Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness-Chapter 496 - 493 Welcome to the World’s Dining Table

Chapter 496: Chapter 493 Welcome to the World’s Dining Table

So that’s how it is.

The audience had an epiphany.

The niche development of modern archery ensured that almost no one knew about the intricacies of primitive bows and arrows.

If you really ended up in the wilderness, you wouldn’t know how many times you had to experiment to understand this technique.

Sometimes you might hit the target directly, but it’s usually because the distance is short and luck plays a part.

But once you know this in advance and consciously practice it with a bias, you can quickly get the hang of it.

[Learned another trick, now off to the Olympics]

[The Olympics are all about modern archery, you wouldn’t get a chance to showcase the archer’s paradox there.]

[This is so damn complicated, how much do you have to adjust?]

[Still have to practice more.]

[Watching Boss Fang’s livestream isn’t for anything else, just for this learning atmosphere. With it, I’ve even passed my postgraduate exams.]

“We’re not competing in a match, we just need to hit the target. Understand that, then get familiar with using the bow and arrow, and basically you’ll be fine,” Bi Fang said.

Bi Fang, with a basket of arrows on his back, was moving briskly through the jungle, dressed in grass skirts and necklaces, a spitting image of a primitive elite.

A warrior among primordial humans.

[What primitive man? Clearly a prince of elves!]

[Won’t watch The Lord of the Rings 4 without you]

[Let Master Fang play a Hobbit from the East]

[Damn, a Hobbit from the East]

Bi Fang patiently searched the ground for animal tracks.

“Now it’s early morning, the best time to observe animal footprints. The air is fresh, which makes it easier to observe. Nighttime is also when animals are most active, so the signs are more evident in the morning. The dew on the ground can also reveal some clues,” he explained.

For this outing, Bi Fang had also put on some camouflage. He draped himself with leafy vines and donned a floral crown, a simple environmental disguise.

He kept taking deep breaths, capturing every scent in the air.

Soon, under his search, some traces became evident. On the black soil, a pale yellow-white stain stood out conspicuously.

He squatted down, closed in to sniff, and a faint stench mixed with the scent of the earth entered his nostrils.

Bi Fang confirmed, “Judging from the looks and texture, it’s bird droppings.”

The dense leaves overhead blocked the sky, but Bi Fang noticed that some areas weren’t covered by dead branches, and the soil underneath had signs of being disturbed.

“With such dense leaves, it’s unlikely to be bird droppings. The turned soil suggests it’s probably looking for insects to eat.”

[Pheasant!]

Although not understanding himself, Bi Fang spoke out the analysis process, and the audience quickly guessed it!

This joint hunting experience excited everyone, especially when they directly mentioned the prey, it felt as if they had been searching through the woods and found the game themselves.

Suddenly, the live broadcast room was scattered with rewards again, urging Bi Fang to catch and stew them into a soup.

Bi Fang gave an OK sign with his hand.

He didn’t want to miss out on a ground runner that was finally within reach.

Now with plenty of clay in hand, a furnace built, and charcoal available, Bi Fang could try making a pottery jar. Sprinkling some vegetable leaves and salt, he could indeed make some soup!

Thinking this, Bi Fang’s mouth watered, already hungry early in the morning.

Following the strongest scent in the air, the traces where dew was scraped off were very noticeable, and on the ground… footprints!

The audience, with their sharp eyes, spotted the three-pronged footprints on the ground!

[Go, go, go!]

[Kill the pheasant, make chicken soup!]

[I’m a double agent! Codename: Pangolin!]

Following the footprints and scent, Bi Fang traced his way and soon found two shadows flying at low altitude in the rainforest where the mist was thinning.

Bi Fang watched for a while.

Pheasants!

At this moment, the pheasants seemed to be fighting, fluttering a few times before stopping to peck at food, and after a while, they continued their scuffle.

From a distance, the pheasants had no clue about Bi Fang, concealed in his camouflage.

A special forces soldier in disguise could outdo mimetic animals; being spotted by two wild pheasants would mean no more living for Bi Fang.

[Damn, pheasants can really fly!]

[Are these pheasants? They look nothing like chickens.]

[Their feathers look so beautiful.]

The drone moved closer, with no mist to obstruct the view, giving the audience a clearer view than even Bi Fang.

These two pheasants looked vastly different from ordinary chickens, nothing like the shape of a chicken, with brighter plumage. The long feathers on the tail were proudly erected, slightly drooping at the tips, appearing exceptionally beautiful.

[Is this a pheasant? Doesn’t seem quite like what I imagined?]

Bi Fang observed for a long while before making out the details through the mist. Excitement filled him as he explained in a low voice, “They are pheasants.”

Finally, he encountered prey he could capture!

The previous attempts, whether national first-class or second-class, he could see but not catch, much less eat, had nearly driven Bi Fang to a nervous breakdown.

Although pheasants are also somewhat protected, they are just San You. Bi Fang had a hunting permit; he could catch them!

[Pheasants, I remember eating them as a child, then we weren’t allowed to catch them anymore…]

[I’ve eaten it once, wow, the taste, one word, sublime!]

[Isn’t this San You? Have you guys eaten it?]

[If Old Fang can catch it, then so be it, but the rest of you, stay and have tea with me.]

