I Am a Thief in the World of Cultivation

Lying in the stone crevice deep in the cave that was covered with a thick layer of soft hay and animal skins, Chen Fan entered the dreamy fragrance with satisfaction. Chen Fan is an orphan. He is fourteen years old. No one knows where he comes from or what relatives he has. I stole a pack of meat from the kitchen of Fumanlou today. Fortunately, there was a small piece of wolf meat. The wolf was the second most ferocious beast in this mountain forest after the iron tiger. The price of the meat was so high that most people could not afford it. Chen Fan was very excited about this. In the early morning, a strange sound and a fishy smell woke Chen Fan up. He was horrified to find a huge creature standing in a stone cave not far from him. Its fist-sized and blood-red eyes were staring at him sleeping in the crack of the stone. Two rows of sharp teeth and a bright red tongue could be clearly seen in the half-open mouth. The heavy snoring could be clearly heard. Waves of fishy smell sprayed into the stone jar with the breath of the giant beast. Chen Fan was frightened and almost fainted.