My Cultivation Starting from Archery

Chapter 37 - 37 Hunting Tigers

North of Second Layer Mountain.

Chen Sansi's "Track Concealment" was fully activated, with no trace escaping his notice.

Rabbits, roe deer, goats...

If he wished, within ten minutes he could be carrying a goat down the mountain to his home.

But a wild goat of around one hundred pounds could only sell for two pieces of silver.

That might have been fine before, but now it was too little.

His target was a tiger, or at the very least a black bear or a leopard—some kind of fierce beast.

Following Zhao Qiao's suggestion, Chen Sansi headed toward the southwest.

Along the way, he occasionally encountered martial arts academy disciples adorned in brocade robes.

To avoid unnecessary trouble, Chen Sansi wore cloth armor this time up the mountain.

Seeing his armor and heavy bow, the disciples indeed dared not provoke him, and mostly went about their own business after a glance or two.

"Why are there so many people?"

Chen Sansi traveled five miles and encountered at least a dozen people.

Even for hunting, they shouldn't appear in such dense numbers.

Moreover, many of them didn't even carry bows and arrows; instead, they roamed back and forth with knives or swords, appearing as if they were

But a live one was different.

Predators like tigers, with their strong territorial instincts, wouldn't allow any infringements.

A creature carrying the scent of fresh blood running around and calling out on its territory was certainly not something the Big Worm would tolerate.

Chen Sansi climbed up a tree to a vantage point, then continually prevented the roe deer from leaving the vicinity with arrows, forcing it to stay near the cave, its wounds bleeding as it ran chaotically.

The process went on for a full five minutes, the huge commotion scaring away the birds in the woods, but the pitch-black cave remained eerily silent.

"Ineffective? It shouldn't be. Tigers are ferocious and murderous; they usually don't hold back."

Just as Chen Shanshi was considering other approaches, a gloomy wind swept through the mountains.

Wind follows the tiger, clouds follow the dragon.

Here it comes!

A robust shadow, as mighty as a mountain yet as nimble as a leopard, burst out of the silent cave. In the blink of an eye, it pinned the roe deer to the ground, its sharp fangs accurately clamping down on the carotid artery.

After a few feeble struggles, the roe deer became a lifeless body.

What a majestic king of the mountains!

Chen Sansi focused his gaze.

The tiger was more than ten feet in length, weighing no less than seven or eight hundred catties, its golden fur dazzling in the sunlight, and its saber-like claws dripping with blood. Its orange-yellow pupils emitted a fierce light, letting out a roar that shook the area for miles.

No wonder ordinary people would be petrified at the sight.

After hunting the roe deer, the Big Worm did not rush to feast, apparently not hungry, purely bothered by the noise.

It grabbed its prey, intending to drag it back inside the cave.

Right at that moment, Chen Sansi's two-stone bow was drawn taut as a full moon; a Wolf Teeth Arrow whistled through the air.

"Bang—"

The arrow collided with the tiger's skull, making a dull sound, and got firmly stuck, piercing through the bone but failing to reach the brainstem and deliver a fatal blow!

Such a tiger must be close to an Exotic Beast?!

"Roar—"

In pain, the Big Worm roared and with a swipe of its paw broke off the arrow shaft in its forehead, then, with a gust of Gale, charged towards the direction of its attacker.