Dark Iron Arrowhead

"Strange, where is my hunting bow?"

Hearing his father's puzzled words, Lu Chuan felt his heart skip a beat.

Oh no! Dad's bow... he had already recorded it long ago!

With an awkward expression, he vaguely explained:

"Oh... Dad, that bow... last time I went into the mountains, I accidentally broke it. Seeing that it really couldn't be fixed, I left it in the mountains and didn't bring it back."

Hearing this, Lu Danian instantly wore a pained expression:

"You little prodigal son! Do you know how precious a good bow is?"

"That Zhe Wood Bow is one I managed to find with great difficulty in my early years, and the Ox Sinew String has been repeatedly tanned as well! It cost several coins of silver!"

Knowing he was in the wrong, Lu Chuan could only awkwardly muddle through it.

Lu Danian sighed and shook his head: "Forget it, a bow... will still do."

They had discussed the method to deal with that Great Serpent for a long time, and finally decided that one person would frontally attract its attention while the other held a bow to shoot.

The two went out the door and headed straight for the village entrance.

Lu Chuan originally thought they would go straight up the mountain, but he saw his father heading toward the blacksmith's shop in the village.

"Old Wang! Is Old Wang in?" Lu Danian stood outside the door and shouted.

"Coming!" a voice answered from inside, and immediately a middle-aged man with a dark red face walked out.

"Brother Lu? The things you ordered were ready long ago! Just waiting for you!"

Lu Danian nodded: "Bring them out for me to see."

Wang the Blacksmith turned and went into the house, quickly coming out with a small burlap package. He opened it, and three arrowheads were impressively lying inside.

Yet these arrowheads were completely different from ordinary iron arrows, their entire bodies exhibiting a dim, deep black hue.

"Here, according to your request, that little bit of material was mixed in, and they were repeatedly forged and quenched."

Wang the Blacksmith handed the arrowheads over. "Let's make this clear first, four silver coins, no bargaining!"

"So expensive?!" Lu Chuan couldn't help uttering in a low voice.

A pack of a dozen ordinary iron arrowheads only cost around a hundred copper coins, yet these three arrowheads actually cost four silver coins?

Lu Danian didn't haggle, however. After inspecting the arrowheads, he nodded with satisfaction, counted out some bits of silver from his bosom, and handed them to Wang the Blacksmith:

"Thanks, Old Wang."

Far enough from the blacksmith's shop, Lu Chuan finally couldn't help his curiosity: "Dad, what material are these... arrowheads made of? They don't look like ordinary iron."

Lu Danian put the arrowheads away, his expression mysterious:

"Hehe, how could ordinary iron arrowheads deal with that kind of Companion Beast that might have achieved fortune? These three treasures... actually have a bit of Dark Iron mixed inside!"

"Dark Iron?!" Lu Chuan's heart shook.

In the original body's memories, this term was closely tied to divine weapons and sharp blades!

It was said that only Martial Artists had the qualifications and channels to come into contact with such rare metals.

Once mixed into weapons, the sharpness and toughness would greatly increase, no wonder just this tiny bit was worth four silver coins!

"That's right, Old Wang picked up a small fragment mixed with Dark Iron in the past."

Lu Danian's gaze was sharp. "This time to deal with that Great Serpent guarding the medicine, we can't do it without bleeding heavily!"

"That's true, it's still Dad who thinks things through."

With these Dark Iron Arrowheads, Lu Chuan's confidence in the upcoming hunt surged greatly!

Mounting these three precious Dark Iron Arrowheads onto arrow shafts and tail feathers, the father and son quickened their pace and headed toward the snow mountains outside the village.

The two walked heavily step by step through the mountain wilderness.

At first, Lu Danian's strides were quite large, but in less than an hour, his pace gradually slowed as well.

After all, he had just recovered from a serious illness and his vital energy was not yet restored.

Seeing this, Lu Chuan took the initiative to slow down his speed.

