Chapter 1931: Hunt

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Xiao Wu lowered her head and followed Zhuque's gaze.

Below the sheer cliff face, there is a lush and dense forest.

Ancient trees towered into the sky, their canopies intertwined, forming a dense and impenetrable forest. Occasionally, one could glimpse several thick vines as thick as pythons extending from beneath the canopy.

Chirp chirp…

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"Chirp chirp…"

'Plop!'

This is a bird's paradise, with nests in the treetops visible everywhere. The rustling of birds can be heard from time to time, and there are wild animals running under the trees.

However, you can hardly hear the roars of wild beasts here. Animals like wolves, tigers and leopards, ferocious predators, are probably rare to see.

At the foot of the mountain, one could see traces of human passage, forming a narrow path through the thorny bushes.

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Actually, this isn't really deep in the mountains.

The mountain path runs from outside the mountains to here, and disappears at the foot of the mountain.

The roadside was overgrown with weeds. If you didn't look carefully, it wouldn't be easy to find it. It can be seen that few people walked on this road, it is estimated to be a mountain path opened up by hunters who went into the mountains to hunt.

As they walked along the mountain path, the hills ahead gradually flattened. When Qin Sang and his companions arrived, they saw a village of mortals in the distance.

Beyond this mountain lies the true depths of the forest, a place rarely visited by humans, where wild beasts also become more common.

Zhuque was looking straight at that mountain path.

The sun had risen high, and sunlight streamed through the forest. At the other end of the mountain path, a figure appeared.

The newcomer was a boy who looked about fourteen or fifteen years old. He wore coarse hemp clothing and straw sandals, which showed that he came from a poor family. However, his clothes were clean, and there was a resolute air about him, along with a hint of scholarly refinement that one wouldn't expect from an ordinary family.

He walked, one hand clutching a bundle of hemp rope, the other holding a steel pickaxe sharpened to a point at its end. Though he traversed the rugged mountain path with surprising agility.

His palms, gripping the rope and steel shackles, were thick with knuckles, clearly belonging to someone trained in martial arts.

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Orion has practiced some martial arts, otherwise it would be difficult for him to even enter the mountains, let alone hunt wild beasts.

But the young boy did not know if he was coming to gather firewood or hunt. At such a tender age, he dared to enter the mountains alone.

"Rustling!"

After all, he wasn't a cultivator nor a dashing swordsman who could leap across rooftops and leave no footprints in the snow. Walking on the mountain path, his body brushing against the roadside grass inevitably made a sound.

The young man's brow was always tightly furrowed, he was very cautious, constantly on guard against danger in the grass. He would stop to look around after a while.

Soon, a mountain appeared on the eastern side of the path, casting both the path and the boy into shadow.

At this point, it became clear that the young man wasn't here to hunt. He slowed his pace and began scrutinizing the mountainside on the right of the path.

This mountain is not like the majestic and extraordinary one where Qin Sang and his people live.

This hillside, sometimes steep and sometimes gentle, is covered in lush vegetation. The steep parts feature cliffs towering a hundred feet high, while the gentler sections can be climbed with ease just using your legs.

The boy seemed to be looking for something, searching little by little. He would shake his head sometimes and stop to think at other times.

Finally, he saw a piece of terrain that met his expectations. His eyes lit up slightly, and he quickened his pace toward it.

His goal was a stone wall, standing about a hundred meters up the mountain path after passing a gentle slope.

The boy was about to walk up, but then he remembered something. He looked at the time and first used steel to draw a line on the ground. Then, he scanned the hillside with his eyes, gathered his strength, and leapt suddenly, landing steadily on a stone. He did this again and again, jumping from one stone to another until he reached the cliff face and looked up.

The stone wall itself wasn't over a hundred zhang tall, but it was straight up and down, with patches of wild grass growing all over it.

From a crack in the stone, a tree sprouted horizontally and grew stubbornly upwards. Vines grew along its trunk, with two of them trailing down almost to the ground.

The stone wall wasn't very wide, with earthen slopes on both sides. On the right side, there was a large tree growing close to the stone wall, its trunk covered in lush green vines.

The young boy recognized this type of vine. It was very strong and could be used as a rope.

He quickly scanned the entire stone wall, his eyes flickering, as if deep in thought, and finally his gaze fell on the top of the stone wall.

Looking up from below, one could see a shadow. It was a large rock, with part of it sticking out. The rock itself wasn't even, but rather round and smooth, making one worry about whether it might roll down.

The young man had come precisely for this stone. Repeating his old trick, he jumped from the dirt slope on one side to the top of the cliff face, grabbed the large stone, and gave it a gentle push. The stone didn't budge.

He increased his strength, feeling a slight tremor in the stone. He couldn't help but grin with delight and, disregarding the danger, crouched at the edge of the cliff face, observing the point where the stone met the rock wall, and trying to wedge the steel chisel in.

Next, he kept moving up and down, using steel soldering and hemp rope to measure and mark.

