Chapter Seven: The Heart-Shattering Technique

Carrying the leopard’s leg in one hand and the skinned leopard ribs in the other, Cao Yun found that night had already fallen. He urgently needed to find a safer place to spend the night.

In this territory rife with ferocious beasts, caves or locations near mountains were the best choices.

Fortunately, Cao Yun’s luck held out. Not far from where he was, he discovered a cave that bore signs of previous habitation—likely left by a former blood slave.

With a shelter secured, Cao Yun soon found a clearing outside the cave and began to build a fire to roast the meat.

Although he could not remove the gauntlets on his hands, they did not hinder his ability to start the fire or cook.

Watching the leopard leg and ribs sizzling, oil bubbling and crackling over the flames, Cao Yun involuntarily swallowed hard. Days of fleeing and facing death threats had left him scarcely able to eat a proper meal, and now his hunger gnawed relentlessly.

As night deepened, the sky sparkled with stars, and a gentle breeze stirred the air. Cao Yun savored the rare moment of peace, tearing into the leopard meat with large bites.

How wonderful it would be to live like this always—without conflict, without bloodshed—just quietly surviving.

The next morning, a faint shaft of sunlight filtered into the cave, rousing Cao Yun abruptly from one of the few unguarded sleeps he had ever experienced in his life.

The forest dawn was shrouded in mist, the air thick with the scent of flora—breathing it in was refreshing and invigorating. Though hunting fierce beasts was no great challenge for Cao Yun, he decided to complete his task promptly to ensure his safety.

Morning was the prime time for hunting predators, and so it was for Cao Yun as well. Silently, he climbed a large tree and lay prone on a sturdy branch, clutching the short blade he had received from Elder Gui.

Moments ticked by patiently as Cao Yun waited for his prey.

At last, a gray-white wild boar cautiously entered his line of sight.

The boar moved slowly. Seizing the moment, Cao Yun hurled the short blade from the tree.

The blade traced a cold gleam through the air and struck the boar’s back with precision. The boar let out a piercing cry and writhed in agony before collapsing lifelessly.

Cao Yun swiftly leapt down, removed the leather pouch from his back, and stabbed the boar’s neck. Blood surged forth like a fountain. Cao Yun caught a portion in the pouch, then ceased collecting.

Elder Gui had said one beast’s blood was sufficient; Cao Yun did not wish to draw undue attention—concealment was always the wisest path.

As he prepared to butcher the boar, an odd itch suddenly blossomed on his brow. Instinctively scratching, a red light shot forth from his forehead.

The red beam struck the boar, and before Cao Yun could react, a miniature spectral image of the boar was drawn from its body and pulled into his brow by the light.

Such a strange event occurring twice unsettled even someone as experienced as Cao Yun.

The unknown always inspires both reverence and fear.

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