C6 (2/2)

In the depths of the forest, the iron bull was lying prone on the ground, looking at an elk that was grazing in front of him. He forced a smile on his face.

Hong Ling and the other hunters who were also lying beside him saw his nervous smile and the muscles on his body twitching uncontrollably. The corners of their eyes twitched uncontrollably.

As long as he was able to hunt enough prey this time, his mother would tell him about a marriage when he got back. The Fang family was the childhood sweethearts that he was very familiar with, and they had the same robust physique. According to his mother, they were all good children.

Wiping away the saliva at the corner of his mouth, the iron bull slowly pulled out a spear from his back. He quickly stood up and started sprinting.

His hand holding the spear, was slowly gushing out a milky white Authentic Qi, pouring into the spear.

The elk that was eating grass saw someone and quickly escaped. This kind of little elf, once he ran, would not be able to catch up to a horse even if he were to risk his life.

”Hehe, where do you think you're going?”

The iron bull suddenly stopped in its tracks. Borrowing the momentum of its charge, its body spun in a circle, the spear in its hand swinging out ruthlessly.

Chi, that huge deer's head was instantly pierced through by the spear that was as fast as lightning, the berserk Authentic Qi directly blew its head apart, leaving behind a pair of antlers and a gigantic headless corpse.

The iron bull could not contain the strength in its body and instantly started rolling on the ground. It rolled on its back as it got up. Its head, mouth and body were all covered in grass.

Everyone cheered, they immediately rushed over and once again ripped off their prey, while the iron bull held onto its antlers and wobbled towards Hong Ling.

”Ling Zi, I'll give this antler to you. I know you like drinking deer blood!”

He looked at Hong Ling who was currently in a daze, and waved the antler in front of the youth's face.

”Oh, okay, I'll take it!”

Hong Ling was still deep in thought about the iron bull's strike. He wanted to find the key to why he was unable to awaken, but he was disappointed to discover that it was all in vain.

”It seems that I still do not have the opportunity to awaken!”

He let out a long sigh and finally gave up on his obsession. He turned around and followed the Iron Cow and the others as they continued their hunting.

Time flew by, and after half a month, a group of people excitedly walked out of the Shiwan Mountain, each of them carrying a bunch of furs on their backs.

Slightly turning his head and looking at the people behind him who were still unharmed, Hong Ling's heart was finally at ease. He knew that he had finally brought them out safely.

After two lifetimes, he understood the value of true love. These simple and honest villagers were already considered by him to be his closest kin. He did not want anything to happen to any of them, that would be too heart-wrenching.

”Let's start a bonfire tonight and have a good time!” The head hunter, Old Li, shouted and everyone cheered.

The women were busy dealing with the beast meat that was brought back, while the men were tidying up the leather goods bit by bit.

Hong Ling looked at the busy crowd with a smile in his eyes.

The huge bonfire burned, the fermented alcohol and fresh beast meat were cooked and served long tables by the women, only then did fresh fruits and vegetables fill the entire tables. Hong Ling cheered and joined the ranks of the men who were drinking and boasting.

There were children running around everywhere. They were either holding greasy beast legs, or holding wooden swords, or chasing each other through windmills that had been brought back from the city.

Hong Ling really liked his current state. Life was always filled with hope, bright flames, and strong wine.

He looked at the simple and honest Iron Ox with a red face who took out a crushed flower and gave it to Tigress who was even taller than him. He looked at Old Uncle Li who was opening his chest wide to wrestle with Iron Ox's father, and saw those shy young girls, under the guidance of their respective mothers, drifting their gazes on the young boys.

This was a very beautiful season. In the midst of maturity, in the midst of ignorance, in the midst of shy smiles, the youth felt for the first time the beauty he had once lost.

Perhaps, one day, when he was tired of the conflict, he would come back here and live such a peaceful life as a hunter who relied on mountains and rivers for support.

The next morning, the women woke the drunk men early and gave them the furs, telling them to go to the nearest town and sell the furs early.

Hong Ling tied an ancient steel sword to his waist and carried his leather on his back as he followed the group towards the town.

After leaving enough people in the village to ensure their safety, the group finally embarked on a journey to the town.

Behind them was the gradually bustling Hidden Dragon Village. Countless warnings came from the smoke, carrying with them the strong alcohol from last night. In the evening, they finally arrived at the magnificent town.

Hong Ling looked at the black walls, at the black bloodstains that had long dried up and the marks left by the axes and sabers, and sighed in his heart.

On top of the city wall that was over ten zhang tall, there was a huge bed crossbow and fully armed soldiers were patrolling the city wall. Flapping flags were fluttering in the wind under the setting sun.

Through the city gate, Hong Ling saw the bustling crowd within the city. Even though it wasn't the first time he had been here, he was still shocked by the magnificent layout of the city.