Chapter 158: His fame rose rapidly

I know it's you, thanks for the muntjac you sent, goodbye. With the attitude that regardless of whether it's you or not, saying hello is never superfluous, Chen Wuji shouted at the top of his lungs, then hurried down the mountain.

Roar roar roar……roar—

The Mighty Tiger's roar became more urgent.

Immediately after, a huge commotion suddenly came from the thicket, like a massive boulder rolling down.

Chen Wuji turned his head and glanced, his expression instantly becoming dazed.

All that could be seen was a Striped Fierce Tiger, its paws as if stepping on a skateboard, running a few steps then sliding a few steps, speeding down the mountain, having plowed a very clear path along the ridge.

Plop!

Something rolled to a place not far from Chen Wuji.

The Mighty Tiger closely followed, making a light leap onto a large rock, looking down at Chen Wuji from above.

It really is the tiger that Chen Wuji rescued, its body still wrapped in Chen Wuji's clothing.

Chen Wuji was somewhat bewildered, "You wouldn't… be coming to bring me something again, would you?"

The Mighty Tiger said nothing, merely looking down at Chen Wuji in silence.

That little expression showed no killing intent, instead looking a bit proud and aloof.

"Shall I take a look?" Chen Wuji asked cautiously, his whole body's muscles tensed from absolute vigilance.

Although he had once had a thrilling cooperation with this Mighty Tiger, the other side had still politely returned a gift with a human touch.

But, after all, it is a Mighty Tiger.

Not a house cat.

The Mighty Tiger lowered its massive head and let out a low growl.

Its momentum wasn't great, just like a big yawn.

Chen Wuji, out of reason, actually did not want to go over.

The best choice now is to run away immediately.

But……

He was worried that it would make this big guy fly into a rage out of shame.

It's obvious that they seem to have come chasing him.

If we don't give the Mountain Lord face, what if this big guy feels that this weak human doesn't respect it?

If we give him a toast and he doesn't drink it, forcing us to punish him with a drink, how embarrassing would that be?

Although this matter is rather absurd, the tiger still has his torn clothes wrapped around it, and pulling further would only get to this point.

Chen Wuji warily eyed the Mighty Tiger, walking toward the fallen object while looking back every few steps.

In the dense thicket, a large gray bear lay there peacefully, its demeanor very peaceful.

Chen Wuji let out a soft hiss.

He was startled, and he actually saw the Mighty Tiger stepping on the gray bear as a skateboard, sliding down from the mountain.

Moreover, this 'skateboard' seemed to be a gift from the Mountain Lord to him.

"For me?" Chen Wuji asked again to confirm.

The tiger glanced at Chen Wuji, then marched forward with a fierce, six-kin-not-acknowledging stride slowly into the woods.

Chen Wuji:?

Any hunter takes pride in hunting large wild beasts.

At the same time, this is also a symbol of strength.

Chen Wuji became renowned in the surrounding area because he had hunted that giant python, and thus the merchants in the city whom he had never dealt with came to know his name.

And among large game, adult tigers, leopards, and bears are considered to be at the top.

Whoever brings back such a creature, if in the city, will surely have a parade on horseback through the streets.

But at this moment, Chen Wuji worried about how to bring this big guy back home.

This creature is estimated to weigh around five hundred catties, which Chen Wuji is utterly unable to handle.

He went up the mountain merely to repair a trap, carrying only a knife, not even a rope.

He couldn't even try to drag it.

Chen Wuji also worried that if he went home to call for help, by the time he returned the game would be reduced to mere bones.

The edible animals on the mountain are not only numerous but also varied in kind, once making Chen Wuji doubt whether his geography studies were wasted. If he left for a couple of hours, it wouldn't be surprising if a group of creatures sprang from some corner and finished off his first bear in life.

"Let's try first, and talk if it fails."

Chen Wuji took his knife and cut a bunch of vines, then twisted four strands together to make a rope.

After finishing, he used two wooden sticks to secure the bear's paws, then tied the vines to further fix it, and finally used the thick rope he had braided from vines to loop around the bear up and down.

He gave it a hard pull, found it fairly sturdy, seeming able to hold for a while.

Immediately, Chen Wuji completely transformed into a beast of burden, scraping the vine-woven rope against his waist and exerting all his strength to pull forward.

Pulling a big cart with a small horse is at most just a bad experience, but one person pulling a bear of about five hundred catties can make one doubt life; Chen Wuji became exhausted to the point of veins bulging, his throat almost smoking.

Fortunately, after pulling a short distance forward, they reached a downhill slope.

The bear's smooth fur on the wet grass instantly turned into a rolling gourd.

Fortunately, Chen Wuji reacted quickly, scrambling out of the rope; otherwise his life would not have been saved.

The gift from the Big Tiger is very precious, albeit slightly life‑costing.

Chen Wuji exerted the strength of nine oxen and two tigers, bumping along the way, and finally managed to bring the bear down the mountain.

At that moment, the sky had completely darkened, and Xishan Village already had specks of firelight shining.

Chen Wuji lay limp on the ground, looking up at the sky full of stars, panting from exhaustion.

People die for wealth, birds die for food!

If this bear isn't sold for fifty taels, it would be unfair to all the hardships he's endured.

A firelight approaches quickly, faintly as if still shouting something.

Chen Wuji's head twitched, as if someone was calling him.

Unfortunately, he really has no strength to speak now.

Rest a bit longer.

Wuji!

Chen Wuji, which corner did you die in? Didn't even make a sound.

Chen Wuji!

Wuji!

Chen Wuji forced himself up, shouting hoarsely, "Here!"

It must be that Huo Sanniang and the others, seeing it was dark and he hadn't returned, worried something had happened and came looking for him.

But these folks seem not too bright; they all know he went up the mountain, yet they're shouting at the mountain base?

Fortunately he's already come down the mountain; if he were still up there, even if they shouted themselves hoarse he couldn't hear him.

Bright torches quickly followed the sound over.

The crowd was mighty; over half the villagers came, even bringing their tools.

Especially the Chen clan members, though they held mismatched farming tools in their hands, almost all had knives at their waists or on their backs, equipped as if going to war.

Sorry to have worried you all, dealing with this guy took some time! Chen Wuji patted the bear he'd been using as a pillow, speaking sincerely to the crowd.

Seeing so many people come to find him, this warm human feeling made his heart feel warm.

This is... a bear?! Huo Sanniang carefully looked at the thing beside Chen Wuji, couldn't help exclaiming, "I thought you were just going up the mountain to check traps—how did you get tangled up with something like this? Just happened to run into it?"

Chen Wuji nodded.

Although this is a gift from Big Tiger, saying it's true is even more outrageous than if he'd caught it himself.

He seems only able to pretend once, taking Big Tiger's credit for himself.

At least saying it this way seems a bit more credible.