Chapter 137: Revenge

Chen Wuji held the cloth strip and carefully approached again.

The tiger held a mouthful of dirt and weeds, motionless, waiting for Chen Wuji to bandage its most severe neck wound.

It seemed it was also afraid Chen Wuji would misunderstand; its neck remained twisted in a strange stiff posture, making Chen Wuji feel his neck sore.

This small task left Chen Wuji drenched in sweat, his clothes soaked through.

After tying the cloth strip, Chen Wuji let out a heavy sigh of relief.

Even fairy tales wouldn't dare write it like this.

Looking at the tiger's fuzzy head, Chen Wuji suddenly felt a tiny urge.

He kinda wanted to rub it…

He slowly reached out and gently touched it.

Holy shit, this feel.

Chen Wuji was excited.

Just based on this action, he should be considered at the peak of hunters, right?

This is a tiger's head, after all—who else would dare?!

……

Chen Wuji expended tremendous effort and finally treated the wounds of this striped fierce tiger.

He also sacrificed an outer garment because of it.

The tiger's huge size made bandaging it especially cloth-consuming.

After doing all this, Chen Wuji thought the tiger would leave, or let him go.

But it didn't!

Chen Wuji tried talking it over, but as soon as he moved his foot, the tiger immediately followed.

"Tiger Brother, the wounds are bandaged—why are you still following me? Don't do this, I'm scared!" Chen Wuji said nervously, turning his head.

"Also don't think about following me home—I can't afford to keep you. With my meager savings, you'd bankrupt me in two days."

The tiger said nothing, just kept following.

When Chen Wuji walked, it walked; when Chen Wuji stopped, it stopped.

This completely baffled Chen Wuji.

What does this tiger think he is?

At that moment, the somewhat lethargic Mighty Tiger suddenly tensed its muscles, its fierce yellow eyes flashing killing intent, and a terrifying aura of menace burst from its body.

"Holy shit, you can't repay kindness with enmity!" Chen Wuji was startled, hastily gripping his knife.

If this big guy really attacked him, running would be hopeless; he could only try to meet force with force.

Unexpectedly, the tiger didn't look at Chen Wuji but instead stepped lightly and darted into the left-side thicket.

It moved gracefully and steadily, yet with immense pressure.

This was a sign the tiger was about to hunt.

While Chen Wuji was dazed, a low growl came from the woods.

Its powerful penetration made the leaves rustle loudly.

Chen Wuji couldn't see clearly, only catching a vague glimpse of the Mighty Tiger lunging forward.

It seemed the tiger was truly sparing him.

A rustling came from the forest; moments later, the tiger emerged dragging a muntjac.

It walked to about five or six steps from Chen Wuji, dropped the prey from its mouth, gave Chen Wuji a deep look, then pressed its paw on the dead muntjac and slowly turned away.

Soon it vanished into the thicket.

Chen Wuji's tense nerves relaxed as he looked at the muntjac on the ground, his mind going blank.

So…

Was this the tiger's gift in return?

It had been following just to keep up with him while scouting for nearby game?

Could this tiger be one of the two he saw on the mountaintop platform?

The first muntjac he had taken was actually snatched from the jaws of those two tigers.

But whatever the case, the life‑or‑death crisis was over.

"Thanks, Tiger Brother—hope you bring more of this good stuff!" Chen Wuji shouted.

Regardless of whether the tiger could understand, his attitude needed to be shown.

Chen Wuji hoisted the still‑warm muntjac carcass and hurried to the pond's edge.

Yuan Jinshi and his brother weren't there; the pond side only had a half‑filled sack.

"Yuan Jinshi!"

Chen Wuji shouted at the top of his lungs.

Moments later, a reply came from above the mountain: "Brother Wuji, I'm here—coming down right away."

Soon after, Yuan Jinshi and his brother hurried down, dragging the sack.

"Brother, look—so many mole crickets, we can fry plenty of meals." Yuan Jinshi, eager to show off, displayed their haul to Chen Wuji; the sack was nearly half full, indeed a lot.

Chen Wuji had truly never seen so many mole crickets before.

It must be thanks to the excellent ecological environment.

After all, this is a nearly pristine environment with virtually no pollution.

"Put the things here for now, come with me to move the game!" Chen Wuji ordered.

A full six wolves—he didn't want to waste them.

"Brother Wuji, is there still game?" Licentiate Yuan asked in surprise.

"Today my luck is somewhat bad, also somewhat good." Chen Wuji chuckled, "Hurry up."

That said, he really had a day of incredible luck today.

His luck couldn't be called bad; rather, it should be said to be absurdly good.

Chen Wuji returned along the original path, found the place where he had just fought the wolves, and shouted, "Carry!"

"Brother Wuji, you... you encountered a wolf pack?" Yuan Jinshi's expression was somewhat fearful.

"Now isn't the time to talk about that; hurry up and carry, after carrying we'll run—today the mountains aren't peaceful." Chen Wuji hoisted a wolf carcass on each shoulder and took off.

"I not only encountered the wolf pack, I also ran into a tiger—exciting, huh?" He said while walking.

Hearing that, the Yuan Jinshi brothers dared not say more, strained as they lifted the wolf carcasses and hurriedly followed.

"Brother Wuji, you actually defeated the wolf pack and the tiger, you're even more formidable than the legendary 'one-man army'!" Licentiate Yuan gazed admiringly at Chen Wuji's back, his expression excited and exalted.

Chen Wuji strode swiftly, "It was me and the tiger together who defeated the wolf pack; I don't have such formidable ability to defeat the wolf pack and tiger together."

That thing—even if it were him, even if Wu Song came, he'd end up as rations.

The Yuan Jinshi brothers could understand those words.

But the meaning of 'together' left them somewhat bewildered.

What does it mean to defeat the wolf pack together with a tiger?

Can a person and a tiger even join forces?

"Brother Wuji, you seem to be telling us a story from a storybook." Yuan Jinshi said weakly.

"Pretty far-fetched, right? I also think it's far-fetched—I almost pissed myself from fright." Chen Wuji shook his head and said.

Recalling what just happened, he now feels a sense of unreality.

But it truly did happen.

"Brother Wuji, really?" Yuan Jinshi asked in shock.

"Really."

The Yuan Jinshi brothers' eyes were full of disbelief.

Cooperating with a tiger, this matter...

Indeed, it's too far-fetched.

But they believed what Chen Wuji said.

So, this matter becomes even more far-fetched.

The three of them made two trips before bringing all the game back.

As they neared the pond, Chen Wuji saw the flying squirrel again.

And there were two of them again.

Those two cute little critters were playing on the branches, hopping about as if they were quite happy.

Seeing those two, Chen Wuji instantly flared with anger.

He set down the wolf on his shoulder, quickly nocked an arrow, and shouted, "You dare lure me into the wolf pack, you two little bastards are already courting death! Don't think I'll go easy on you just because I want your dung—die!"