This Evil Tiger was treasure from head to toe. In the Mortal Realm of the Medicine Source Realm, it was a rare find worth a fortune.
The father and son skinned it and removed its bones, working all afternoon before they finally finished.
Tiger meat could strengthen the body and extend one's lifespan, so Hu Erlang kept some for his family to nourish themselves.
After the hide was removed, it was hung out to dry. Once it had dried completely, Jia Cuilian would make several sets of robes for Hu Yang.
As for the remaining tiger meat, tiger bones, and the like, Hu Erlang decided to take them to the Small Town a thousand miles away the next day and sell them to a medicine hall. If they managed to sell them, the Hu family would become rich.
That night, the family enjoyed a feast of tiger meat and went to sleep fully satisfied.
At dusk, a voice sounded in Hu Yang's mind, startling him awake.
"Who is it?"
"Do not be afraid! Come find me by the stream bank."
Hu Yang thought for a moment, got dressed, and quietly slipped out of the house.
By the nearby stream stood a White-Haired Old Man wearing a bamboo hat and holding a bamboo pole, fishing blindly.
Hu Yang slowly walked up to him.
"Grandpa, you cannot see the fish at night. It would be safer to fish during the day."
"Hehe, what this Old Man is fishing for is no ordinary fish. Mortal eyes cannot see it," the old man replied.
"No ordinary fish? To be honest, I have lived here since childhood. Other than small fish and shrimp, there is nothing else in this stream," Hu Yang said again.
The old man stroked his beard and smiled. He set down