[San You protection levels aren’t high,,, it’s not illegal until a certain number is reached…]

Pheasants rely on their hearing and vision to evade predators; their sense of smell is just as acute, so Bi Fang moved very slowly, using the camouflage on his body as well as trees and bushes to conceal himself as he stealthily approached.

As for scent, Bi Fang covered himself with red mud mixed with mosquito-repellent herbs every day, which only gave off a faint fragrance.

Still, he did not take any chances but moved upwind.

Viewers held their breaths, watching as Bi Fang inched closer and closer.

Fifty meters, forty meters.

The pheasants seemed to be arguing; after some flustering, one of them suddenly leaped up and flew towards Bi Fang’s direction.

Pheasants have strong legs and are good runners, but not adept fliers, fluttering a few meters before falling down.

Bi Fang halted his steps and hid behind a bush, quietly pulling out an arrow from behind and holding it in his hand.

Forty meters was too far; even a pistol might not be precise at this distance, and no matter how superior the performance of the bow and arrow, Bi Fang had no confidence in making the shot.

Especially when hunting small targets like pheasants, the accuracy of all hunting tools must be halved.

The spear required getting within five meters, the blowpipe within ten meters, and the dart within fifteen meters.

As for archery, Bi Fang needed to be within twenty meters to have more than a seventy percent chance of hitting with a single shot!

To increase his chances of success, he had even applied a small amount of poison from the Blood-Sealing Throat Tree to the arrowhead, ensuring that if he injured a pheasant, it could not escape the jungle.

With the help of the bushes, Bi Fang, with leafy vines on his body, blended perfectly with the surroundings; the two pheasants, without any caution, ran toward his direction.

Bi Fang’s gaze was fixed on the birds, calculating the distance between them.

Thirty meters.

It still wasn’t enough. The handmade primitive arrows were simply not reliable at that range. Closer.

Thirty-two meters.

The pheasants flew away with a flutter.

The viewers, who had been holding their breaths, suddenly couldn’t contain themselves.

[It’s over, they flew away!]

[Damn, they’ve changed direction]

[What to do, don’t tell me he’s going to chase them]

“Wait a while longer,”

Bi Fang mouthed without making a sound, remaining motionless behind the bush, but the arrow was already nocked on the bowstring.

In the live stream, viewers suddenly realized that the third-person perspective had long since switched to first-person; the view was eerily steady, with no sense of breathing fluctuation.

The previously impatient viewers seemed to be calmed by this stability, and the number of bullet comments gradually slowed.

The two pheasants continued to leap back and forth, flying between twenty-five to thirty-five meters, appearing to revel in the insects in the soil of this area.

As time went by and the sun rose higher, the temperature in the forest climbed again; the air brimmed with dry heat, but none of this affected Bi Fang. He was like a wild grass, firmly rooted in the soil.

His sharp gaze was like that of an eagle, and his waiting stance resembled a tiger.

Finally.

After a scuffle, the two pheasants quietly crossed the line!

Nineteen meters!

A faint sound of wooden fiber compression rose as immense tension contained within the full draw of the bow slowly aligned with the target.

Now everyone saw clearly, Bi Fang wasn’t aiming the arrowhead at the pheasant but at the air slightly above its tail feathers!

That area was clearly empty!

But Bi Fang felt, now was the moment!

His fingers released sharply.

The tremendous potential energy was suddenly unleashed, violently propelling the end of the bow and arrow, and the great force deformed and bent the arrow momentarily before it furiously shot forward.

But all this happened in a slow-motion world, to the viewers, Bi Fang was holding his breath, and in the blink of an eye, the arrow flashed out like a streak of black lightning!

The pheasant in the bushes was struck and flew off by the arrow, oblivious to the fact it had been attacked.

Only the second pheasant, upon seeing its kin wounded, opened its wings in shock and took to the air, but Bi Fang wouldn’t miss this chance. He rushed out of the bushes; however, the running speed of the pheasant was too fast. When it fluttered from the bushes and landed again, it nearly became a shadow, with the arrow grazing past its body.

By the time Bi Fang had nocked a third arrow, the shadow had darted left and right, vanishing into the jungle.

Bi Fang replaced the third arrow into his quiver and jogged to where the first pheasant he had shot lay.

The entire arrow had gone through its back, trailing a burst of fresh blood, hitting the bullseye.

The toxicity of the arrowhead entered the chicken’s body, causing the whole bird to tremble.

Bi Fang pulled the arrow from the ground, placing the chicken into his back basket, and then turned to look for the second arrow.

[Can only say got lucky giving the streamer a yacht*1 — Envious of Boss Fang having chicken soup]

[Niu Pi Ke La Si is giving the streamer meatballs*10 — World’s number one jungler: Master Fang]

[Master Fang Master Fang I love you is giving the streamer soda*20 — Master Fang has devoured his own food demon!]

[Yay, hit!]

Updat𝓮d from freewēbnoveℓ.com.

[Now part of KFC’s luxurious lunch!]

[Master Fang: Welcome to the world’s dining table]

“Haha, thank you for the support, everyone. But please, don’t imitate me; not all wild chickens look like domestic chickens. Many are class I or II protected animals, which ordinary people can hardly recognize.”

[Everyone, don’t imitate me, referring to shooting a pheasant through with one arrow]

[The eternal hunt has begun]

Bi Fang came to a tree and pulled an arrowhead from it.

Just as he was about to put it back into his bag, he noticed the faint red bloodstains on it.

“Hit?”