The boy, absorbed in his work, suddenly remembered something. He looked at the line he had drawn earlier and saw that the shadow of the mountain was about to cross it. His expression tightened, and he hurriedly hid the steel chisel and hemp rope in the grass before sprinting back.

"Huh"

Zhuge and Xiao Wu were engrossed in the story, but when they suddenly saw the young man come running in like he had met his nemesis, they were quite surprised.

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"He will definitely be back tomorrow," Zhuque said confidently.

The next day, at the same time, the young man arrived as promised.

This time, he also brought a shovel, found hemp rope and steel wire from the grass, and continued to work busily.

Just like yesterday, the moment arrived, and the young man left without a trace of reluctance.

From then on, Qin Sang was busy repairing the thunder altar. The young man became a pastime for Zhuque and Xiao Wu's idle life.

Zhuge even dared to bet with Xiao Wu on what the young man wanted to do, but unfortunately, Xiao Wu didn't take the bait.

This didn't affect Zhuque's interest at all. What she looked forward to most every day was sunrise.

However, out of curiosity, none of them used their powers to investigate or spy on the young man's intentions.

After that, the young man would bring something new every time he came.

For example, barbed wire wrapped around nails, the color of the nails is abnormal, it is estimated that they were poisoned.

For example, a wooden spear with an iron ferrule at the top, sharpened to a very fine point.

There are also all sorts of ingenious mechanical devices.

These mechanisms are the ingenuity of Orion, designed to set traps, constructed with great artistry.

The young man tried and tried again, taking ten days or so to choose the most suitable mechanism.

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"How is it! I, Zhu Que, guessed it on the first day that he was setting a trap!"

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Zhuque was very pleased and showed off to Xiao Wu.

But what's puzzling is that the young man put so much effort into this, he must be hunting a ferocious beast, but there are no such beasts around here. The beasts in the deep mountains are also blocked by the mountain beneath Qin Sang, they can't get through.

A youth is extremely patient. He was busy for over a month before and after, only to finally finish setting the trap.

On the last day, the young man carefully inspected every mechanism, cleaning away any traces with care. He then brought over some moss from elsewhere to cover up the scratches on the stone that couldn't be erased.

Next, the boy didn't leave any bait nor did he lure any beasts from elsewhere. When it was time, he simply ran back home.

"This kid isn't hiding well enough, I'll help him out."

Zhuge looked on with delight, a sly grin spreading across his face. He flapped his wings excitedly.

For the next three days, there was no sign of the young man. Zhuque became so anxious that she scratched her ears and cheeks, unable to resist the urge to fly to the village, drag the young man out, and demand to know what he was up to.

On the fourth day, the sun rose in the east.

The young man finally appeared again.

His steps seemed heavier than before, but his pace was still quick.

This time, the young man walked past the trap without stopping and went straight toward their mountain.

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These days, the young man has entered the mountains for the first time.

The thick foliage couldn't block Zhuque and Xiaowu's view. They watched as the boy moved like a monkey, nimbly weaving through the trees.

He wore a light crossbow on his right arm. With the combination of traps and arrows, he had a bountiful harvest.

When descending the mountain, his pack contained several birds, and he was also carrying a medium-sized fawn in his hand.

Back on the mountain path, the boy glanced at the time. It was almost time for him to leave as he had before.

This time, he didn't go home. Instead, he carried his prey to the trap and, on the earthen slope north of the stone wall, at a place he had chosen beforehand, built a fire. He caught a bird, gutted it, and roasted it over the flames.

This bird is very fat, and it sizzles and releases oil quickly, the fragrance spreading far away.

To everyone's surprise, the young man's next move was unexpected. He remained unmoved by the savory smell. Drawing a short blade from his waist, he slashed at his left arm several times, gritting his teeth as he plunged it into his flesh, carving a deep gash without mercy.

Flesh was churning, fresh red blood immediately staining his clothes crimson. The metallic scent of blood mingled with the aroma of meat and drifted outwards.

‘Hiss!’

The boy gasped, tore off a strip of cloth, and bit down on one end, bandaging his wound.

The blood, however, was not so easily stopped. The cloth strip quickly became soaked through.

The youth's face was pale from blood loss. He untied the water pouch and drank deeply, then stared into the fire, concentrating on roasting the meat.

Not long after.

A white shadow suddenly flashed on the mountaintop where the boy was, and then vanished in an instant.

Here it is!

As Zhuque watched the play, she couldn't help but lower her voice and watch with wide, excited eyes.

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“No wonder, it turns out to be hunting demons! This kid wouldn't have eaten a bear's heart and a leopard's courage, would he”

Little Wu's eyes flickered as well.

Their eyes caught sight of Bai Ying's movement, it was a white weasel at the level of an ordinary demon.

Though, human warriors entering the Xiantian realm also possess formidable combat strength, capable of fighting against low-level Qi Refining cultivators.

The young man was obviously not a top expert. To dare to bring the white weasel to kill, he could be called bold and daring.

