Chapter 610

Chapter 610: Hunting in Dongli

Wang Chen continued his journey along the winding and rugged beast path.

In the early hours of the morning, while the sky was still shrouded in dim light, he quietly departed from his home and embarked on a sword flight that spanned hundreds of miles, leading him to Dongli Mountain.

Dongli Mountain, the nearest hunting ground to Feixu Valley, is characterized by its steep terrain and lush forests. The undulating peaks and valleys were once teeming with a variety of magical beasts.

Consequently, numerous loose cultivators flock here to hunt and forage.

However, magical beasts are not an inexhaustible resource. After successive waves of Hunter Cultivators, many areas of Dongli Mountain have become devoid of any beastly traces.

For newcomers like Wang Chen, unfamiliar with the terrain, finding suitable prey is an even greater challenge.

Wang Chen had no other choice.

His spirit fields required daily attention, limiting his ability to travel far. The necessity to return the same day made Dongli Mountain his only viable option.

Yet, Wang Chen had his own strategies.

As the beast path vanished into the dense thicket ahead, the sound of flowing water reached his ears.

Wang Chen’s spirits lifted immediately.

Water sources are prime locations for beasts to appear!

He did not rush forward recklessly but instead retrieved the Qing Qian Kun Mirror from his Xumi Ring.

Although this artifact was somewhat flawed, it significantly enhanced Wang Chen’s divine sense, making it an invaluable tool for locating prey.

As he channeled his magical energy into it, the mirror emitted a soft glow.

Wang Chen’s formidable divine sense expanded silently, reaching out in all directions.

Despite the complex environment diminishing the range and accuracy of his divine sense, the Qing Qian Kun Mirror’s support allowed his perception to swiftly extend from ten steps to a hundred, and then to a thousand!

Within the scope of his divine sense, not even the smallest ant could evade detection.

From the flood of information that returned, Wang Chen quickly identified his target.

He promptly formed a spell with his hands, activating the Spirit Concealment Technique to minimize his aura and magical fluctuations, thereby reducing his presence.

Then, he moved stealthily towards the targeted prey.

Shortly after, a Spotted Deer drinking by the creek came into his view.

This deer, comparable in size to a horse, bore slender, curved antlers and stood with ears alert.

It was exceedingly cautious, continuously scanning its surroundings and sniffing the air for any signs of danger while drinking.

Any magical beast that reaches adulthood in Dongli Mountain is no ordinary creature. This Spotted Deer relied on its exceptionally acute senses to survive; the slightest disturbance or unfamiliar scent would prompt it to flee immediately.

It was remarkably swift!

Suddenly, the Spotted Deer seemed to sense something, quickly lifting its head and casting a wary glance around.

This magical beast harbored an ominous premonition, its eyes reflecting hesitation.

Yet, its instinctive caution led it to make the prudent decision to turn and flee.

However, at that very moment, a brilliant sword light shot forth from the trees, piercing the deer’s neck in an instant and claiming its life.

The magical beast did not even have the chance to utter a cry of despair before it collapsed beside the gently babbling creek.

The sword light swiftly retracted and disappeared into the sleeve of Wang Chen, a hundred steps away.

With the dragon concealed in the deep, his life treasure, the Longyuan Sword, emphasizes keeping the weapon hidden and revealing it only when necessary!

Once the sword is drawn, it must yield results.

With a Shortening the Earth, Wang Chen appeared beside the corpse of the Spotted Deer.

The deer had a large hole in its neck, but not a single drop of blood spilled out.

The wound was completely sealed by sword energy!

The reason is quite simple; the blood of magical beasts is also important fertilizer for spirit fields. For spirit rice, deer blood is considered a nourishing ingredient.

Such resources must not go to waste.

Wang Chen reached out to lift the Spotted Deer’s body, estimating it weighed around four to five hundred pounds.

He felt quite pleased.

While green Japonica rice requires meat to thrive abundantly, that demand is limited; otherwise, it defeats the purpose of planting—why not just eat the meat directly?

Wang Chen chose green Japonica rice as his pioneering rice seeds primarily because this spirit rice is easy to grow and yields high outputs.

In reality, green Japonica rice promotes a strong physique, making it ideal for cultivators like him who practice both body and spell cultivation!

The blood-rich, muscular magical beast, once separated, would provide enough nutrients for dozens of acres of spirit rice to produce ears of grain.

Wang Chen considered it a successful start.

Even though he spent a considerable amount of time and energy searching from morning until noon for this achievement, it was well worth it.

After storing his loot in the Xumi Ring, Wang Chen continued along the creek bank, moving upstream to search for new prey.

It is not easy to go out and hunt; it’s always better to bring back more game.

However, it seemed that Wang Chen’s luck had run out today, as he did not encounter another similar prey until dusk.

Such things were unavoidable.

Most areas of Dongli Mountain had been ravaged by hunters; no one offered magical beasts time or opportunity for rest, almost draining the pond dry to fish, making it hard to attain more rewards!

As the sky darkened, Wang Chen hesitated whether to continue searching for a while longer or return now.

Many magical beasts hide during the day, living in concealed caverns, and only emerge at night to forage.

Theoretically, the chances of finding prey at night are greater.

But correspondingly, the night is also more dangerous!

After some consideration, Wang Chen decided to return.

He immediately summoned the Longyuan Sword, riding a beam of sword light as he soared through the air toward Feixu Valley.

The return trip was much quicker than the journey out; a few hundred miles was nothing. By the time Wang Chen reached home, the moon had just begun to rise.

The Haotian Realm also has its sun and moon.

But there are nine suns and nine moons, which take turns appearing in the sky each day.

It is said that every thousand years, there will be a phenomenon of nine suns and moons shining together, the former heralding a great Calamity and the latter representing the rise of spiritual energy tides!

Once back home, Wang Chen began to process his spoils.

Equipment like the Xumi Ring has excellent preservation effects; ordinary meat can last for decades without spoiling, but magical beast meat loses spiritual energy, so it is best to consume it fresh.

First, he extracted the sealed deer blood and stored it in a specially made jar.

The richly infused deer blood can be brewed into spiritual wine, and deer blood wine is remarkably good for replenishing Qi and blood.

After extracting the blood, he skinned the deer and then proceeded to separate the bones, flesh, and sinew.

Every part of the magical beast is valuable, and there is almost nothing to waste; even what is considered filth within its body can be used to enrich the fields.

Although Wang Chen was not an experienced hunter and lacked skills akin to a butcher, with his cultivation level, cutting it up was as easy as flipping his palm; it was just a bit rough around the edges.

It did not take much time at all.

Finally, Wang Chen selected the most succulent tenderloin and set up a charcoal grill in his yard for barbecuing.

He did not forget to send a talisman to Zhang Mushan, inviting him over to share the feast.