Staying Alive Cautiously in the Celestial Realm and Becoming the Strongest-Chapter 752 - Exchange

Chapter 752: Chapter 752 Exchange

In the small courtyard, Wang Chen was sharpening a knife.

The very knife he sharpened was the Mountain Splitter Blade gifted by Village Chief Shi Laowu.

This blade was three inches wide and about two feet long, with a simple design and a thick back, making it very suitable for chopping and slashing.

In Little Stone Village, the value of such a metal weapon was actually not less than five hundred pounds of cured meat.

This clearly showed the generosity of Village Chief Shi.

However, when the knife came into Wang Chen’s hands, its edge had dulled. He had set it aside and not dealt with it until today, after he advanced to the Flesh Refining Realm, and now he took it out to test its sharpness again.

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Wang Chen, or rather Chen Ergou, often used to sharpen knives and arrowheads for Chen Qiaoshan; this task was all too familiar to him.

Unfortunately, the two weapons that could be used at home had been taken away by Chen Qiaoshan, who had disappeared along with them.

Kachit! Kachit!

One stroke followed another as Wang Chen focused intently on sharpening the Mountain Splitter Blade.

At the same time, he was also honing his own mindset.

Because of his concern for Hu Jiaojiao’s safety, he had been somewhat impatient recently. Although he had successfully advanced, such instability of heart was like a time bomb, ready to explode at any moment!

The martial path tolerated no haste for quick success!

The blade became sharper with each stroke, and his heart grew steadier.

Clang!

Wang Chen sheathed his knife and rose to his full height.

The blade was sharp, and he could no longer hide at home and cultivate in seclusion.

Packing the remaining ten-odd pounds of smoked meat into a cloth bag, he shouldered the Mountain Splitter Blade and a simple pack, and left home.

He didn’t go far before he knocked on the door of a nearby home.

“Doggie?”

The person inside was surprised, “What’s this about?”

Wang Chen replied, “Uncle Yan, I want to join the Hunting Team!”

The man in front of him was none other than the leader of Little Stone Village’s Hunting Team, Yan Wu, a martial artist in the Flesh Refining Realm whose strength was second only to Village Chief Shi Laowu.

Upon hearing Wang Chen’s words, Yan Wu was momentarily stunned, “You, you want to join the Hunting Team?”

“That’s right!”

Wang Chen nodded, patting his pack and saying, “I’m ready.”

“Stop joking!”

Yan Wu couldn’t help but laugh and cry, “How old are you? Besides, you need to be in the Flesh Refining Realm to join the Hunting Team.”

“Hold on!”

His expression suddenly changed, “Doggie, you?”

This leader of the Hunting Team was astonished to find that Wang Chen, standing before him, had grown significantly taller than he was ten days ago, and appeared much more robust in physique.

He didn’t even look like a fifteen-year-old boy anymore!

What mattered most was that Wang Chen was exuding a faint aura that was extremely familiar to him.

Blood energy!

“Uncle Yan, I have already broken through to the Flesh Refining Realm.”

Wang Chen said with a smile, “I promise I won’t drag the Hunting Team down.”

“What!”

Yan Wu’s mind thundered; although he had suspected as much moments before, hearing Wang Chen’s confirmation still left him unable to believe his own ears.

How could this be possible?

Yan Wu blurted out without thinking, “Did you eat some rare medicinal herb or something?”

Within the fog-enshrouded wilderness of great mountains, swamps, and lakes, many precious medicinal herbs grew, some said to transform one’s body and greatly advance one’s cultivation level upon consumption.

But such rare medicine was something Yan Wu had only heard of and never seen.

Wang Chen shook his head without directly answering his question, “Uncle Yan, may I join the Hunting Team?”

“This…”

Returning to his senses, Yan Wu struggled, “Doggie, even if you truly are in the Flesh Refining Realm, it’s not the time for hunting right now. Besides, you don’t have any hunting experience. Let’s talk about this after some time, shall we?”

His mind was a jumbled mess, filled with shock, uncertainty, and incredulity, which is why he subconsciously chose to “drag” things out.

“All right then.”

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How could Wang Chen possibly fail to see Yan Wu’s hesitation and resistance?

He didn’t want to force the other party, so he politely took his leave.

However, Wang Chen didn’t head back to his own home. Instead, he headed straight for the outskirts of the village.

Since Yan Wu was no hope and Wang Chen wasn’t one to ask for help, he decided to hunt on his own.

This decision was not made on a whim by Wang Chen.

First, there was a practical need; he was almost out of meat. Was he supposed to just sit at home and drink cold water?

Secondly, a Martial Artist in the Flesh Refining Realm possessed the ability to protect themselves as long as they didn’t venture into dangerous areas, so safety wasn’t a big concern.

Finally, Chen Ergou was a greenhorn, but Wang Chen certainly was not!

“Doggie, where are you going?”

As villagers greeted him along the way, he simply smiled in response without giving a straight answer.

Then the villagers watched as Wang Chen left the village and soon disappeared into the mist!

Chen Ergou had left the village!

This villager shivered with urgency and hurried to tell the others in the village.

The Chen Family’s boy is courting death!

And the lively clamor of the village could no longer affect Wang Chen, who had entered the fog.

Chen Ergou had never left Little Stone Village. His knowledge of the outside world all came from the stories told by Chen Qiaoshan.

Chen Qiaoshan, as a member of the Hunting Team, naturally went out frequently and was extremely familiar with the surrounding area.

Now, these memories became information that Wang Chen could utilize.

He proceeded cautiously in the northwest direction.

The surroundings were shrouded in dense fog, with visibility not exceeding ten steps, but the nearby woodlands were still discernible.

Every so often, Wang Chen would leave markings on the ground and the trees beside him.

This was an effective way to prevent getting lost.

Another simple method to determine direction was to find the South-Pointing Grass.

This little grass was widely distributed in the wild, and its biggest characteristic was its ability to point out directions, preventing travelers from losing their way.

For his first time leaving the village, Wang Chen was extremely meticulous and cautious in his exploration.

He quickly found that in a large perimeter area outside the village, there were scarcely any wild animals to be seen.

Or to say, Desolate Beasts.

This was actually quite normal; the area had been scoured by the village’s Hunters countless times, and the Desolate Beasts were somewhat intelligent and very alert.

They would not appear frequently where their kin had been continuously slaughtered.

Therefore, if Wang Chen wanted to hunt Desolate Beasts or even Fierce Beasts, he would have to venture deeper into the mist.

When walking in the fog, due to the obscure sights, it’s easy to experience the phenomenon of “ghost hitting the wall,” or walking in circles.

If one is not familiar with the terrain, it would be even worse.

However, Wang Chen, bold and skilled, kept delving deeper into the fog, exploring the secrets of this world.

It was said that this world was once normal, with clear skies and green waters, and countless human tribes thriving therein.

Now, everyone was huddled inside villages, big and small.

Wang Chen stopped in his tracks and looked around at the towering trees hidden in the mist, feeling as if he had fallen into a gigantic cage.

Even if he could break free from here, he would fall into another, even larger prison!

He pressed down the turmoil in his heart and began an extensive search in the forest he had just entered.

Goo-goo!

Suddenly, a sound similar to the cooing of a pigeon abruptly rose.

The next moment, Wang Chen heard a “flapping” noise, as if something was rapidly swooping towards him!

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