Harvesting Slaughter Points in the Two Realms Mountain Range

Deep in the mountains, it was silent.

Sunlight filtered through the dense, lush foliage, casting a warm glow into the dark, damp forest.

Chen Lin, sword in hand, walked cautiously.

As he ventured deeper into the mountain range, the surrounding environment gradually shifted from silence to a growing clamor.

"Rustle~~"

A faint sound reached Chen Lin's ears.

Chen Lin immediately stopped, observing intently.

"Heh!" Chen Lin stared fixedly ahead and to his right, slowly raising the treasure sword in his hand.

From a patch of thorny bushes not far away, a rustling sound, growing from distant to near, became clearly audible.

Chen Lin looked over and saw dark, gaunt figures slowly emerging. They resembled wolves and foxes, their bodies smaller than a fox but larger than a wolf. A pair of dark red eyes stared coldly at Chen Lin.

"Fox wolves?" Chen Lin's heart tightened, and he inwardly sighed at his bad luck.

These creatures possessed the cunning of foxes and the ferocity of wolves. They were adept at coordination, and their strength was roughly equivalent to that of a Martial Apprentice in the early stage. They were extremely troublesome pack beasts.

The large group of fox wolves emerging from the bushes before him numbered over thirty. Even a Martial Master would risk losing their life to these beasts if they weren't careful.

Chen Lin took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the approaching, ill-intentioned pack of fox wolves.

At a distance of twenty meters from Chen Lin, the fox wolves naturally began to spread out, forming a fan shape to surround him.

Being stared at by so many cold, red eyes, Chen Lin, despite his confidence in his strength, couldn't help but feel his heart clench.

After all, this was his first encounter with the ferocious beasts of this world, and he felt somewhat uncertain.

"Roar~~~"

A low, mournful howl erupted from one of the fox wolves at the rear of the pack.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh~~"

All the fox wolves instantly lunged at him from all directions simultaneously. Facing an assault from so many fox wolves, each equivalent to an early-stage Martial Apprentice, an ordinary Martial Artist, even one with the strength of a Martial Master, would not be able to withstand it.

Fortunately, Chen Lin was no ordinary Martial Master.

"Die!" Chen Lin's eyes turned cold as he swung his treasure sword.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

The sword moved like a fierce wind, swift as lightning.

The moment the sword was swung, the outstretched claws of a lunging fox wolf were instantly severed. Chen Lin thrust his sword forward, piercing the fox wolf's lower jaw and running it through its head.

"So sharp?" Chen Lin withdrew his sword and retreated, a flicker of delight in his eyes.

[Slaughter Points +0.8]

The instant the fox wolf died, information about gaining Slaughter Points flashed through Chen Lin's mind.

"0.8 for one? That's so much more than killing a livestock animal at the slaughterhouse! It seems the decision to leave the city was the right one!" Chen Lin's eyes gleamed as he stared at the fox wolf, the slight tension in his heart replaced by excitement.

His figure flashed, and Chen Lin charged forward again, sword in hand.

Slash!

Another fox wolf met its end on the spot.

These fox wolves, found in the border regions of the Two Realms Mountain Range, were all skilled fighters. However, facing Chen Lin, a cautious Martial Master, they only managed to cause him some trouble at the beginning. Afterward, they were purely giving Chen Lin free Slaughter Points.

Facing the fox wolves' fearless charges and coordinated sneak attacks, Chen Lin's attention was highly focused. While constantly repositioning himself, he relied on the sharpness of his weapon to dispatch one fox wolf after another.

"Slash, slash..."

Fallen leaves swirled, blood splattered, and one fox wolf after another fell to the ground, silent.

Chen Lin's sword-swinging speed grew faster and faster, becoming more natural and fluid.

Under the pressure of the fox wolves' relentless attacks, Chen Lin's strength was continuously pushed to its limits. He rapidly adapted to his rapidly increasing power, allowing for more precise control over his strength and speed.

If the Chen Lin before entering the Two Realms Mountain Range could only utilize a little over eighty percent of his strength, then the current Chen Lin, under constant pressure, could now unleash close to ninety percent of his true power.

