Chapter 59: The Siberian Tiger's Roar

"Detour is not an option, so I'll just jump over."

The moment those words came out, the entire livestream chat went silent, the comments stopped cold—but the next instant, the comment section exploded into a frenzy.

"Holy shit, don't go getting yourself killed, streamer, I still want to keep watching your stream."

"Even the world record holder couldn't jump that, are you insane?"

"It's over, the stream's about to end."

"Scary, the streamer probably ate too many termites and got his brain eaten out by them."

"This isn't two meters, three meters—this is eight meters. In this kind of environment, nobody can jump it."

Qin Yun watched the comments scroll by and laughed: "Friends, it's really not as dangerous as you think. Worst case I fall into the river, so don't worry, I'm not planning to end the stream that fast."

"Besides, this kind of distance is really nothing to me."

Watching the livestream footage of Qin Yun radiating swagger, the netizens were all dumbfounded.

Qin Yun didn't waste any more words. At this moment, the secondary drone hovered overhead while the primary drone faced him.

"Bo Lang Ge gifted the streamer three carnivals—If Qin Ye actually jumps over, I'll throw down thirty carnivals right now."

"Oh, just got here and there's already a good show, then I'll toss a few too."

Soon, several more carnivals swept across the screen. Qin Yun glanced at the gifters and thanked them: "Thanks Bo Lang Ge, thanks Feng Liu Jie for the carnivals."

At this moment, the livestream's top spot still belonged to Bo Lang Ge, but this Feng Liu Jie who sent carnivals had jumped straight to second place.

After speaking, Qin Yun took a deep breath and stepped back a few paces. Just as he was about to sprint, a sudden earth-shaking roar erupted.

"ROAR—!"

That roar was like a ten-thousand-catty boulder grinding past, a low tremor spreading through the void, the branches seeming to tremble and shiver.

It pierced through the forest, whipping up a raging windstorm, striking terror into anyone who heard it.

"Holy shit… what is that sound?"

"Tiger, holy crap, don't tell me it's a Siberian tiger?"

"Streamer, run! Running into Xiong Xiazi might still leave you alive, but running into a Siberian tiger—certain death."

"What kind of shit luck does Qin Ye have—first a blind bear, now a tiger."

Cold sweat beaded on Qin Yun's forehead. Holy shit, it really is a Siberian tiger. With his knowledge of zoology, he could tell just from the sound what it was. But the roar was still some distance away—his initial estimate was about two kilometers.

"Gulp—!"

He swallowed hard, his nervousness plain as day.

"Brothers, wild Siberian tigers in our country should be extinct by all rights, but from what I know, this tiger's roar is unmistakably a Siberian tiger. Luckily, this tiger is still some distance from me, so I'm safe for now. But a Siberian tiger's sense of smell is extremely keen too—it can easily pick up the scent of prey or its own kind from five kilometers away, so don't doubt it, my scent has definitely already been picked up by this tiger."

"But because human scent is rather unusual, unless this tiger is hungry, it won't come looking for me."

Qin Yun's words of self-comfort did nothing to comfort the netizens in the chat.

"Streamer, if you have time to educate us, just jump already."

"If you can't jump it, just dive into the water instead—ten-plus meters won't kill you."

"For humans, jumping an eight-meter ravine is a bit iffy, but for a Siberian tiger, it's just a normal starting distance."

Qin Yun still didn't move immediately; he continued:

"If you run into a Siberian tiger in the wild, you must stay still immediately, avoid eye contact, and absolutely don't turn and run. A Siberian tiger's vision is extremely sensitive to moving objects—once you run, it triggers the tiger's hunting instinct. A human's speed is a joke in front of an adult Siberian tiger."

"After steadying yourself, retreat at an extremely slow pace, steps light, but don't turn your back on the tiger. If you have something in your hands, like Dengshan, never wave it around—the moment you provoke it, you're dead."

"If you're lucky and this tiger isn't too hungry, maybe you can shuffle out of its line of sight and save your life. Of course, the odds are you'll still die fairly peacefully."

Hearing Qin Yun say all this, the netizens were collectively speechless.

"If you're gonna die anyway, why not die with some dignity? I'm gonna charge at it and roar back."

"I heard if you raise both hands to make yourself look bigger, it really whets the tiger's appetite."

"ROAR—!"

Qin Yun's face changed: "Brothers, the sound is closer now, I gotta pull back."

With that, he unhesitatingly started running, building up speed over about ten meters. Qin Yun's speed was blistering fast. The instant he neared the cliff edge, his left foot stomped hard on the ground, and the tremendous force launched his entire body into the air.

The drone's camera faithfully captured the scene, and everyone fell silent.

Qin Yun's confidence came from his rock-climbing and combat abilities.

In China's traditional martial arts, the north has a leg technique called Springing Leg—the core of lightness-skill leaping. It emphasizes "legs like a slingshot, release like sudden thunder." Mastered to depth, one can leap several zhang across flat ground.

There's also a martial art called Vaulting Art, also known as Pulling an Onion from Dry Land or Swallow Skimming Water—another lightness-skill martial art. This method focuses the entire body's force into a single instant, producing an explosive burst of power.

Coincidentally, both of these were included in the master-level combat skills Qin Yun had obtained.

Combined, clearing an eight-meter span was a piece of cake. Though he had never gone all-out, he had that confidence.

Boosted by that instant burst of power, Qin Yun flew through the air at tremendous speed. In a heartbeat, he had cleared the chasm, then rolled forward and stood up smoothly.

"66666"

"Streamer's badass to the max."

"Holy crap, Qin Ye wasn't kidding—he really has trained."

"So badass, that physical conditioning is insane, he could compete in the Olympics."

"Masters come from among the people—that's no empty saying. With Qin Ye's jumping distance, breaking the world record would be a cinch."

