Yang Li huddled in another corner of the cave, her back to them, covering her ears tightly with her hands, but those nauseating sounds still seeped into her mind like a curse.

She was trembling all over, her stomach was churning, but she couldn't vomit anything.

She didn't know how much time had passed before the two women finally quieted down.

When they looked at Yang Li again, their eyes were filled with a blood-red madness and a strange sense of satisfaction. Remnants of nauseating substances still lingered at the corners of their mouths.

"Sister Yang Li...you should have some too..."

One of the women spoke in an almost gentle tone, while she was holding something in her hand.

Yang Li shook her head violently, her eyes filled with fear and disgust.

"Hmph, fine, don't eat then! You deserve to starve!" another woman said viciously.

However, the will to survive ultimately triumphed over everything.

When she opened her eyes again, she felt that a part of her had died forever.

They relied on this extreme method to temporarily escape the fate of starvation.

But their spirits have been completely twisted and broken.

Inside the cave, an indescribable stench permeated the air.

The women, like demons crawling out of hell, were wary and suspicious of each other, their eyes filled with distrust and madness.

Amidst this boundless despair and distortion, an even stronger and more morbid emotion began to grow wildly in Yang Li's heart—that was hatred for Lin Feng.

She blamed all her misfortunes and suffering on Lin Feng.

It was Lin Feng's cold-heartedness and indifference that led them to this state.

It was Lin Feng who took everything from them and pushed them into this cold hell.

“Lin Feng…” Yang Li huddled in the cold corner, her teeth grinding together, her eyes burning with the flames of revenge.

"I will kill you! I will make you suffer a thousand times more intensely than the pain we are enduring now! I swear!"

Her voice was low and hoarse, like a curse from the deepest hell.

The other women also stopped chewing, their empty eyes also flashing with a deep-seated hatred for Lin Feng.

They may have lost most of their rationality, but this primal, intense hatred has become the only driving force that keeps them going in despair.

"Kill him..."

"Let him die..."

They murmured to themselves, as if in a dream.

Thus, in this cave, completely sealed off by a blizzard and filled with an atmosphere of death and despair, a crazy and twisted revenge plan began to quietly brew in the hearts of these women on the verge of collapse.

They didn't know if they would live to see the snow stop, nor did they know if they had the power to harm that man who was as powerful as a god or demon.

But this idea, like a malignant tumor, took root in their hearts and became their only goal for survival.

They want revenge on Lin Feng. They'll stop at nothing.

The blizzard continues to rage. On the snow-covered plains, three completely different worlds are unfolding their own tragedies and comedies.

Lin Feng's comfort and luxury, Qin Lan's resilience and struggle, Yang Li's madness and hatred... all of this is shrouded in boundless wind and snow, awaiting the final outcome.

Lin Feng, however, was completely unaware of this and utterly indifferent in his warm and comfortable wooden cabin.

He would occasionally frown at the loud noise, then switch to a lighter comedy and continue enjoying his secluded, king-like vacation.

He still had plenty of potato chips, and his "Cola" was also plentiful.

As for the lives of those women, in his eyes, they were less important than a yawn from the she-wolf at his feet.

In the days that followed, the entire wasteland was dragged into an endless ice age.

The sky had completely lost its color, or rather, the only colors it possessed were a despairing, heavy, suffocating leaden gray, and an eerie milky white that appeared when the storm was at its fiercest due to the high density of snow particles.

Blizzards are no longer intermittent occurrences, but have become a regular occurrence.

It rules this land with an almost cold, mechanical rhythm.

Sometimes, it can sweep away newly accumulated snow mounds with overwhelming force and roars like a landslide, while building even higher snow walls in another place.

Like a capricious and unruly child, it recklessly kneads this fragile world.

When the wind is at its strongest, even the sturdy ironwood fence of Linfeng will make a teeth-grinding "creaking" sound.

Sometimes the wind might subside slightly, but the snow would fall even more persistently and densely.

Those weren't snowflakes, but rather a cold, shapeless curtain of snow, falling silently, layer upon layer, tirelessly covering everything in the world, smoothing out all the edges, and burying all life deep within.

The boundary between day and night became blurred. Even in the so-called "daytime," the light was as dim as dusk, with thick clouds and swirling snow blocking out most of the sunlight.

As night falls, the world is plunged into utter darkness and howling winds, with only the sound of raging snowstorms.

The entire wasteland was transformed into a vast and cold tomb.

In this desolate place completely dominated by ice and snow, Lin Feng's wooden house is like a golden palace floating on the River Styx, radiating an alluring light.

Lin Feng then realized that he couldn't get out.

