ordinary evil wolf is over five meters long, and the powerful ones are even bigger—though Wolf Mountain had never seen them himself.
"You found spirit fruits before but never thought of eating them yourselves?"
Zhang Yang understood now. The Evil Wolf Hall was basically sucking the nutrients out of other wolf packs, making them serve without giving anything in return—a complete one-sided exploitation.
Wolf Mountain shook his head.
"It's not that we didn't want to—it's that we didn't dare. Unless we find a large number of spirit fruits, there won't be enough to offer. If we fail to deliver, the punishment is severe—one-third of the cyan wolves in the pack will be sent to serve as cannon fodder."
"Cannon fodder for what?"
Zhang Yang felt his knowledge was sorely lacking, but he also felt a sense of superiority—because he knew this world was actually called "God & Demon Pet Beast Paradise," not some "Mortal Beast Continent." Or rather, the Mortal Beast Continent was merely one small region within this paradise.
"War against other races. Of course cannon fodder is needed."
Wolf Mountain's expression darkened as he spoke—clearly recalling something unpleasant.
Ding! Task triggered: Submit or ResistTask requirement: The host may freely choose to submit to or resist the orders of the Evil Wolf Hall.
Oh? I actually get to choose for myself? Nice.
"I choose to resist."