"Shuangzi Ge gifted the streamer one carnival—Holy shit, I'm in the office and I just yelled out loud"

"Heixiuheixiu gifted the streamer five carnivals—Qin Ye is badass"

"Yalasuo gifted the streamer one heart—Amazing"

"Bo Lang Ge gifted the streamer twenty carnivals—Qin Ye is mighty, bro's impressed"

"Feng Liu Jie gifted the streamer thirty carnivals—Bro is badass, he actually dared to jump, I thought he was joking"

Qin Yun stared at the screen full of gifts, his heart pounding like thunder. He didn't even have time to thank them as he snatched up his backpack, immediately retracted the primary drone while keeping the secondary one hovering high above, and started running.

"Brothers, I need to speed up. If this Siberian tiger comes chasing, it'd really be over. But I've got a secondary drone up, so with any luck you all might get to see it."

"Although I consider myself decent in a fight, facing a behemoth like a Siberian tiger, one swipe from it and I'd probably be done for. And the Siberian tiger is a Class A nationally protected animal in China — even if I could kill it, I wouldn't dare."

Qin Yun had only been in the jungle a short while when, at the spot where he'd originally been on the opposite side, a big tiger with upturned eyes and a white forehead slowly leaped out of the forest. Massive in build, well over two meters, at least four or five hundred jin.

The viewers in the livestream saw this scene through the drone, and each one of them sucked in a cold breath.

"Holy crap, it's really a Siberian tiger. This proves the Siberian tigers in the Greater Khingan Mountains haven't gone extinct — the image is so clear."

"So this is what Wu Song beat to death? Why don't I quite believe it?"

"Forget Wu Song, even the God of War himself would be useless. This is Earth's top predator. Humans have no trump card against it — the only way to take one down is by sheer numbers."

"Lucky the streamer ran fast. If that Siberian tiger had locked onto him, he'd be completely done for."

"You guys think this Siberian tiger came for Qin-ye?"

"It's leaving, it's leaving. Qin-ye's dog-shit luck exploded — that Siberian tiger withdrew."

Qin Yun looked at the display on his main drone, let out a breath of relief, and slowed his pace. If that Siberian tiger had leaped across the river to come at him, he'd really have been in danger.

Although he wasn't entirely without a fighting chance, the disparity in strength and in size was too great. If he had a long saber in hand, he could still fight, but relying only on the stone knife and bow in his hands wouldn't even be enough to scratch an itch.

The final result would be no different either way.

He only had master-level combat ability, not master-level cultivation-immortal power.

He retracted the secondary drone and continued forward.

……

Approaching four in the afternoon, Qin Yun's backpack had gained one pheasant — in plain terms, a wild chicken.

Lucky enough, he also found a stream, even a bit larger than the first one he'd discovered.

But the stream was still small, so naturally there were no fish. He did find four or five small crabs though — a pleasant surprise.

After wandering around for a bit and coming back, beside a boulder not far from the stream, he got straight to building his campsite for the night.

"Good luck today. With a water source I don't have to worry about not cleaning things properly, and I've got a few crabs too. I'm planning to stew a wild-chicken-and-crab mountain-delicacy soup. No salt, but that's fine — as long as the freshness is enough."

"Qin-ye's luck has turned."

"666, watching Qin-ye set up camp again. This time with his back against the boulder, he can build something a bit sturdier."

Seeing the comments, Qin Yun laughed and said: "Because it's close to the stream, animals will definitely come and go, so I have to be careful. This boulder is a natural barrier — you see the crack in the stone just barely lets me through. There's a hollow inside I can use as a base. With just a bit of simple construction I can make this place airtight, so even if there are fierce beasts I won't be afraid."

While Qin Yun was busy here, Su Huan, far away in Hangzhou, had been unable to focus on work these past few days, slacking from morning till night, which made some of her subordinates feel genuinely puzzled.

But because Su Huan was the boss, even if curious they couldn't very well ask.

From the moment Qin Yun opened the livestream, Su Huan's phone had never been turned off. He occasionally sent small gifts to boost the stream's popularity. These past few days he had witnessed Qin Yun's hands-on ability — his calm in the face of wild beasts, his ease eating bugs when hungry — that kind of composure, able to handle things naturally even in the wild, genuinely impressed him.

This livestream was completely different from the rock-climbing one; it had undoubtedly tagged Qin Yun's account — an outdoor tag was absolutely unavoidable.

In just a few days, follower count had already surpassed five hundred thousand, and was still growing rapidly every day.

DJI's side was very pleased with the livestream's results; if not for the sponsorship price already set, they were even inclined to raise it on their own.

Today they came straight to Su Huan to say that for future outdoor livestreams like this, there was no need to find other companies — DJI would sponsor everything.

Needless to say, in Su Huan's view, Qin Yun's path in self-media had been walked out. As long as he kept it up, becoming a top internet celebrity was only a matter of time.

But compared to those borderline, chat, or gaming streamers, Su Huan felt Qin Yun's self-media path was genuinely a bit dangerous — something an ordinary person simply couldn't do.

From the survival skills he'd revealed over these few days, the way various bits of knowledge came to him off the cuff — it wasn't something an average person could manage.

"Alright, today's campsite is done. Next I'll light a fire by the stream and make a pot of wild-chicken-and-crab mountain-delicacy soup."

After speaking, Qin Yun took the pheasant by its wings, went to the stream, and began slaughtering, plucking, and gutting it. In no time at all, one chicken was squeaky clean.

Because the stream was flowing water, most of the smell had been washed away, but it still couldn't be completely odorless.

"To me it's a fishy smell, but to certain animals it's a fragrance. So I need to get the fire going quickly. Once I have fire, as long as it's not one of those large fierce beasts, I won't have to be afraid of anything."