"Roar!" A sharp, short roar echoed from the rear of the fox wolf pack, carrying a hint of fear and anger.

The remaining fox wolves heard the sound and immediately turned, scattering in all directions to flee.

Chen Lin, unwilling to give up, pursued and hunted a few more, but ultimately, the cunning fox wolves managed to escape.

He calmed his breathing and began to check the Slaughter Points he had accumulated on the Slaughter Jade Book.

[Slaughter Points: 21]

Chen Lin's face lit up with a smile. The Slaughter Points gained this time were even more than on his most profitable day at the slaughterhouse. It filled him with excitement.

"The Two Realms Mountain Range is truly my lucky place!" Chen Lin murmured to himself before striding further into the forest.

As for the corpses of the fox wolves he had just killed, Chen Lin was too lazy to deal with them.

Although the corpse of a fox wolf could fetch a dozen taels of silver, it was clearly unrealistic for him to carry them all by himself. Returning to Nanqing City for a few dozen taels of silver would be a waste of time and not worth it for him.

Unless he possessed an extremely large storage artifact, such situations would only become the norm in the future.

Arriving at the Two Realms Mountain Range, Chen Lin was like a dragon entering the sea, or a fish in water.

His practical combat experience grew continuously, his swordsmanship was greatly honed, and he also gained quite a bit of Slaughter Points.

Four days passed quickly.

On this day, after Chen Lin painstakingly hunted a Sabertooth Black Tiger with the strength of an early-stage Martial Master, he shouldered its corpse and quickly left the Two Realms Mountain Range.

Four days of hunting in the mountains made Chen Lin's current appearance like that of a wild man.

If he hadn't produced his War God Temple member identification token, with Chen Lin's current appearance, it would have taken a lot more effort to enter the city.

Entering Nanqing City, Chen Lin, carrying the Sabertooth Black Tiger, headed straight for the slaughterhouse.

The Chen Clan operated many shops, including armor shops and butcher shops.

Most Martial Artists in the city preferred to sell their goods to their own clan's shops. The price difference wasn't significant, and doing so not only repaid the clan's nurturing but also supported the family business. It was a win-win situation that no one would refuse.

As soon as he entered the slaughterhouse, Dong Wu spotted Chen Lin.

Even though Chen Lin's hair was messy and his clothes were either stained with blood or torn into strips everywhere except the crucial parts, Dong Wu recognized him at a glance due to their recent interactions.

Seeing the black saber-toothed tiger, over 5 meters long, being carried into the slaughterhouse by Chen Lin as if it were a sack, Dong Wu immediately sprang up. His plump face bloomed like a chrysanthemum, and he strode quickly to meet Chen Lin.

"Oh my! Nephew Chen, it's only been a few days, and your strength has become even more profound! You only recently joined the War God Temple, and in just a few days, you've hunted a black saber-toothed tiger that even ordinary early-stage Martial Masters wouldn't dare to provoke easily. It's truly astonishing and delightful!"

Chen Lin casually dropped the black saber-toothed tiger on the ground and said to Dong Wu with a smile, "Uncle Dong, you flatter me. It was all just luck. Can you give me a price for it!"

"Tsk, tsk, this wasn't luck! There isn't a single superfluous wound on this saber-toothed tiger. Basically, every wound has its purpose. Amazing, amazing!" Dong Wu carefully examined the black saber-toothed tiger's corpse while praising it. After finishing, he said to Chen Lin, "The corpse of this saber-toothed tiger is still relatively intact, and all the wounds are small. I can give you six hundred and fifty taels of silver."

Chen Lin wasn't surprised by the price. He had worked as a butcher in the slaughterhouse for nearly a month, and he didn't just mindlessly slaughter livestock; he had a good grasp of basic market prices.

Although Dong Wu's offer wasn't the highest market price, it wasn't low either. Chen Lin was also the type to avoid trouble. He didn't want to run around for a few taels of silver, so he decisively agreed.

After all, both he and his predecessor had enjoyed the Chen Clan's support to some extent. He felt there was no need to haggle over such a small difference in price.

After taking the silver from Dong Wu, Chen Lin turned and hurried home.