Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62: Chapter 62 Annual Tribute

Cang Mountain is vast, very vast.

In fact, the areas touched by the nearby village forts are only a small portion. The hunters from these village forts usually only venture slightly deeper when hunting, while martial artists without family property or other sources of income occasionally enter the mountain to hunt and earn some silver coins.

It’s just that they venture deeper.

Moreover, their targets are usually large fierce beasts like tigers and bears.

These two beasts are forest overlords, possessing incredible strength, agile movements, and tough hides, making them hard to deal with. Even martial artists specializing in skin refinement have little confidence when facing them one-on-one.

Although Gu Sheng is currently stronger than a Stone Skin Martial Artist in close combat, his skin membrane is not yet formed, so he does not wish to risk venturing too deep into Cang Mountain.

To be prudent, it’s best to wait until he truly becomes a Stone Skin Martial Artist, ensuring absolute confidence.

For him, hunting prey like wild boar is the best choice.

While a wild boar’s charge is forceful, it is somewhat clumsy and lacks the ability to strike and bite.

With the first-level penetrating archery, Gu Sheng can handle it alone, and a wild boar weighing two to three hundred pounds is something he can carry on his own.

The only difficulty is that wild boars are not easy to track.

This, however, poses no challenge to Gu Sheng.

He spread the word among hunters and herbalists, stating that anyone who could provide detailed traces of wild boar would receive a portion of the harvest once the boar is hunted.

His reputation as a master archer had already spread within the manor after the last incident, so there was little difference in hiding or not hiding his skills. He decided to maximize the use of his already exposed archery skills.

As soon as the word got out.

Hunters were all right; while tempting, it wasn’t particularly enticing, as many of them could cooperatively hunt wild boar and earn more. They simply agreed with Gu Sheng with smiles.

But the herbalists were excited; they often ventured into the mountains to gather herbs for money and had to detour if they encountered traces of wild beasts. Now, merely providing traces of wild boar could earn them ten or twenty pounds of meat, a delightful prospect.

Even if it required a bit more risk, they were willing to take it.

With great rewards come brave men.

Soon.

Gu Sheng received news that a herbalist had discovered traces of wild boar.

Early the next morning, Gu Sheng headed into the mountain, tracing the location provided by the herbalist. He was patient, knowing that once he found the wild boar, piercing its heart with his current archery was no difficult task.

...

The head of the Gu’s Manor stood.

The graying herbalist occasionally glanced into the distance, his left leg seeming somewhat impaired, and he appeared anxious.

"If Gu Sheng fails to hunt the wild boar and you’ve hurt your leg again, how are we going to live in the coming days? I told you not to be greedy, but you wouldn’t listen..."

A woman muttered beside him, making the herbalist increasingly irritable.

He had three children at home, and winter had nearly exhausted the family’s resources. As soon as Gu Sheng released the news, he became intrigued.

He was fortunate to spot traces of a wild boar yesterday, but in his careful investigation, he injured his leg.

Even though Gu Sheng was renowned as a sharpshooter, what if he couldn’t hunt the wild boar?

Regret filled his heart, blaming his own impatience. He should have waited for others to confirm first, but now he could only hope that Gu Sheng’s archery was truly formidable.

The couple worried deeply.

The woman added a few more words, and the herbalist couldn’t help but retort, leading to a quarrel. Their faces flushed as villagers passing by quickly intervened to separate them.

Just then.

A young figure slowly emerged in the distance, tall and straight, carrying a longbow, but what drew the most attention was the boar weighing two hundred pounds slung over his shoulder.

"Is that... Is that Gu Sheng?"

The quarreling herbalist couple stood frozen, their eyes soon filled with joy.

"Asheng, you... you hunted a wild boar?"

As Gu Sheng approached, the villagers felt a bit uneasy, while the middle-aged herbalist stammered, hands perpetually restless.

Seeing the massive boar carried by Gu Sheng up close was a powerful sight, especially the blood-stained arrowhead piercing through the boar’s abdomen, adding a chilling sense of intimidation.