Chapter 494: Chapter 310: Solo Hunt of Three Beasts, Crushing the Geniuses, White-faced Red Bow, Fame Spreads Across Feilong (Part 4)

Solely relying on bow and arrow is no easy task. Therefore, the great clans often hold "Winter Hunts" and "Spring Hunts" as activities. It is because hunting can nurture a spirit of courage and gallantry, the difficulty is immense, obstacles are numerous, and it reveals one’s skills and prowess.

Yang Wentian skinned the animal on the spot, chopped off the bear paw, took out the tiger’s heart, and tossed them into a clear soup, adding the first dish. As the young heroes returned from hunting, this meal, with wine and meat, did not seek fine taste, but rather the untamed wildness of eating raw flesh and drinking blood.

Yang Wentian began... others displayed their game one by one. They cut the most precious parts from each wild beast, tossed them into the Clear Water soup. Then they sprinkled some cooking wine, aromatic spices... the scent of meat filled the air, the aroma was overpowering.

This grand feast of wine and meat, did not savor the taste, but indulged in wildness. Hua Wu, Zhou Ting... and others all had abundant game, leopards, boars, oxen, eagles... all richly provided. A pot of fresh soup, contained dozens of ferocious beasts.

It could truly be called a "Hundred Beast Marvel Soup", a pure soup of utmost yang.

Whenever someone hunted a large beast, everyone would cheer loudly. Gu Nianjun, Little Sister Mu presented theirs, further eliciting cries of praise, commending their excellent archery and skill.

Zhou Shijie noticed Wang Dezhong drinking wine alone, and asked, "Brother Wang, Brother Wang, you’re the only one left, why don’t you show us your game? I heard from your Sword Sect brothers, that you have natural extraordinary eyes, in the matter of tracking fierce beasts, you belong to the top tier!"

Gu Nianjun and Little Sister Mu exchanged glances, both thinking: "With extraordinary eyes, you can track the snow bear’s movements, could it be that the one who shot the snow bear is this Wang Dezhong?"

Wang Dezhong shook his head and said, "I didn’t catch any game."

Everyone smiled at his words, all thinking Wang Dezhong was being modest, surely his game was splendid, wanting to first hold back. Little Sister Mu, hands on hips, said: "Brother Wang, don’t be modest, quickly show us that Snow Beast."

Gu Nianjun chuckled and clasped his hands, saying: "Brother Wang has extraordinary archery skills, Nianjun greatly admires it. After the banquet, would it be possible for Nianjun to visit you?"

Zhou Shijie, Yue Kai, Yang Wentian, and others, upon hearing "Snow Beast", all cast their gaze. Zhou Shijie, hearing Gu Nianjun’s wish to visit, with a tone full of admiration, having known each other for a long time, had never received such an honor. He couldn’t help but pay more attention.

Wang Dezhong’s expression changed, saying: "You all know?"

Little Sister Mu said: "Naturally." Wang Dezhong sighed and said: "I never wished to mention this again, but since it’s already known, I might as well not hide it."

He stepped forward again, unfastened the bag of shrunken meat. Shook it towards the ground, not a single beast inside. Zhou Shijie asked in amazement: "Brother Wang, where’s your game?"

Wang Dezhong, face dimmed, said: "I said, I have no game. Since Little Sister also knows this matter, it’s better for her to speak."

When Yang Wentian returned to the inn, he saw Wang Dezhong drinking in melancholic silence. Upon trying to converse, little was spoken. Knowing he had matters troubling him, he asked: "Could it be that your game was stolen?"

Wang Dezhong remained silent. Everyone turned to look at Little Sister Mu.

Little Sister Mu took a step back, exchanged a glance with Gu Nianjun, both feeling confused, said: "What are you saying? Brother Wang... your affair is making me feel odd."

Wang Dezhong was taken aback, "Didn’t you already know? That expert... didn’t he tell you about it?"

It turned out... he also guessed that the White-faced Red Bow was among the fellow travelers. Hearing Little Sister Mu knew what happened, he guessed the White-faced Red Bow had already informed her.

Little Sister Mu frowned and asked: "What person?" Wang Dezhong gaped and laughed warmly, realizing his own sensitivity, which gave rise to misunderstanding, and laughed: "It’s better not knowing, not knowing is fine. Then let it be that I lost, anyway... I will never shoot arrows again."

Gu Nianjun, keenly aware of something odd within, curious beyond measure, asked: "Brother Wang, what exactly did you encounter, to seem so despondent?"

Zhou Shijie, Yang Wentian, Yue Kai... many junior brothers and sisters of the Five Great Sword Sects, Luo Feiyan... all extremely curious, kept on asking.

Wang Dezhong, seeing nothing further to hide, already slightly tipsy from the wine, said: "Very well, very well... since it is so, let me tell you. When this matter is told, you will surely be astonished. Before today, I never imagined, among my peers, there would be someone with such terrifying archery skills."