Chapter 3

Protecting Cai Xiaoxian had become a habit for Bu Li over the years. In times of life and death, Bu Li didn’t even think about his own safety; his mind was solely focused on whether Cai Xiaoxian would be in danger. The current situation seemed utterly unsolvable, and Bai Liang was an existence that Bu Li couldn’t face directly.

"Bu Li, Cai Xiaoxian is suffering in the Western Mountains. How can it compare to the comfort of being in a mainland sect?" Bai Liang said with a casual tone, "Besides, you can’t keep Cai Xiaoxian just because you want to."

"Is that so?" A beautiful curve formed at the corner of Bu Li’s mouth, and he had already made up his mind. Since he couldn’t resolve this crisis, he would break through it with his body.

Bai Liang’s eyes carried a hint of disdain, truly not stopping until hitting a wall. Bai Liang saw Bu Li’s determination to fight like a cornered beast but didn’t pay much attention. A hunter from the mountains, no matter how strong, could he compare to a patterned warrior? He couldn’t even sense soul power, so what could he rely on to fight? How could an ant fight a lion?!

"But I want to try." Bu Li said softly, his voice light but firm.

As soon as he finished speaking, Bu Li’s body suddenly moved!

Bai Liang, who had been about to mock Bu Li, was momentarily stunned. Bu Li had already taken down a buffalo horn longbow from his back, and a row of ironwood arrows, like a fan, had appeared in his hand.

The arrows flew like a string of pearls, not targeting the young men surrounding Bu Li, but instead shooting down the mountain guard dogs one by one. These hunting dogs were the favorite of the Bai Ling clan’s hunters, with keen senses and rarely failing to track prey. This time, Bai Liang had brought so many guard dogs to find Cai Xiaoxian’s trail.

The ironwood arrows pierced the air, emitting sharp whistles, carrying a fierce killing intent. Thirteen guard dogs, twelve ironwood arrows. Bu Li then removed the empty quiver, his body transforming into the thirteenth ironwood arrow, shooting towards the last guard dog.

All the young men were stunned by Bu Li’s lightning-fast actions. Was this a hunter? Not even a patterned hunter, how could he have such quick reflexes? Even the strongest hunter in the town couldn’t match Bu Li. How could he be so strong?!

The intermittent exclamations were not in unison; some reacted quickly, some slowly, and some barely suppressed their surprise. But no one could believe what they saw; it must be an illusion.

Bai Liang was enraged, a hunter without any patterns, shooting down twelve guard dogs right in front of him. This was like twelve slaps in the face. If Bu Li killed the last guard dog, there would be no hope of finding Cai Xiaoxian today. In the mountains, even the patterned warriors and hunters of Bai Ling Town couldn’t match Bu Li and Cai Xiaoxian.

This was Bu Li and Cai Xiaoxian’s home. Once they entered the forest, they were like fish in water, impossible to track.

The original intention of the clan leader was to bring Bu Li back to the town. Even if Bu Li was the best hunter in the town, there was no way to deal with the situation. However, this time was special. The "Heritage Grand Trial" was about to begin, and the clan received a message from the Henshan Sect, selecting Bu Li.

The clan was in a difficult position. Bai Liang privately gathered some young men who usually flattered him, bringing guard dogs to find Bu Li and Cai Xiaoxian. He originally intended to solve some trouble for the clan, but he didn’t expect things to get so out of hand. Bu Li had already taken down twelve guard dogs, and if he killed the last one, the hope of finding Cai Xiaoxian would be lost. The clan’s guard dogs were hard to raise, and the winter food supply would be a problem.

A light flashed, and a fierce tiger appeared in front of Bai Liang. As soon as it appeared, the tiger roared and pounced directly at Bu Li.

While running towards the guard dog, Bu Li had already discarded the buffalo horn longbow and held a sharp knife, aiming at the guard dog.

A strong wind came from behind, and Bu Li knew it must be Bai Liang summoning his patterned beast to attack him. But Bu Li didn’t pay any attention to the patterned beast, his body taut, aiming straight for the last guard dog.

The guard dog, sensing a great threat, bristled with its fur standing on end. Before it could even roar, Bu Li’s sharp knife was already in front of it. The knife was strange, gray and unclear, as if it had been covered in grease for years, making it look dull.

Since coming to this world, Bu Li’s memory had a large gap. Apart from this knife, which seemed to have come with him through the穿越, he had nothing else. Since then, the knife had never left Bu Li, perhaps out of nostalgia for the past.

The tiger was faster than Bu Li. In this split second, the tiger’s front claws already struck Bu Li’s back, blood gushing out like a fountain. Bu Li’s body was slammed and fell downward.

The guard dog was less than three feet away, but even if Bu Li threw himself forward without hesitation, he couldn’t hurt the last guard dog.

"I will definitely find Cai..." Seeing that Bu Li couldn’t hurt the last guard dog, Bai Liang felt a bit relieved, still hoping to find Cai Xiaoxian. But before he could finish his sentence, Bu Li’s right hand loosened, and he took a short crossbow from his waist, shooting a crossbow bolt into the guard dog’s mouth without even looking. The crossbow bolt was laced with Qinger grass poison! The guard dog was definitely beyond saving...

The tiger pounced on Bu Li, pinning him down, and its tail swept across, shattering Bu Li’s knees. Having secured its prey, the tiger bit into Bu Li’s neck. Its sharp teeth, like daggers, bit down, and even with Bu Li’s powerful self-healing ability, he would surely die.

Just as the tiger’s fangs touched Bu Li’s skin, a flash of light appeared, and the tiger vanished without a trace. Only Bai Liang’s distorted face, filled with hatred, remained, looking at Bu Li as if he wanted to kill him.

"Master Bai, just kill him!"

"No." Bai Liang grinned, his forced smile making his expression even more sinister. His white teeth looked eerie in the sunset. "This Heritage Grand Trial was decided over ten years ago. Back then, this kid was the most talented in the clan. After so many years, I don’t know how he was brought up again, and he was chosen. Sometimes the Henshan Sect’s decisions are a bit unreliable."

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