Chapter 19

Gravel flew as the black bear transformed into a ferocious ancient beast, unstoppable and terrifying.

With a loud "bang," the black bear smashed through the wooden door of the black poplar, even tearing down part of the courtyard wall. Dust flew, and the sound echoed far and wide.

Buli held Cai Xiaoxian's hand, completely unperturbed, and walked into the Bai family courtyard, chatting and laughing with her.

"Who dares to cause trouble in our Bai family?" A thin, emaciated man in simple animal skins stood in front of Buli, his face full of fear but trying to hold his ground, shouting shrilly as if to encourage himself.

"I'm here to see Bai Liang," Buli said amiably, as if he had just finished breakfast and was leisurely visiting a neighbor to chat with a friend, without the slightest hint of anger.

"My young master is not here!" The man's voice was shrill and piercing, and the black bear bared its teeth and snarled at him, looking ready to pounce and tear him to pieces at any moment. In the face of a strong opponent, Dahu would be timid, but bullying the weak was something Dahu enjoyed doing, never tiring of it. Unfortunately, every time Buli faced powerful beasts, Dahu had few opportunities to bully the weak.

"Not here, huh." Buli released Cai Xiaoxian's hand and said with a smile.

Whether Bai Liang was there or not made no difference. On the way, Buli had already made up his mind that this time he would make the Bai family suffer. How dare they have the nerve to touch Cai Xiaoxian?! For those who reached out, he would cut off their hands; for those who kicked, he would cut off their feet. Buli would not hesitate or show any mercy.

He reached behind his back and drew the ox horn longbow, his movements fluid and unhurried, but in the blink of an eye, he drew the bow, nocked an arrow, and released it. The arrow, carrying a piercing whistle, shot past the man's ear, veering to the left and piercing into the main house.

According to the Bai Ling clan's customs, there would always be a wild buffalo skull placed in the house to ward off evil spirits. Ordinary families used ordinary buffalo skulls, but the Bai family used a rhinoceros skull shot by their ancestor in the Western Mountains decades ago to protect their descendants. Each generation of the Bai family had a strong figure, and the family had always prospered, supposedly due to the protection of the ancestor's spirit in the rhinoceros skull.

The ironwood arrow shot into the main house like a black lightning bolt, and a wave of soul power rippled through the air. The sound of bones breaking crisply, like a beehive being disturbed, was followed by the hurried footsteps of a dozen people.

The Bai family man in front of Buli was terrified, and a stench of fear spread. Although he was not injured by the arrow, he was deeply frightened, and his bowels and bladder released. The false bravado he had put on disappeared, and he trembled all over, collapsing to the ground as if his bones had been pulled out.

Buli smiled and said, "Can you tell me now? Where is Bai Liang?"

Footsteps approached from all sides, and a rough voice roared, "Who dares to be so bold!"

"Oh? Bai Cangtian?" Buli glanced sideways and saw a burly man striding out from the back courtyard, walking so fast that the blue stones in the courtyard shattered with each step. This man was the current head of the Bai family, Bai Cangtian, who was said to have three engraved beasts and was the strongest pattern warrior in Bai Ling Town.

"Buli! You bastard!" Bai Cangtian's figure flashed out of the small courtyard, glaring at Buli with a fierce look, his fists tightly clenched, and he entered the main house.

Buli was not angry at all, holding the ox horn longbow, with eleven ironwood arrows neatly arranged in his right hand like a fan. He thought to himself that after becoming a pattern hunter, his strength had increased, and he indeed needed a new longbow. He had to be careful to control his strength to avoid breaking the bow.

The crowd did not rush to surround him but instead spread out around the small courtyard in a disciplined manner, appearing sparse and not forming a complete encirclement. However, Buli knew that as soon as Bai Cangtian gave the order, he would face at least three attackers.

A few moments later, Bai Cangtian burst out of the main house, his face flushed red, veins bulging, and eyes bloodshot.

"Buli, you dare to destroy the treasure of the Bai family! Even if the people of the Henshan Sect are here, I will still flay you alive today!"

"Oh?" Buli chuckled, not taking Bai Cangtian's threat seriously, and looked at the enraged Bai Cangtian with amusement. "If you can find me in the mountains and break my legs, can't I break your things? You're taking yourself too seriously. Have you heard the saying, 'If you don't court death, you won't die'?"

"If you don't court death, you won't die!" Bai Cangtian pointed at Buli, his eyes blazing with fury as if he wanted to burn Buli to ashes. To really kill Buli, it would be easy for Bai Cangtian, but what about the "Heritage Grand Trial"? If there was no scapegoat to go, the Bai Ling clan's status among the hundred tribes in the Western Mountain would decline, and the next "Heritage Grand Trial" would be even more difficult.

It was also strange that usually each clan chose their own representative, but this time the Henshan Sect specifically found Buli. This was not something that could be solved by finding a random scapegoat in Bai Ling Town. Deceiving the Henshan Sect was a matter of family extermination, and could not be taken lightly. But Buli stood there, mocking him, and even if he severely injured Buli, it would not satisfy his hatred.

Countless thoughts raced through Bai Cangtian's mind as he stared at Buli, as if looking at a dead man.

"Make Bai Liang come out. I'll break his legs, and this matter will be settled," Buli said seriously, each word deliberate. It wasn't about revenge for every slight, but for some reason, after becoming a pattern hunter and experiencing that dream, Buli's originally open and easy-going nature had become somewhat violent. If he didn't break Bai Liang's legs, he wouldn't be able to sleep well.

In Bai Cangtian's eyes, Buli was ignorant and ridiculous. A mountain hunter, no matter how skilled with a bow, would be out of his element outside the forest, losing his hiding place, and facing four pattern warriors with a black bear. The outcome could only be death!

Enraged, Bai Cangtian no longer wanted to waste words with Buli. The family's treasure, which had been carefully preserved for generations, had been destroyed by Buli, and this was an irreconcilable hatred that could only be washed away with blood.

"Attack!" Bai Cangtian spat out the word, his voice full of malice. At the same time, a bright light flashed around him, and a massive gorilla appeared in front of him.

"Don't hurt the girl!" Bai Cangtian added at the last moment.

Buli planted his right foot firmly on the ground, his left foot's toe touching the ground, and spun like a top. The sound of the ox horn longbow "snap, snap, snap" was continuous. No one knew how Buli did it, but in the blink of an eye, the eleven ironwood arrows in his hand rained down on the surroundings like a shower.