Chapter 240: and translation of title

When the mountain collapsed, a person standing before it was as tiny as a speck of dust.

Several dozen Chen family Young Strongmen stared at each other, watching this scene; their inner shock was no less than when the Mountain God descended to the world.

They simply could not believe that such a huge commotion was caused merely by Chen Wuji stuffing something into a mountain crevice—what kind of thing could have such power?

"Wuji‑ge, just now…" Chen Wuwei spoke haltingly; he didn't even have the courage to ask that question, and at this moment Chen Wuji seemed, in his eyes, veiled in a mysterious shroud.

Chen Wuji gave a faint smile: "This is our confidence, and the divine artifact we'll use to face the coming war!"

The crowd suddenly felt relieved; a Chen family Young Strongman chuckled: "With this thing, those Qiang dogs won't even get a chance to retreat—we'll surely wipe them out to the last man."

"This thing isn't something you can just use whenever; it must be saved for a critical moment." Chen Wuji said, "Let's go—there's still a treacherous stretch ahead, and I'll fill it in as we pass."

"Yes!"

The Young Strongmen's spirits rose high, their fighting spirit instantly soaring.

When they entered the mountains, they had thought they'd definitely have to pant and toil for several days inside.

Nobody expected it to be this simple; they didn't even get a chance to swing a pickaxe, they just opened a path the whole way and were now about to finish.

The group retraced their steps along the original route; after passing that perilous stretch carved from the cliff, Chen Wuji hesitated for a long time, but ultimately chose to destroy it.

This road was hard-won, but keeping it now would merely give the enemy a convenient route for attack.

The road can be reopened if lost, but if we lose this battle, the Chen family will be utterly finished.

Even if Chen Wuji felt reluctant, we still had to weigh what was more important.

After another mountain collapse and earth split, Chen Wuji led the people back to South Mountain.

On the lush, moss‑covered rock face, Chen Wuwei lit a fire; once the flames rose, he hung the kettle he carried on it and tossed in a few pieces of snow‑grass.

Midday had long passed, and everyone's stomachs began to growl.

Chen Wuji ordered: "Wuwei, you two watch the fire and gather some wild fruit nearby. The rest follow me—we're going to hunt some game."

As a hunter, going up the mountain and not bringing back some local specialty would be inexcusable.

Several Young Strongmen, hearing this, sprang to their feet, faces lit with excitement.

They had long been curious about Chen Wuji's hunting methods, and now that they had the chance, they naturally wanted to see.

Other hunters, if they could bring back a decent-sized game after several days, that would already be considered good.

But with Chen Wuji, wolves, muntjacs and the like seemed to seek death on their own, hurling headfirst into his arms.

Every time Chen Wuji went into the mountains, he brought back a huge haul, making the villagers green with envy.

After checking his bow and arrows, Chen Wuji led the Young Strongmen stealthily toward the eastern woods.

He had previously noticed a game trail here, which should offer a chance to encounter larger prey.

With so many people today, there's no need to hide our strength; even if we encounter a wolf pack, Chen Wuji is confident we can meet them head‑on and see whose blades are sharper—their knives or the beasts' fangs.

"Family Head, fresh droppings—I just can't tell what they're from." A clansman pushed aside the grass and exclaimed in delight.

After the great family sacrifice, the clanspeople's address for Chen Wuji became "Family Head."

Now only some familiar folk haven't fully switched to the new title, alternating between "Family Head," "Wuji," and "Wuji‑ge."

Chen Wuji walked over, took a look, and said, "Bear droppings—you're in for a treat today."

Hearing the word "bear," everyone exchanged glances.

At the same time, their admiration for Chen Wuji grew deeper.

As befits a Family Head, upon seeing bear droppings his first thought wasn't danger but eating them.

Such boldness is not something an ordinary hunter could possess.

"The tracks lead this way—let's go!"

Chen Wuji bent his head to examine the ground tracks, then called for everyone to follow.

The group wound through the forest in a circuit, saw no bear, but instead spotted several deer leisurely strolling among the trees.

Chen Wuji had spent so long in the mountains that he had eaten more muntjac than deer, yet deer were rarely seen.

"Stay steady, don't startle them." Chen Wuji nocked an arrow, its tip flashing cold light as he aimed at one of the deer, then whispered a command to those beside him.

Everyone immediately held their breath and focused.

Besides Chen Wuji, only two others knew how to use a bow; the rest carried only knives.

Facing deer that moved through the underbrush as if on flat ground, knives were utterly useless.

The others could only watch as Chen Wuji and the two archers displayed their skill.

Whoosh!

The bowstring Chen Wuji had drawn taut snapped hard, sending a sharp arrow flying.

Thud.

A deer collapsed at the sound.

The other two, seeing Chen Wuji act, quickly released their bowstrings.

One arrow missed, the other struck a deer's back.

"Give chase!" Chen Wuji barked low.

The clanspeople, already poised to strike, surged forward.

The deer herd had been startled, scattering about like headless flies.

The wounded one ran a bit slower, while the other few vanished in the blink of an eye.

Deer may look cute and clumsy, but their running speed is nothing to sneeze at.

They are astonishingly swift and appear remarkably light, possessing a unique grace and freedom.

After a moment, the clanspeople dragged back two deer.

"Family Head, that shot was divine—it went clean through the head!" a clansman couldn't help exclaiming; on the way back they'd been talking about it nonstop, and the more they thought, the more astonishing it seemed.

This archery seemed to embody the legendary skill of piercing a willow leaf from a hundred paces.

Chen Wuji bent down, pulled the arrow out, checked it quickly, then tossed it back into the Arrow Quiver, saying, "This is my Hard Bow; its killing power is definitely stronger than the bows you hold. If you get a chance later, you can swap out your bows for mine. If you want to become good at archery, you can't avoid putting in some hard work."

The two bow-wielding tribesmen nodded repeatedly, eyeing Chen Wuji's bow with envy.

They also wanted to get a Hard Bow, even if it meant breaking their fingers, just to play around and test their limits.

But a Hard Bow is not something they can afford.

"Family Head, every time you go into the mountains you bring back so much harvest—is it all because of your archery skill?" a tribesman finally asked, voicing the question they had been curious about.

Chen Wuji shook his head. "That's about half the reason."

Forging iron still requires personal strength—that's the truth. If you lack some skill, this big mountain won't give you any opportunity. But to say it's entirely due to one's own formidable strength isn't completely accurate.

In Chen Wuji's view, his steady harvests might be more importantly due to luck.

His luck is really good.

So good that even the Mountain Lord is helping him.

By the way, why haven't I seen the Mountain Lord today? Did he go visiting?