Encountering Black Wind Stockade Martial Artists! Su Mo's Caution!

For the next few days, Su Mo quietly settled himself in the courtyard, though he would occasionally enter Qingliang Mountain to hunt.

One day, Su Mo picked up his ancestral Hunting Knife, slung the Beast Hide Great Bow over his back, and attached a quiver filled with birch arrows to his waist. He once again entered Qingliang Mountain to hunt.

He wanted to see if he could hunt some other Fierce Beasts to obtain their innate characteristics.

However, Su Mo wandered the mountain for half the day without finding a single Fierce Beast. Even larger Beasts had already hidden away early due to hibernation.

Helpless, Su Mo could only enter Green Wolf Ridge. After killing a Green Wolf, he prepared to return to Shuanglin Village.

As a Hunter, one cannot return from the mountain empty-handed.

"Damn it, these people from Black Wind Stockade are absolute scum! They actually set up checkpoints in Qingliang Mountain to rob us of the prey we worked so hard to get. They snatched a roe deer I finally managed to catch. Without that roe deer, how are we supposed to get through this winter!"

"You're lucky yours was just stolen and you weren't beaten. Mine was stolen, and then I was beaten to a pulp! Now I can't even hunt in the mountains for a while. Are we really going to starve to death this winter!"

"The people from Black Wind Stockade deserve to die, a thousand times over!"

"Hey, isn't that Su Mo? Did you get a Green Wolf? Hurry up and don't go that way. There are people from Black Wind Stockade over there, and they're robbing hunters."

Just as Su Mo was carrying the Green Wolf Meat and preparing to leave Qingliang Mountain, he suddenly encountered several Hunters. Many of these Hunters were from neighboring villages. One of them was bruised and swollen, limping on a leg, clearly having been beaten badly.

These Hunters had obviously run into people from Black Wind Stockade. Not only were their prey stolen, but one of them had also been severely beaten and was injured all over, unable to hunt for many days to come.

Su Mo's past self had faced the same fate. Faced with the oppression and robbery of Black Wind Stockade, he eventually starved to death in his dilapidated thatched hut.

At this moment, a Hunter spotted Su Mo and, more importantly, the Green Wolf on his person. He hurried forward. Since they were all Hunters, and from neighboring villages, they often met in the mountains, so they naturally recognized each other.

They urgently warned Su Mo that the road ahead was dangerous and that he was likely to encounter people from Black Wind Stockade if he went that way.

Su Mo thanked them and turned to head down another path, clearly intending to avoid the people from Black Wind Stockade.

Seeing this, the Hunters breathed a sigh of relief, fearing Su Mo might act impulsively. They then dejectedly prepared to return to their village.

Clearly, it was another day of returning empty-handed.

Bang! Bang!!!

After they had walked a few dozen meters, several thuds suddenly echoed from ahead. Snowflakes flew, splashing and scattering, almost blinding them. But as the snow gradually settled.

They looked closely and saw several prey carcasses suddenly appear before them. These were precisely the prey that had been stolen by Black Wind Stockade earlier. But now, they had been recovered. They were overjoyed, feeling as if it were a dream.

"Thank you, thank you! Thank you, noble expert, for your help!"

"Thank heavens! Our prey is back. Otherwise, how would we get through this winter!"

These Hunters knew that the people from Black Wind Stockade would never easily return what they had stolen. The recovery of these prey must have been the work of a righteous and chivalrous expert who couldn't stand injustice. Therefore, they were extremely excited and repeatedly bowed respectfully to their surroundings, expressing their gratitude.

With these prey, they would at least not starve to death this winter!

From the dense woods not far away, Su Mo quietly watched all this. Naturally, there was no "noble expert" or "chivalrous hero" who had intervened; he was the one who had dealt with the Black Wind Stockade thugs.

At this moment, the Black Wind Stockade thugs who had robbed the prey lay dead in the snow, their bodies tragically twisted. The accumulated snow on the ground was stained red with blood...

Su Mo wasn't a saint, but these people from Black Wind Stockade deserved to die!

Their crimes were too numerous to count. Often, Hunters venturing into the mountains didn't die by the jaws of Beasts or Fierce Beasts, but were driven to death by Black Wind Stockade, or even directly beaten to death. Not to mention their various wicked acts when descending the mountain to collect "taxes."

Su Mo, carrying the Green Wolf, prepared to descend the mountain and return to Shuanglin Village.

But at this moment, a sharp whistling sound suddenly struck. Su Mo tilted his head, and an iron dart flew past his forehead, embedding itself in the bushes behind him. The tangled bushes were instantly cut through and penetrated by more than half by the iron dart, scattering leaves and vines.

A Martial Artist?

Su Mo looked up and saw a robust man dressed in black, with a black cloth wrapped around his head, slowly walking towards him. The man held a large hammer in his hand, and a powerful aura emanated from him.

This was a Martial Artist, one whose strength had reached the middle stage of the Body Tempering Realm.

Judging by the black-clothed man's attire, he was clearly a thug from Black Wind Stockade. But he wasn't an ordinary thug or henchman; he was a leader, a Major Leader at that.

Otherwise, he wouldn't possess such strength.

"Did you kill our people from Black Wind Stockade?"

This robust man in black discovered the tragically dead thugs lying in the snow as he emerged from Black Wind Stockade. He followed the trail and found Su Mo. Seeing the Green Wolf in Su Mo's hand, he immediately suspected that this Hunter might have killed their Black Wind Stockade men.

Whether it was true or not, the result didn't matter. Even if he killed the wrong person, it wouldn't make a difference.

However, the young Hunter before him could dodge his iron dart and remain so calm and composed after doing so, which led the black-clothed man to almost certainly conclude that this was the murderer of their Black Wind Stockade thugs.

Su Mo didn't answer. Instead, he nocked an arrow onto his bow. A Martial Artist at the middle stage of the Body Tempering Realm seemed very strong, and he was wielding a large hammer, so his destructive power must be terrifying.

The birch arrow shot out!

The moment the arrow was fired, Su Mo continued to draw his bow, preparing to shoot another arrow. His previous fight with Shi Mingdong had served as a reminder: never underestimate any Martial Artist.

But in the next moment, something unexpected happened to Su Mo