The weasel moved with stealth, weaving through the grass without making a sound. It silently crept up behind the young boy and suddenly pounced.

The young man seemed to be concentrating on grilling meat, but his mind was always tense. However, the weasel's speed was too fast. By the time he felt the wind, there wasn't even time to dodge.

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The weasel suddenly pounced, its two sharp front paws digging into the boy's back with vicious force.

'Bang!'

What was emitted was the sound of gold and iron clashing.

Beneath the torn clothes, there was metal.

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The boy, based on the corpses of Master and others, as well as survivors' accounts, analyzed that this monster preferred to ambush its victims, stabbing them in the back with a heart-stopping blow. He also found out that it was crucial to prepare iron plating beforehand for protection.

However, the white weasel's claws were incredibly sharp and pierced through the iron sheet!

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The young man only felt a sharp pain in his back, and a terrifying power slammed into him through the iron sheet. He instinctively lunged forward.

This is a test.

Whoa!

The young boy, facing the stone wall and the grill over the fire, dove headfirst into the sand below.

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Excruciating pain throughout the body, with internal organs displaced.

In this situation, the youth even turned his body halfway before falling, aiming the light crossbow on his right arm at the back.

The blow didn't kill the prey, and the weasel let out a shriek.

"Squeak!"

The cries were extremely harsh.

At the same time, the white weasel transformed into a white shadow, leaping down with the young man and continuing the pursuit. Its jaw hairs quivered, shooting out a cloud of white smoke that enveloped the young man.

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The boy, knowing the weasel's skills beforehand, closed his eyes and held his breath.

Although he was extremely well-prepared, when he heard the shout, his head buzzed and he felt a bit dizzy. This was despite having stuffed his ears with cotton beforehand.

White smoke, eerie cries, all are terrifying sorcery. The village's most skilled hunter died at the hands of this magic, powerless to resist, striking fear into the hearts of the villagers.

Fortunately, this white weasel wouldn't appear in the morning. Villagers only dared to be active in the morning. Once noon passed, they would close their doors and windows, and no one dared to go out hunting for demons.

These preparations did have some effect, the young man didn't faint on the spot. With stubborn willpower, he propped up his left arm and fired a crossbow arrow.

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The weasel pounced, and the boy's left arm was about to be torn apart. Luckily, he had iron plates bound on his forearm, which stopped it from being completely shredded but still left a deep wound that exposed bone.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Three crossbow bolts shot out, their tips reflecting a brilliant blue light, pre-coated with poison.

The weasel was forced to dodge, twisting at an incredible angle, and avoided three crossbow bolts unharmed.

'Bang!'

The young boy slammed to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth.

The weasel, eyes gleaming with greed, leaped down at the vibrant body.

Just then, something must have been triggered, and the sand on the ground billowed up with a whoosh.

On either side of the trees, a curved branch on each snapped straight and made a crack.

The ivy that had fallen from the branch to the ground was immediately pulled out of the sand.

Several vines were tightly bound to the wire mesh. The wire mesh sprang up from the ground, kicking up a cloud of sand, and in the blink of an eye formed a net bag, ready to trap the white weasel inside, with nails poised to pierce it.

After all, it was a refined monster, the white weasel reacted extremely fast. It clung to the edge of the iron net and jumped high up.

But unexpectedly, when the iron net sprang up, a series of traps was triggered. A green vine clinging to the rock wall was pulled out, wedging itself against the edge of a boulder on the cliff face. The boulder then rolled down from the top of the cliff.

"Phew!"

A gust of wind ruffled the white fox's fur.

The weasel was completely shrouded in the shadow of the large stone. With its cultivation, if it were to be hit by the stone and fall to the ground, its bones would be shattered.

"Squeak!"

The white weasel, enraged, let out a shrill, bloodcurdling howl.

'Poof!'

'Bang!'

At the crucial moment, the weasel hurriedly spewed out a mouthful of white smoke, blocking the boulder for a moment. With its front paws gripping the edge of the stone, and its hind legs kicking forcefully, it flipped over in a somersault, narrowly escaping danger.

But that wasn't all the traps. As the boulder fell, a third layer of interlocking mechanisms sprang into action. The sound of clockwork echoed across the ground, and a chilling blue light emanated from the grass.

On each side were five poisoned spears. Taking advantage of the fact that the white weasel was in mid-air with nowhere to borrow strength, they shot out suddenly.

‘Whoosh! Swish swish swish!’

The poisonous spear's force was comparable to that of a powerful crossbow, swift as lightning.

Ten venomous spears intertwined, their force leaving no escape for the aged white weasel. Its ferocious roars turned into terrified screams.

"Pfft!"

"Bang!"

The demon's blood left a trail on the ground.

A poisonous spear pierced the weasel's den, its tip sunk deep into the trunk, and its tail was still quivering.

"Wonderful!"

Zhuque beat its wings forcefully, "Unfortunately, this little weasel has the aura of a cultivator on it. It must belong to someone else. This kid is in trouble." (End of Chapter)

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