Deep in Cold Mountain, mist drifted through the woods like a gauzy veil.
The damp air was thick with the rank smell of rotting leaves and the fresh scent of grass and trees. Breathing it in brought a faint, refreshing chill.
The occasional roar of some unknown strange beast echoed in the distance, adding to the secluded stillness and danger of the deep mountains.
With the Bone-Humming Swift-Travel Technique bolstering him, Chen Jing darted through the dense woods like a nimble cat. His steps were so light they were nearly silent; only when his feet pressed into the thick carpet of fallen leaves did they rustle softly.
Chen Jing now wore a close-fitting outfit, with a hunting knife at his waist. His eyes were sharp as an eagle's as he warily scanned his surroundings, searching for traces of strange beasts while guarding against any Beast God Sect cultists who might appear.
Chen Jing had been in Cold Mountain for two days.
With the solid foundation of a Second Blood Martial Artist and his practiced combat skills, he had already successfully hunted several ordinary strange beasts.
More importantly, during their last hunt, Zhuang Tao had explained the common characteristics and habits of the strange beasts in Cold Mountain. Now that knowledge was proving useful.
The strange beasts that had once been unfamiliar to him were gradually becoming predictable, saving him a great deal of pointless probing.
Take the Green-haired Rabbit, with its bright green fur and red-tipped ears, for example. Its tender meat could replenish qi and blood, while its fur could be woven into lightweight, warm clothing.
Then there was the Red-tailed Fox, with its bushy red tail and swift movements. Its soft pelt was a favored garment among Outer City martial artists.
As for the thick-skinned Green-skinned Horned Pig,