Chapter 242

This Big Tiger now really seems to treat itself as a pet.

Chen Wuji bandaged its wound, then prepared to leave cautiously, but this guy suddenly poked its head over and nudged Chen Wuji's arm.

This startled Chen Wuji, leaving him at a loss.

This guy's move and demeanor were exactly like a cat's.

It was exactly the manner of a cat begging for scratches, with little humming sounds from its mouth.

"Want me to scratch you twice?" Chen Wuji asked, laughing.

Who could believe this thing is a tiger?

The tiger hummed, nudging Chen Wuji with its head back and forth, looking adorable.

Chen Wuji: …

"Alright, scratch, scratch." Seeing its appearance, Chen Wuji lowered his guard and reached out to scratch it.

Not to mention, scratching that big head feels quite nice, the touch is very good.

If one could really keep such a big guy as a pet, it would surely be impressive, but it's just a thought.

Chen Wuji also didn't know what this guy thought of him, but he didn't dare to actually take it home to keep.

"About enough?" Chen Wuji asked, laughing after scratching for a while.

The Big Tiger seemed to really understand, it raised its head and let out a big yawn, slowly stood up, and shook its fur.

Chen Wuji stared.

No, has this guy become a spirit?

The Big Tiger leisurely stretched, turned its head and nudged Chen Wuji again, then slowly walked into the forest and gradually disappeared.

The clansmen immediately gathered around.

"Brother Wuji, how... did you manage this? He seems to really understand human speech."

"Family Head, can we also touch it later? A real Big Tiger, it's too unbelievable."

"Family Head, is this tiger a spirit?"

"Family Head..."

…

A crowd of people asked a bunch of questions all at once; Chen Wuji answered what he knew, and for what he didn't know, he didn't know where to start.

For example, how he and the tiger developed such feelings.

To be honest, he doesn't know.

In this special relationship between man and the mountain king, he seems to be the one being pursued.

By a fortunate coincidence, after treating its wound, the tiger then began to exert itself wildly, and ended up like this.

The listeners were enthralled, and suddenly felt a sense of shared honor.

To have such a relationship with a tiger is truly something very worthy of pride.

"Alright, let's go back." Chen Wuji called out to everyone.

"Family Head, what should we do with this tiger?" someone asked.

The familiar tiger left, but it left the dead tiger behind, paying it no heed at all.

Chen Wuji had been hesitating about this matter just then.

After great effort, they hunted such a big guy; bringing it back would definitely be best.

Not to mention the tiger's body is full of good things; just bringing it down the mountain even has the marvelous effect of deterring people.

This era admires the strong, and whoever can hunt a tiger, a fierce beast, must be strong.

Look at how Wu Song was treated after hunting a tiger, and you'll roughly know.

And Wu Song lived in an era that valued literature over martial arts, where warriors were called bandit Han.

But Chen Wuji worried that taking this tiger away would make the familiar tiger displeased, even hate him.

After all, it's its own kind.

Chen Wuji pondered for a while, then decided to temporarily take it, to test the familiar tiger's reaction.

If the familiar tiger becomes dissatisfied, it will surely react; then he can simply give this tiger a funeral accordingly.

"Take it temporarily." Chen Wuji ordered.

"Yes."

The people followed Chen Wuji's steps, but still excitedly discussed what had just happened.

If nothing unexpected happens, Chen Wuji will likely become a legend among the clan in the future.

Returning to the previously chosen gathering spot, the people made use of local materials, ate a hearty mountain wild barbecue, and then packed up to descend the mountain.

That familiar tiger did not reappear; it seems to have no objection to Chen Wuji taking away its kin.

Since there is no objection, Chen Wuji naturally won't let such good material go to waste.

Not long after the group descended the mountain windingly, a healthy tiger slowly appeared where Chen Wuji and the others had just rested.

It sniffed around, then lay down beside the already extinguished fire and fell asleep.

…

Chen Wuji and the others carried the tiger down the mountain, inevitably drawing the villagers' attention.

Someone shouted that they should tie flowers on Chen Wuji, carry the tiger all the way with gongs and drums to Yunan City for a tour, to prove the bravery of the Chen men.

This proposal was naturally strongly rejected by Chen Wuji.

He brought this tiger down the mountain to intimidate others, not to let them covet it.

In Yunan City, powers are mixed, and people's hearts are also mixed.

Even those who appear honest on the surface may have exaggerated backgrounds behind them.

Just like the few people Chen Wuji knows, each of them is no ordinary character.

The tiger was skinned and its meat divided on the open ground in front of the ancestral hall, which was temporarily used as a campsite by several skilled members of the clan; the tiger skin was kept as intact as possible, preferably with the tiger's dignified head left attached.

Although it took a bit of time, those few skilled clan members have excellent craftsmanship, and the skin was peeled perfectly.

Afterward, everyone divided the meat on the spot, lit the pot, and began to stew.

Today we are stewing tiger meat.

Chen Wuji generously decided to eat together with the group, sharing this unique meal.

This almost moved Wu Bu Yong, who had just come down the mountain, to tears.

The food was too good.

Chen Wuji is too generous.

So generous that he even doubted himself for being a petty person, having clearly agreed to help others yet only bringing over eighty people down the mountain out of stinginess.

"No, I must do something, or I really can't apologize for this meal!" Wu Bu Yong muttered to himself, his eyes darting around, and suddenly he fixed his gaze on the people of the branch on the opposite plateau.

This branch of the Chen clan behaves improperly, and Chen Wuji also holds a great grudge against them.

Let's deal with them!

Wu Bu Yong suddenly jumped up, swung his whip hard, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Everyone, fall in!"

Everyone was dumbfounded.

What's going on this late at night?

Chen Wuji, who was preparing vegetables, was also startled by that shout and froze, looking over in surprise.

"You bunch of good-for-nothings, how long are you going to rest? Hurry up, fall in and drill!" Wu Bu Yong yelled at the top of his lungs.

The people of the branch on the plateau rarely showed anger on their faces.

After muttering a few words, they still stood up one after another and fell into formation.

Chen Wuji was somewhat surprised.

In just half a day, their formation actually looked quite proper.

"Everyone, thrust!"

Wu Bu Yong stood in front, his veins bulging on his neck as he roared.

"Thrust!"

"Thrust!"

……

Taking advantage of the time before the meal, Wu Bu Yong gave the people of the plateau branch another round of tough training.

Watching them train, Chen Wuji's expression was slightly strange.

Those people of the plateau branch are soft and cowardly; their knees are worth nothing.

What astonishes Chen Wuji is that their training progress is fast, and their formation already has some shape.

What is going on here?