Chapter 8

In the entire Jing family now, there is probably no one else willing to give Jing Yan a high-quality weapon.

"Thank you, Uncle Chenxing." After receiving the Flowing Light Sword, Jing Yan’s expression turned solemn as he bowed to Jing Chenxing.

"Brat, you’re still being so formal with me?" Jing Chenxing patted Jing Yan’s shoulder and laughed.

"Uncle Chenxing, I’ll be going then." Jing Yan bid farewell to Jing Chenxing.

"Go ahead, remember to be extremely careful. Also, there’s no insurmountable difficulty. Look at me, even though I’m disabled, I’m still living well, right? In life, you can’t live in others’ eyes. Most importantly, you can’t let others’ words or gazes affect you." Jing Chenxing said earnestly.

He was genuinely worried about Jing Yan, fearing that he couldn’t withstand the cold ridicule. He also felt that Jing Yan’s sudden decision to enter the Blackstone Mountain Range to hunt spirit beasts was due to the cold words. He knew Jing Yan’s current strength, and with such strength, entering the Blackstone Mountain Range to hunt spirit beasts, even the lowest-level first-grade spirit beasts, would be very difficult. However, he didn’t forcibly stop Jing Yan from entering the Blackstone Mountain Range; Jing Yan needed to understand some truths on his own.

Some truths, no matter how much others explain, Jing Yan wouldn’t truly understand. Often, one needs to realize them on their own.

After leaving the Brilliant Weapon Shop, Jing Yan prepared plenty of dry rations and set out from Donglin City without delay, heading towards the Blackstone Mountain Range.

By evening, Jing Yan officially entered the Blackstone Mountain Range.

The mountain range was vast, so even though there were many martial artists hunting spirit beasts in the Blackstone Mountain Range, it wasn’t easy to encounter other martial artists.

Jing Yan wandered around the outskirts of the mountain range for over half an hour without seeing any other martial artists.

Of course, the number of spirit beasts in the outskirts was also relatively sparse. In over half an hour, he didn’t even see one spirit beast.

"Don’t rush!"

"The dry rations I brought are enough for a month. I’ll take it slow." Jing Yan sat cross-legged on a tree trunk, resting while replenishing some dry rations and cold water.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, Jing Yan’s eyes lit up slightly. He quickly wiped his mouth and stood up, looking in a certain direction.

"Is it a Fangtooth Wolf?"

Jing Yan narrowed his eyes, sniffed the air, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Finally, it’s here." Jing Yan leaped down from the tree, held his breath, and quickly moved towards that direction.

After cultivating the first divine technique of the Azure Sky, Jing Yan’s five senses had improved immensely. Even though he was still far from the Fangtooth Wolf, he could determine from the smell that there was a Fangtooth Wolf in that area.

The Fangtooth Wolf was not making any noise at the moment. If it were another martial artist, even a Sixth or Seventh Heaven martial artist, they might not have been able to detect the Fangtooth Wolf like Jing Yan did.

"Indeed, it’s a Fangtooth Wolf." Soon, Jing Yan saw the Fangtooth Wolf.

A Fangtooth Wolf is a first-grade spirit beast, not very strong, but it’s not easy for a Fourth Heaven martial artist to hunt one. Fourth Heaven martial artists usually form teams of several people to cooperatively hunt first-grade spirit beasts like the Fangtooth Wolf.

After seeing the Fangtooth Wolf, Jing Yan didn’t immediately launch an attack. The Fangtooth Wolf’s sense of smell is also very keen, and if he rushed in rashly, the Fangtooth Wolf might escape. The Fangtooth Wolf’s speed is also extremely fast, and for Jing Yan’s current realm, chasing a fleeing Fangtooth Wolf would not be easy.

Jing Yan was waiting for an opportunity.

"Right now!"

After about a dozen breaths, Jing Yan suddenly sprang up, his Primordial Energy circulating, and he held the Flowing Light Sword, dashing towards the Fangtooth Wolf like lightning. The Fangtooth Wolf wasn’t very large in appearance, but its huge fangs made it look very fierce.

The opportunity Jing Yan was waiting for was the moment the Fangtooth Wolf lowered its head.

As soon as Jing Yan moved, the Fangtooth Wolf reacted instantly, raising its head quickly. However, the time it took to raise its head from lowering it was enough for Jing Yan to get close to it.

The Fangtooth Wolf raised its head, and its pair of emerald green eyes saw the human, Jing Yan, rushing over.

"Roar!" Upon discovering Jing Yan, the Fangtooth Wolf didn’t choose to flee but instead stomped its hooves on the ground, opened its massive mouth, and pounced at Jing Yan.

In Jing Yan’s eyes, although the Fangtooth Wolf’s speed was very fast, he found that he could clearly see every movement of the Fangtooth Wolf, even predicting its movements before they were made.

"Autumn Wind Falling Leaves Sword!" At this moment, Jing Yan didn’t think about how he could see the Fangtooth Wolf’s movements so clearly; he instinctively used his sword technique.

The moment his sword technique was activated, Jing Yan’s Flowing Light Sword subconsciously stabbed towards a spot on the Fangtooth Wolf’s chest.

"Thud!" The Flowing Light Sword accurately pierced the Fangtooth Wolf’s chest.

"Ow!" The Fangtooth Wolf’s entire body convulsed violently, emitting a tragic howl. Blood spurted from its chest like a fountain.

Jing Yan retracted his arm, and the Flowing Light Sword returned to his hand, while the Fangtooth Wolf fell to the ground with a thud, raising a layer of dust.

"Breath, breath, breath!" The Fangtooth Wolf’s nostrils only exhaled, not inhaling.

Jing Yan waited for a moment, and the Fangtooth Wolf was completely dead. Jing Yan could feel that the Fangtooth Wolf’s life force had completely dissipated.

"What’s going on?" Jing Yan recalled the entire process of hunting the Fangtooth Wolf, still finding it hard to believe.

Why?

Because it was too easy.

To be honest, Jing Yan had never thought that hunting a Fangtooth Wolf would be so easy. After discovering the Fangtooth Wolf, he had prepared to fight it. Although his Autumn Wind Falling Leaves Sword technique had greatly improved, and he had a high-quality weapon like the Flowing Light Sword, the Fangtooth Wolf was still a spirit beast. Killing a Fangtooth Wolf wouldn’t be easy.

For a typical Fourth Heaven martial artist, even a team of five people, killing a Fangtooth Wolf wasn’t an easy task; it would take at least the time of half a cup of tea. But Jing Yan, with just one easy strike, without any hesitation, killed the first-grade spirit beast, the Fangtooth Wolf.

"Could it be that I got lucky and hit the Fangtooth Wolf’s vital point?" Jing Yan looked at the still bleeding wound on the Fangtooth Wolf, shaking his head slightly.

Leaving a wound on the Fangtooth Wolf wasn’t difficult, but killing it was extremely hard. Spirit beasts have very strong vitality, and even a first-grade spirit beast can’t be killed by just a simple wound.