Lu Danian breathed out a sigh: "Sigh, this body... after all doesn't compare to before, I'm afraid we won't reach that cliff today."

"It's fine, Dad." Lu Chuan was prepared.

"Didn't we bring dry rations and animal skins? We'll just find a wind-sheltered spot to make do for the night, and travel again tomorrow."

Lu Danian nodded.

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The mountain forest was silent, and the sun gradually slanted to the west.

Having traveled all day in the freezing snow and ice, the two were already extremely cold and hungry.

"Whew... let's stay right here tonight." Lu Danian panted as they passed a natural mountain cave.

Lu Chuan nodded, intending to go into the cave to take a look.

"Wait!" Lu Danian grabbed him by the arm instead, his gaze vigilant.

"Be careful, Chuanzi, caves like this are just what Black Bears like for hibernating."

A chill went through Lu Chuan's heart, and he quickly unhooked his hunting bow.

Fortunately, it was a false alarm; the cave was not deep and was completely empty inside.

Only then did the father and son enter with peace of mind.

One busied himself clearing the ground and spreading out the animal skins they brought, while the other went to collect withered branches and dry firewood nearby.

Just as Lu Chuan wanted to rest for a moment, he heard his father's pleasantly surprised call from not far outside the cave:

"Chuanzi! Come over quickly, there's a good thing here!"

Lu Chuan hurriedly got up and ran out, only to see Lu Danian pointing at some withered vines winding around a tree:

"Take a look, know what this thing is?"

Those vines were as thick as a thumb, with grayish-brown bark.

Lu Chuan carefully identified them and shook his head: "I don't know."

"Hehe," Lu Danian grinned widely,

"It's yam! And top-quality Bell Yam at that, we won't have to dry-gnaw hard flatbreads tonight!"

This truly was an unexpected pleasant surprise!

The taste of yam was simply superb, and Lu Chuan grew happy as well.

The two traced downward along the yam vines, wanting to find the tuber head where they took root.

The tuber head was the connection point between the rhizome and the vines.

However, after the vines crawled along the ground for a stretch, they seemed to have broken off a section due to winter wither, and the clue was interrupted right there.

After searching for a long time, Lu Danian failed to find the exact location.

"Sigh..." He patted his hands with some regret. "What a pity, coming too late. Once this vine breaks, it's hard to find that lump underground."

Not necessarily... Lu Chuan thought of his Eagle Eye, and suddenly said:

"I'll look for it."

"Don't waste that effort," Lu Danian waved his hand. "This thing is hidden deep, how could..."

The second half of his sentence stuck in his throat.

He saw Lu Chuan walk to the edge of a patch of withered grass, and after parting the grass with his hands, a brown rhizome with a broken end was actually revealed.

It was precisely the tuber head of the yam vine!

"My goodness..." Lu Danian wore a face of disbelief. "You... how did you find it?!"

Unable to explain the existence of Eagle Eye, Lu Chuan could only vaguely say:

"I have better luck, I owe it to this place not being covered by snow."

Half-believing, Lu Danian didn't ask further: "Who cares! Finding it is skill! Come on, start digging!"

The two carefully dug downward along the tuber head.

Before long, a thick and plump brown yam was revealed, likely weighing over a dozen jin!

"Goodness! So plump!" Lu Danian's mouth split wide open with joy.

With plentiful harvest, the two returned to the cave.

Lighting a bonfire, they buried a large section of the yam directly into the glowing hot ashes.

In about half an hour, peeling off the scorched black skin, a wave of sweet, clear heat rushed toward their faces.

Inside was roasted, golden-brown, soft, and glutinous yam flesh, steaming hot.

The two enjoyed a wonderful, satisfying meal, and wrapped themselves in animal skins to rest for the night in the cave.

Early the next morning, they packed up and once again set foot on their journey.

The father and son traversed through increasingly rugged and steep mountain ridges.

Finally, when walking to a cliffside, Lu Danian pointed ahead: "We've arrived."