Chapter 66: Different Perspectives

The scarred tiger was sprinting wildly through the forest, completely unaware of the presence of the two humans following closely behind it:

In the instant that this predator, which roared through the mountains and forests, did not notice, the positions of "hunter" and "prey" had quietly shifted.

Furthermore, in Feng Zi's eyes, that tiger did not even count as "prey"; it could only be considered bait to test the waters!

As the two went deeper, the surrounding trees became increasingly lush and gnarled, rotting dead leaves almost completely covered the ground, and weeds and mushrooms grew profusely—

In short, there was not the slightest trace of human activity here; everything was in its natural state!

Seeing the surrounding scenery become increasingly "primitive," Feng Zi understood that his judgment was correct.

But as his footsteps went deeper, the burning heat in Feng Zi's heart gradually diminished, and his gaze became increasingly calm:

It was not that he was no longer excited, but that he was forcing himself to calm down, forcibly restraining the agitation and ecstasy in his heart.

Feng Zi understood that the closer one is to success, the easier it is to fall short of success; one must never let emotions cloud judgment!

Finally, as that tiger dove into a high mountain like the wind, Feng Zi pulled on Qing Lin, who was beside him.

"What is it?" Seeing this, Qing Lin was greatly puzzled, tilted her head in confusion, and looked into Feng Zi's eyes.

Feng Zi pointed his hand toward the mountainside of that high mountain and whispered, "Look, is there a tiger there that is different from the others?"

Following the direction he pointed, Qing Lin cast her gaze over and indeed saw the target he spoke of:

It was a black giant tiger, about three to five zhang long, with a huge and sturdy build, and no variegated fur on its entire body!

Just looking at its appearance, the size of this giant tiger was several times larger than an ordinary adult tiger!

But it was obvious that compared to Feng Zi, in Qing Lin's "eyes," the things she could see were much richer:

In her view, surging Qi and Blood Power flowed within that black tiger's body, which was even more intense than the difference in their physical sizes.

Qing Lin was truly too weak, so much so that when she saw such a "delicious" prey, she subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva:

"I see it, it looks like it would be very tasty..."

In fact, the first time she saw Feng Zi, a similar thought had arisen in Qing Lin's heart.

But in her subconscious, Feng Zi and she were "of the same kind," an object that must absolutely not be harmed or betrayed.

Regarding Qing Lin's evaluation, Feng Zi was stunned for a moment, then immediately patted the other's head, unable to laugh or cry:

"Don't think about eating for now. When we wipe out the tiger pack on that mountain, the tiger spirit's Qi and Blood Origin will belong to me, and everything else will belong to you."

Even though Feng Zi did not have the terrifying sensory ability of Qing Lin, relying on his eyes that far exceeded those of ordinary people, in his observation:

At least within the range of his vision, including the leading tiger spirit, there were at least ten adult fierce tigers!

It was precisely at the first moment he saw that tiger spirit that Feng Zi understood that the so-called tiger plague in Yuanping County should only be a few ordinary tigers under that tiger spirit's command.

Otherwise, faced with such obvious physical characteristics, why did no one in Yuanping County know what it looked like?

Even if ordinary people were completely unaware of this, the County Government Office that posted the tiger-hunting notices should at least have described the specific characteristics, right?

Those two Martial Masters who aimed to break through to the Transformation Realm should also understand what their "prey" ought to look like, right?

Yet the fact was that, including Feng Zi, an outsider, all the Martial Artists who went up the mountain to hunt tigers did not know the true form of the tiger spirit.

And this also led him to deduce a very unbelievable conclusion:

The ability of the Martial Artists here was so poor that it could not be compared to Wutai County at all!

This made Feng Zi secretly wonder whether Wutai County was too out of place, or if other places were too lax in their military preparedness?

Hearing this promise from Feng Zi, the light in Qing Lin's eyes became even brighter, and she immediately said excitedly, "Cun Xin, tell me, what do you want me to do?"

Well, even in such an excited state, she still did not forget to address him by his pseudonym, which made Feng Zi feel quite gratified in his heart.

But he shook his head with a smile and did not answer this question immediately:

"Still the same thing: no matter how urgent the situation is, do not lose your footing because of haste—first, scout the surrounding situation."

"Oh, I forgot again..." Qing Lin subconsciously smoothed her hair and closed her eyes.

Before long, she gave an answer exactly the same as Feng Zi's expectation:

"The group of people closest to us is still wandering on the mountain where we were before, but more and more people are gathering toward that mountain."

Feng Zi pondered for a moment, calculating the distance between the two places:

"According to the speed at which we came, the straight-line distance between the two places is about one hundred li. According to the most pessimistic estimate, a Martial Artist can gallop at most fifty li a day.

"But if those two Martial Masters lose their patience and rush over alone... we have at most about one day!"

Listening to Feng Zi's deliberation, Qing Lin looked at him with some confusion and subconsciously tilted her head:

She did not understand why, even if he only relied on Feng Zi's own strength, he could crush all the enemies in the mountains, so why was he so cautious?

To tell the truth, Qing Lin really could not understand that it was almost impossible for Feng Zi to fail—unless a bolt of lightning happened to strike him.

But Qing Lin did not speak the doubt in her heart, because she understood that Feng Zi was always smarter than her, and listening to him would definitely not be wrong.

Feng Zi certainly did not know what Qing Lin was thinking; he simply calculated for a moment, then pointed to the towering high mountain in front of him and whispered:

"My plan is very simple: go straight for the target and kill that black tiger spirit.

"Later, we will head straight toward the direction of the tiger spirit, and I will deal with that tiger spirit.

"Of course, that tiger spirit possesses a certain degree of intelligence. In the event of encountering us, the other party will definitely call all the tigers in the mountains to come.

"And those evil tigers will be your target, Yue Yu—you must do your best to stop them and let me free up all my energy to kill the tiger spirit.

"Of course, if you cannot handle these troubles, you do not need to force yourself; just flee back here on your own and wait for me to rendezvous with you."

Why flee? Why would she be unable to beat these annoying tigers? Wouldn't it be fine to just slap them to death?

Faced with Feng Zi's arrangement, Qing Lin's heart was full of confusion.

But she did not refute Feng Zi's words; she just nodded seriously: "I understand, I will definitely not let Cun Xin's hunt be disturbed!"

Hearing this, Feng Zi smiled and patted the other's shoulder: "Safety is the most important thing; don't put too much pressure on yourself."

After saying that, he looked toward the towering high mountain, his gaze cold and stern: "Move!"