Hunting a Fierce Tiger

As Zhang Shan spoke, the room fell silent.

They might have been full of fighting spirit, even acting as if hunting a tiger was as easy as picking something out of their pocket, but in reality, they still had foresight. Without Chen Xuan, who could hunt a Wild Boar alone, relying on themselves to hunt a tiger would be too difficult.

At least, no one present felt confident.

At this moment, they didn't know what to say.

After a moment of silence, the young man who had spoken first couldn't help but speak again.

"Uncle Zhang Shan, that's fifty taels of silver. It's enough for several of our families to get through a few cold winters. Are we really going to give up?"

The young man's words carried a hint of unwillingness.

Fifty taels, that was fifty taels.

Even if he only got two or three taels from it, it would be enough for him to find a good wife and set up some household property.

The young man couldn't accept giving up just like that.

"That's right, the Foxtail Millet harvest failed this year. We'll definitely starve to death in the winter. I still have a whole family to feed."

"Brother Shan!"

"Brother Shan, why don't a few of us go together? Even if we can't hunt a Tiger and Leopard, if we can hunt a Wild Boar back, everyone's life will be better."

As the young man spoke, the others in the room also spoke up.

The young man didn't want to give up, and neither did they.

This was fifty taels.

The temptation was too great, so great that it made them disregard everything, even the huge risks involved.

Listening to these voices, Zhang Shan couldn't help but frown.

Seeing him frown, the voices around him also stopped.

After a moment.

"Hoo!"

Zhang Shan exhaled a breath of stale air, looking at the hopeful gazes.

He had made up his mind.

"Alright, go and contact a few more people later. We'll go into the mountain in three days!"

As he spoke, he no longer hesitated.

Reason told him that without Chen Xuan joining, the risk of them hunting a Tiger and Leopard was too great and they shouldn't try.

But just as the young man thought, he also found it somewhat unacceptable to give up.

One must know that the Foxtail Millet harvest failed this year, and the winter would not be easy to get through. They had to take this risk, and coupled with the fifty taels, a full fifty taels, this amount of money was enough to make him disregard everything.

Even if the risk was extremely great, he had to take it.

Of course, the most important thing was that Zhang Shan still had some confidence. With his experience in the Jungle, even if the hunt failed, he should be able to guarantee his own life.

With that, there was nothing left to hesitate about.

Hearing Zhang Shan's decision, everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

They were still afraid that Zhang Shan wouldn't agree.

Chen Xuan was skilled at hunting, which they could only tell from the prey he brought back. But Zhang Shan, the number one hunter in Small River Village, was someone they had witnessed firsthand. Although it was risky, with Zhang Shan, it was an adventure. Without Zhang Shan, it was seeking death.

Now that Zhang Shan agreed, they naturally felt relieved, and many even had a hint of excitement in their eyes.

They knew that without Chen Xuan, the risk would be greater, but they would also get a larger share. Thirty taels had become fifty taels.

Even if Zhang Shan took the lion's share, the money they could get would be almost double what they would get with Chen Xuan present.

Thinking of this, some people even felt a little fortunate that Chen Xuan wasn't participating.

Of course, while they felt fortunate, no one said it out loud. After making the decision, everyone immediately began preparations.

Hunting tigers and leopards in the mountains was extremely dangerous, so strict preparations were necessary.

These preparations took three days.

Three days later.

At the foot of the mountain, Zhang Shan and seven others gathered. Beside them were six more people, whom they had recruited over the past three days.

The number of hunters had reached fourteen.

Exchanging glances, the fourteen people, with a mix of nervousness and anticipation, headed up the mountain under the gaze of many onlookers.

Watching their retreating figures.

Many villagers watching had worries, tension, anticipation, and envy.

Around them, there were constant sounds of conversation.

Some were discussing how they would spend the silver their men brought back.

How they would spend it.

Some villagers were even showing off their family members to those around them.

It was as if the tigers and leopards had already been hunted.

Only Chen Xuan, standing at the back of the crowd, slightly furrowed his brows.

Facing these people going up the mountain, he instinctively wanted to dissuade them. After all, the mountain was very dangerous, and these people didn't have his Conceptual Ability. If they went up, they might not be able to come back. But after thinking about it, the words reached his lips and he gave up.

He wasn't going, and he wanted to stop others from going? That was clearly impossible.

Blocking someone's path to wealth was like killing their parents. As a transmigrator, Chen Xuan naturally understood this.

If he tried to stop them, Zhang Shan and the others probably wouldn't be grateful to him; instead, they might resent him.

"Hope nothing happens!"

He murmured softly, shook his head, and then ignored it.

He had no plans to go up the mountain during this time.

After several hunts on the mountain, hunting wild boars wasn't as easy anymore. On the other hand, he wanted to quickly master his archery skills.

For some unknown reason, he felt a sense of urgency.

This urgency might have stemmed from the strange encounter in the river a few months ago, or perhaps from the giant python in the back mountain that made his scalp tingle, and the terrifying monster that fought the giant python.

He didn't know what these things meant, but he knew that staying here could potentially be very dangerous.

His thoughts drifted as he watched Zhang Shan and the others completely disappear from sight.

Chen Xuan turned around and returned home.

As the morning sun shone down, Chen Xuan continued practicing archery in the small courtyard with Chen Er Zhuang.

Over the past few days, Chen Xuan could clearly feel his archery skills constantly improving.

It was evident that achieving mastery in archery within three months didn't necessarily mean exactly three months; it was highly likely that he could complete the full leap in his archery skills in just over two months.

This undoubtedly made him look forward to it even more.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

Arrows pierced the air one after another.

Chen Xuan was practicing, while Chen Er Zhuang was diligently assisting him with his training.

They practiced for several hours until Chen Er Zhuang's arms were sore and he couldn't bear it anymore. Only then did Chen Xuan stop and signal for Chen Er Zhuang to go back.

After Chen Er Zhuang left, he continued his own practice.

The sky gradually darkened.

After finishing his practice, Chen Xuan went into his room and fell into a deep sleep.

However, the village couldn't remain calm at this moment.

It had been a day.

A full day had passed, and night had already fallen, but none of the fourteen members of the hunting team had returned from the mountain yet.

This caused anxiety to spread among the families.