A few days later, in Cloudy Dream Mountain Forest, the afternoon sun passed through the gaps in the forest, casting down mottled shadows.
In the quiet and peaceful scenery, there was a sudden roar.
A huge multicolored tiger appeared. Its claws were as sharp as knives, and it opened its bloody mouth to roar as it pounced toward the human in front of it.
"It's over..." Wang Dong's face turned pale, and it was already too late to dodge. "Am I going to die here?"
Suddenly, a figure swept out from the side and ruthlessly crashed into the fierce tiger.
"Alright!" Jiang Ming shouted in his heart as if he was using all his strength to burst out the dense blood Qi.
His back seemed to have grown a little thicker in an instant, and he slammed into the big multicolored tiger's back.
Bang!
With a dull sound, Jiang Ming bounced away like a ball and fell into the bushes in the distance.
The fierce tiger was still in the air and had no place to dodge. It was also hit by Jiang Ming and almost fell to the ground.
Wang Dong quickly took the opportunity to roll to the side, while Fang Lie, Huang Xiaoying, and the others had long seized the opportunity and surrounded him with their swords. They did not care where they were aiming at. An injured tiger was still a tiger, and no one wanted to be clawed.
After the tiger bled for a while, the few of them would find an opportunity to rush up and kill it.
After nearly an incense's worth of time, the fierce tiger finally fell to the ground, gasping for breath.
All of them were injured. Jiang Ming was also covered in blood from the bushes. Jiang Ming had learned to control his accelerated healing.
In this way, Jiang Ming did not have to be so careful all the time, afraid that he would be discovered when he recovered from his injury.
However, it was only limited to this. If he suffered a fatal injury, the misty immortal origin light would still repair his body in an instant.
"That's why I have to keep a low profile," Jiang Ming thought.
In the distance, Guan Feng, Peng Lu, and a few other old men strode over. They glanced at the tiger's miserable death and laughed.
"Master Guan, we did well, didn't we?" Wang Dong's head was covered in blood, but he was still proud of himself.
"Well? It's amazing. Even if it fell from a high cliff, it wouldn't fall so badly," Guan Feng said faintly. The other old people laughed even louder.
Wang Dong was dumbfounded.
Peng Lu used the tip of his knife to pull at the tiger's corpse and commented, "Such a good tiger, but its skin has been cut into pieces, and its blood has almost been drained dry. I don't think the organs are intact. This tiger that was originally worth five hundred taels of silver is now less than a hundred taels of silver."
Wang Dong, Fang Lie, and the other newcomers' faces fell as they listened.
Jiang Ming also looked ashamed. He was not a good hunter. Even if he did not hide his strength, he could, at most, smash the tiger's head with one punch.
"It seems like there's still a lot to learn!" Jiang Ming muttered to himself and added another item to the learning list.
Jiang Ming had always thought that immortality was boring. What was interesting was that one could see endless mountains and rivers, taste endless food and snacks, master countless interesting skills, and do countless things that one wanted to do.
The way of medicine and hunting were the same. There was no need to consider gains and losses. If one wanted to learn, one could learn. In any case, there was still a long way to go in this life.
When he was in the mood, he could tame eagles and hunt tigers, be free in the mountains, or even create medicine to help the world.
"This is also a privilege of an immortal, right?" Jiang Ming chuckled in his heart. He could not help but sigh when he thought of his previous life, which seemed to be very far away.
Life was so busy that they even forgot what the starry sky at night looked like. When had they ever been so free and unfettered, not bound by any restraints?
"Alright, it's already not bad for this batch of newcomers to be able to kill a fierce tiger together!"
When Guan Feng saw that Peng Lu's strikes were almost done, he stood out and started to give them advice on how to improve.
Guan Feng continued, "Three months have passed. This tiger hunt is the final test. Since you've persevered until now, you're considered true members of Tiger Hunting Village! Welcome to Tiger Hunting Village."
He said a few more words of formality and then ordered, "Alright, the rest of you should rest first. Jiang Ming, follow me!"