Initially, he would routinely go to the lookout point on the wall to observe the surroundings every day.

But he soon gave up on this futile endeavor.

Apart from the vast expanse of white snow with visibility of less than five meters, and the apocalyptic sound of the wind, he could see and hear nothing.

The snow outside the wall had already piled up to a terrifying height.

Since he couldn't go out, Lin Feng simply immersed himself completely in the comfortable nest he had built for himself.

His life was both structured and extravagant.

He would wake up naturally in his big bed every morning.

The kitten phantom in his arms was curled up in his arms, breathing evenly.

It adapted to this secluded life, spending most of its time either sleeping or playing with Lin Feng, except for occasionally glancing lazily at the white outside the window with its emerald green eyes when Lin Feng stroked it.

He would linger in bed for a while, listening to the ceaseless howling of the wind and snow outside the window, and feeling the warmth of the blankets and the kitten in his arms.

This stark contrast between his inner and outer self always gave him a strange sense of superiority, as if he were in control of everything.

Then he would get up, put on his ankle-length robe made of the softest silver fox and ferret fur, and walk barefoot on the thick wolf fur carpet toward the bathroom.

The facilities in the restroom are enough to make any modern five-star hotel blush with shame.

The faucets were made of gold (of course, the water was drawn from his specially made purification system and heated), the washbasin was carved from white jade, and there was a huge circular bathtub that could accommodate two or three people.

He would first take a hot bath, and in the steamy water, he would completely relax every cell in his body.

After taking a bath, feeling refreshed, Lin Feng would change into equally comfortable casual clothes—usually soft cotton and linen blends—before heading to his "dining room" and "study."

The wood in the fireplace continued to burn tirelessly, emitting a constant warmth and a faint fragrance.

Breakfast is usually substantial and elaborate.

Sometimes it's tender, juicy pan-seared snow beef, served with a few slices of golden-brown, crispy bread, and a drizzle of jam he makes himself from wild berries. Other times it's a few golden fried eggs, accompanied by a few sizzling sausages made from some kind of exotic animal.

During meals, he would pick up his phone and read novels.

He usually spends his mornings patrolling his "territory".

First, there's the kennel.

The kennels are built on an extension of the wooden house, connected to the main building, and are equally warm and dry.

Wangcai, as Lin Feng's "favorite general," has the privilege of being allowed to move around in the main house, while the other members of the Horned Wolf Guard live here.

Following previous screening and further observation during the blizzard.

Lin Feng ultimately preserved eighteen adult horned wolves and six fully grown young horned wolves.

They huddled together, looking exceptionally lazy.

Lin Feng would personally check their physical condition to ensure that they did not become agitated or sick due to prolonged confinement.

He would also prepare their food himself—usually fresh chunks of raw meat.

These horned wolves behaved extremely obediently in front of Lin Feng, and would even rub their heads against his legs to show affection.

Lin Feng knew that this was the result of absolute strength and a combination of kindness and severity.

Then came the stables.

The stables were built next to the kennels, and were equally sturdy and warm.

Inside lived his two beloved horses—a magnificent white stallion named "White Moonlight" and a beautiful mare named "White Emerald," whose coat was as white as the finest jade.

At this moment, they are leisurely strolling in their spacious stables, or chewing on the concentrated feed that Lin Feng prepared for them, which is a mixture of various nutritious forages.

Lin Feng would carefully groom their fur, check their horseshoes, and talk to them softly.

After completing his inspections, Lin Feng would sometimes engage in some "scientific research" activities.

He will try to create more advanced tools and weapons, or improve existing equipment.

Lunch was equally plentiful.

He will try to cook some specialty dishes.

For example, he could cook a "Shadow Mushroom Soup" using a rare fungus from the snowfield (which he collected and froze before the blizzard), or slowly roast marinated exotic animal ribs to make a crispy on the outside and tender on the inside ribs.

Paired with a glass of his homemade fruit wine, the delightful taste was enough to make him temporarily forget the apocalyptic scene outside the window.

In the afternoon, he usually chooses some relaxing entertainment activities.

He would lie on a comfortable recliner, covered with a soft blanket, holding his kitten Phantom, and watch old movies stored on his phone.

For dinner, he would choose some light but nutritious foods.

In the stillness of the night, he would take another relaxing hot bath, or go to the sauna next door for a sauna, and then, holding Meiying, fall into a deep sleep on the warm and comfortable bed.

Days passed by like this.

The blizzard had no end, and neither did Lin Feng's life of pleasure.

He had absolute warmth, plenty of food, and endless entertainment.

He lived in the kingdom he had created all by himself.

No one is disturbing you.