Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness-Chapter 732 - 729: The Final Hunt

People had long forgotten the feeling of the last time the sun rose above the ice sheet—it felt distant, so distant that it blurred in their memory.

They witnessed an entire polar night, and now witnessed the light rise again, which was truly exhilarating.

In the first hall of the Wilderness Club, the crowd was bustling, with everyone standing up, eyes fixed on the screen, biting down on that streak of purple light, regardless of the pressure from people behind, resembling the majestic scene of climbing Mount Tai in the middle of the night to watch the sunrise.

The number of viewers in the live broadcast kept climbing, and at some point, the promotional images had transformed into the same earth, the same starry sky, the same purple light, as if nearly ten million people were simultaneously witnessing the magnificent Arctic sunrise.

In the barrage, everyone spoke their minds, their eyes filled with anticipation, nervous yet excited—they had been waiting for nearly a hundred days!

Over a quarter of a year, this was the longest stream Bi Fang had ever hosted, and it was also the most thrilling one that all the viewers had ever seen.

Hunting musk oxen, a whirlwind of reindeer, rescuing gray whales, snowstorms, sled dogs, polar bears, auroras, starry skies, ice sheets—everything had been eye-opening for the people.

They had admired, experienced, and marveled at everything the Arctic had to offer.

Though the long night sky was romantic, true eternity lay in racing through the light.

The sun, something youuld simply look up to see, had never been as precious as it was at this moment, the most dazzling and valuable among the stars.

Bi Fang pulled the rope, stopped in his tracks, and his eyes suddenly widened, a glint of gold lighting up the pitch-black pupils.

The newborn sun rose above the horizon, sunshine sprawled across the land for miles, a vast expanse.

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It was only a moment, but it seemed to dispel the bitterld, making everything less intimidating and wearisome, tempting one to sleepmfortably.

The drone landed behind him, and at over one meter eighty-five tall, he appeared extremely tall, his long shadow trailing across the ice sheet.

The sun cast a dazzling golden glow on Bi Fang’s shadow, too brilliant to look at directly.

All his muscles were slightly moving, and even through the thick layers of clothing, it was as if theyuld smell the fragrance of sunlight, each cell breathing greedily, trying to extract long-missed energy.

Daylight got his body back to functioning normally again, making his bones strong and resilient.

People are indeed beings that need to live under the sunlight.

"It’s over,"

Bi Fang said softly.

In a few months, this place would weme the midnight sun, with the sun that would also not set for an equally long stretch of time.

This was yet another spectacle created by the rotation of the stars.

In this extended season of endless daylight, owls and bats would break their habit of moving in the dark and fly about in the "white night."

Plants also made full use of this beneficial yet brief growing season to quicklymplete their life cycles of growth, flowering, and fruiting.

Dandelion seedlings would break through the soil and soon grow vigorous and stout, then swiftly spread across the fields, budding profusely—in just a day or two, they would turn into fields of gold flowers, and within a week, they would form fuzzy globes of seeds.

How beautiful it was!

There were still many sights to witness, more adventures to experience, anduntless things yet to try.

Bi Fang’s eyes were filled with vitality and hope; he spread his arms,

and embraced the entire sun!

...

Arctic Wilderness Survival for a hundred days.

Bi Fang shouldered his backpack, dismantled the wooden hut he had painstakingly built, and erased every trace of his presence.

When anyone traveling in the wilderness spottedlorful ribbons, various markers, or notches carved into trees left by those who came before, the feeling of a solo adventure they longed for would bempletely dissipated.

In the end, Bi Fang looked up at the sun, which had risen halfway before losing its strength.

The weather was clear, and the perceived wind speed was almost the same as the day he set out.

The remaining food was left exposed on the earth, waiting for the nextmer to devour itmpletely, returning everything back to the natural cycle.

The six loyal dogs, still waiting, took off once again, not heading towards Whale Bay but along theastline towards the northwest.

The terrain in that direction was open and had no wind channels, rendering hunting seals impossible even if he spotted some during a windstorm.

In the final moments, Bi Fang hoped to try his luck at catching a seal, not for its meat or the kill, but just for the challenge.

He wanted to mark the end of his adventure with a hunt, perfecting it as a craft.

Aboard the swiftly moving sled, Bi Fangnstantly stood up to look into the distance, his superior abilities allowing him to easily spot anything afar.

An hour and a half later, in front of a small iceberg, Bi Fang called the excited sled dogs to a halt.

He had spotted a seal, about 2 kilometers away.

The audience followed the direction Bi Fang pointed, seeing only a vast expanse of white and feeling no doubt, theirmments flooding in, more excited than the sled dogs themselves.

They finally understood that Bi Fang indeed had the right and means to hunt seals.

[What does seal taste like?]

[Research station YYDS!]

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The drone switched to a telephoto lens for a shot, then magnified the retrospective screen to 100%, where the audience finally saw what seemed to be a small black dot—no wait, there seemed to be more than one!

Ofurse, Bi Fang was certain of it,nfident in his eyesight that those were seals. But right now, what he needed to do was not to guide his online friends but to secure the dogs.

Lately, the six big dogs had bme more rowdy, which Bi Fang suspected was due to being overfed.

To avoid wasting food, these days each dog was being fed more than enough, eating till stuffed every day and visibly gaining weight, theirats sleek and shining, looking prosperous enough to fetch a high price in a dog meat market.

Bi Fang used his dagger to dig a hole in the ice, securing the dog’s tether, followed by a 10-minute beat-down, essentially slamming down anyone who stood up until all the sled dogs obediently laid down on the ice.

With the sled dogs settled, Bi Fang began preparing his weapon and camouflaging shield.

He used two T-shaped wooden frames to hold up a piece of white fabric, forming a barrier.

"This is an essential tool for Inuit hunters when hunting seals, aimed at allowing the hunter to approach the seals with betterncealment, to avoid startling them. This white cloth frame is called a ’blind’ in English."

Bi Fang used his dagger to dig a hole in the ice, securing the dog’s tether, followed by a 10-minute beat-down, essentially slamming down anyone who stood up until all the sled dogs obediently laid down on the ice.

With the sled dogs settled, Bi Fang began preparing his weapon and camouflaging shield.

He used two T-shaped wooden frames to hold up a piece of white fabric, forming a barrier.

"This is an essential tool for Inuit hunters when hunting seals, aimed at allowing the hunter to approach the seals with betterncealment, to avoid startling them. This white cloth frame is called a ’blind’ in English."