The two of them walked to the edge of a broken cliff. The clouds at the bottom of the cliff were rolling and spreading, and they could not see the ground.
"You've really decided?" Guan Feng's figure was as straight as a pine tree as he said indifferently.
Jiang Ming nodded. "The branch in Peace Town needs manpower. Since I'm a part of the village, I naturally have to help."
A few days ago, Guan Feng had announced the establishment of the branch in Peace Town and that he would be transferring manpower from the village.
However, most people thought that it was a remote place. Few people responded, but they did not expect Jiang Ming to be the first to sign up.
Guan Feng stared at Jiang Ming and snorted coldly. "No matter how I look at it, you look like you want to go back to town and enjoy your life. You have just sensed the blood Qi, and you are already so indulgent. Don't let me misjudge you."
Jiang Ming looked at Guan Feng and said sincerely, "Master Guan, you've misunderstood me. I just feel that it's hard to make any progress in martial arts these days. Maybe I need to change my environment and mentality in order to make further progress."
Guan Feng stared at Jiang Ming for a long time, then shook his head helplessly, "You little brat, sometimes I really can't see through you."
Jiang Ming's eyes did not change, but he thought to himself, "I'm telling the truth. It's not that I can't make any progress in my blood Qi, but that I'm going to break through the second-class realm."
"Forget it. Since you have already decided, I do not like to force others. Moreover, the branch has just been established, and we do need someone to take charge. You have already sensed the blood Qi, so you can be of some use!" Guan Feng waved his hand and continued, "After a few days, we'll sell the game, and you can go for a stroll after you get your share of the money."
"Thank you, Master Guan!" Jiang Ming cupped his hands and asked in confusion, "Why are all the major forces building branches in Peace Town?"
"This isn't a secret. In the future, Peace Town will probably be called Peace County," Guan Feng said with a smile.
Jiang Ming almost choked, then he asked, "Why?"
Guan Feng's eyes suddenly turned strange, "This is an order from the capital. I heard that the old emperor was looking for alchemists all over the world to refine immortal pills. He was digging mines and looking for treasures. An alchemist found an ancient book from some unknown corner. He said that there was an ancient legend that there were rare treasures in Cloudy Dream Mountain Forest. The appearance of the fire cloud grass was a sign that an immortal grass would appear in the world every ten years or so. Hence, the emperor ordered Great Cloud City to build new counties. He ordered them to build the emperor's temporary imperial residence. When the opportunity came, he would come to Great Cloud City by boat."
Jiang Ming suddenly looked puzzled. "Why do I feel like I've read this legend before?"
Guan Feng revealed a strange expression, "I won't hide it from you; I've also heard about this before."
"A Doctor's Immortal Encounter!" Jiang Ming exclaimed and suddenly remembered, "That book is about a young doctor who has accumulated a lot of medical knowledge. A good man found fire cloud grass in the Cloudy Dream Mountain Forest. He slowly worked his way up to become a doctor. In the end, he became an imperial physician and rose to the heavens in one step. In the end, he returned home with white hair and a brocade robe. He obtained the immortal grass and became an immortal on the spot!"
"Wasn't this f*cking story written by a shoddy storyteller from Great Cloud City?"
Jiang Ming was puzzled. When he first came to this world, he had read it several times in order to understand the local customs.
"Could the storyteller be an immortal?" he asked uncertainly.
"Immortal? Immortal, my ass, where in the world do immortals come from!" Guan Feng sneered, "To be honest, I've even listened to his stories. Calling him trash is an honor. More than ten years ago, he had been wandering on the streets and almost starved to death."
Jiang Ming suddenly felt a little ridiculous.
The old farmers whose fields had been taken away, the homeless women and children, and those who had died under this wave, like Master Zhou, without causing any waves were all victims.
All of this actually originated from a rotten book that a lousy storyteller fantasized about?
Even if Jiang Ming did not dare believe it, he had to believe that it was the truth. He could only sigh, "The world is preposterous."