Time flew by quickly, as if in the blink of an eye, it was already mid-June.
On a summer night, the golden moon hung high in the sky, illuminating the green mountains and the earth.
The wind blew in gusts, rustling leaves along with the moonlight. Cicadas chirped and frogs croaked in unison, and occasionally, a wolf howl could be heard from far away, echoing through the mountains.
On a riverbank, the stream had washed out a patch of white, smooth rocks. Beside the riverbank, a battle was taking place.
A wild boar was covered in long, deep wounds. It kicked its feet and charged at Fang Yuan again, blood spurting from its wounds, leaving a trail of red behind.
Fang Yuan maneuvered around it, without any panic.
This wild boar was severely wounded and nearing death, but it was precisely in this state that the beast was most dangerous. They would unleash the last glimmer of their life, becoming even more frenzied and troublesome, and with one careless move, one could stumble and get their guts torn by its tusks.
Fang Yuan remained calm, his dark eyes shining with a cold light under the moonlight.
He had the experience of five hundred years; while immersed in the battle, another part of his mind was detached from it, always alert to the surroundings.
Several times when hunting boars, other creatures had come to interfere. Once it was another boar, several times it was wild wolves, and even once, it was a wandering tiger.
As time passed, the boar's attacks finally slowed down.
Fang Yuan's eyes flashed with determination. He took several quick steps, suddenly closing in on the boar, then lowered his body and raised his shoulder, lifting the boar with a whoosh.
Hah!
Fang Yuan let out a low shout, his face flushed red. With a push of his hands, he lifted the boar high above his head.
The boar struggled weakly.
Fang Yuan's body swayed unsteadily, but he mustered all his strength and suddenly threw the boar.
With a dull thud, the boar crashed onto a large rock on the riverbank. It let out a miserable howl, accompanied by the crisp sound of broken ribs.
Chapter 71: Strength to Carry a Pig, Thoughts of Staying Low-Key. It fell from the big rock, blood gushing out from its ears, nose, and mouth.
It struggled a few more times, then finally stopped breathing.
Everything around returned to calm.
The river water flowed gently, carrying the crimson boar blood away into the distance.
“My strength can now lift a pig! Tonight, I'll try that boulder in the tunnel,” Fang Yuan said as he stood in place, panting heavily, with excitement hidden in his eyes.
These days, he had been constantly using the White Pig Gu to reflect his body and increase his strength. He could clearly feel that he was getting stronger.
Before, when facing wild boars, he could only fight using moonlight blades, but now he could even lift them. His strength had grown significantly.
Of course, the White Pig Gu could not increase Fang Yuan's strength indefinitely; the limit was the strength of one pig. Once this limit was reached, he could no longer use the White Pig Gu to increase his strength.
“I can now lift an entire wild boar, but that doesn't mean I can directly wrestle with it. Just like how a strong man can lift another strong man, but it doesn't mean there's no difference in strength between them. I can still grow stronger.”
After feeding all the boar meat to the White Pig Gu, Fang Yuan used his hunting knife to remove the boar tusks, and finally cut up the already tattered boar hide before heading to the stone crevice secret cave.
As for the boar carcass, he didn't need to deal with it. On summer nights, beasts roamed frequently. Sooner or later, some beast would smell the blood and come to clean up the scene for Fang Yuan.
Even if someone found it, it didn't matter. Fang Yuan had "processed" the wounds on the boar with his knife, so there were no traces of moonlight blade attacks.
Returning to the secret cave bathed in red light, Fang Yuan casually tossed the two boar tusks into a corner.
The boar tusks clashed against each other, making a crisp "dong" sound.
In that corner, there was already a small pile of boar tusks. All were the results of Fang Yuan's recent hunts.
Fang Yuan went straight into the tunnel and arrived at the bottom of the tunnel again.
Walking in the tunnel, his footsteps echoed dully. The view was a dim red light everywhere.
Nothing had changed; the boulder was still there, quietly lying ahead. As for the pit where he had dug out the Earth Burial Flower, Fang Yuan had already filled it back up.
Hah.
Fang Yuan approached the boulder, raised his hands, and pushed hard.
But his face swelled, and even though he used all his strength, the boulder didn't budge.