Time Travel: My Comfortable Life After Going to the Countryside

As Liu Xiangyang looked at it, the intense killing intent in his eyes slowly receded like a tide. He thought of the two fat badgers in the space, the women at home waiting for him to return, and even... inexplicably, he thought of Dr. Han's cloudy yet unwilling eyes.

He was silent for a few seconds, then slowly loosened his grip on the last short spear, his fingers spreading, then slowly clenching again, finally letting it hang down at his side.

He turned away from the she-wolf, walked back to the fire, squatted down, picked up a few pieces of dry firewood, carefully placed them on the burning embers, and gently blew on them.

"call--"

The flames reignited, their orange-red light leaping and dispelling the surrounding chill and stench of blood, illuminating his blood-stained yet remarkably serene profile.

Behind me, I heard the faint, almost inaudible sound of withered leaves being trampled, a soft rustling that faded into the distance.

The mother wolf retreated, silently disappearing into the boundless darkness.

Liu Xiangyang did not turn around. He sat by the fire, quietly watching the flames burn. The surging blood and qi after the fierce battle were slowly calming down, and his heartbeat and breathing gradually returned to normal.

After resting for about fifteen minutes, he stood up and began to clean up the battlefield.

The nine wolf carcasses were all young, strong wolves in their prime. Although their summer fur was thin, it could be tanned and pieced together to make something. The wolf meat was coarse, but it was better than nothing. They could go back and exchange it for work points in the village in Xue Bingbing's name, which would win people's hearts and reduce their resentment towards them for getting good positions.

Wolf oil is a good medicinal material, wolf teeth can be used to make a necklace for each woman, and wolf thigh bones can be kept as a memento.

He swiftly removed the wolf teeth, especially the two from the alpha wolf. He kept those two for himself and distributed the rest among his women.

Liu Xiangyang covered the bloodstains on the ground with some soil, added a few more pieces of firewood to the fire, and lay down on the blanket to sleep.

By the time the morning light fully illuminated the mountains and forests the next day, Liu Xiangyang had already finished packing.

The fire was completely extinguished and buried, and the traces of last night's fierce battle were erased as much as possible. The faint smell of blood remaining in the air would soon be carried away by the forest wind.

He ate some dry rations, drank some water, determined his direction, and continued heading towards the southeastern slope.

He was full of energy and strength, his steps were light and steady, his mental perception continued to spread and cover the surroundings, and he carried a short spear in his hand. He seemed casual, but in fact he could unleash a fatal blow at any time.

The deeper you go, the taller the trees become. Old red pines and linden trees that would take several people to encircle are everywhere. The pine needles and fallen leaves under the trees are piled up in a thick layer, soft and silent when you step on them.

"This kind of place seems like a breeding ground for old ginseng." Liu Xiangyang's gaze swept over the shady slopes and the base of the big trees. He slowed his pace and carefully probed with his spiritual power.

He searched slowly on the slope, referring to the description in Dr. Han's notes. As time passed, he found a few young ginseng plants but didn't touch them. He only added some Acanthopanax senticosus and Schisandra chinensis.

Around noon, after crossing a mountain ridge, the terrain opened up before us.

A sunny, gentle slope is dotted with weathered boulders. A mountain stream flows gently below the slope, while old linden trees and red pines stand in a pleasing arrangement on the slope. The area is bathed in sunlight and lush with vegetation.

"This is the kind of environment I'm looking for." Liu Xiangyang's spirits lifted, and he walked to the center of the slope to take a look. The soil in the shady area was dark and fertile, with just the right amount of moisture. He squatted down and grabbed a handful of soil, which was soft and fresh.

He searched carefully along the slope, his eyes sweeping over every tree root protrusion and rock crevice.

As his gaze swept across the edge of a birch forest near the stream, several moving light brown spots caught his attention. The spots were small, but their slow-moving tracks were clearly visible against the green background.

He focused intently, adjusting his breathing to slow his heartbeat so he could concentrate.

It was about a hundred meters away, but it was on the edge of a relatively open meadow, where the sunlight was shining directly on the area.

They were sika deer, and more than one of them. Look at their elegant, head-raised posture, their light gait, and... one of them had a prominent, fur-covered antler protrusion on its head.

"Sika deer..." Liu Xiangyang's eyes lit up. Every part of a deer is valuable. The meat is delicious, the antlers are precious, and the blood is also nourishing. This male deer's antlers are at their best.

His mind raced. The herd of sika deer was about 70 or 80 meters away from him, with trees in between to provide cover. The deer were wary, especially the males. The wind direction was unfavorable, and a strong charge would surely scare them away.

You need to approach silently and then strike a fatal blow.

He slowly retreated behind a rock, completely out of the deer's sight. He took out his hunting rifle from his spatial storage, checked it, and then slung it back over his shoulder—the gunshot was too loud.

He held the short spear in his hand. Forty meters was the maximum throwing distance for an ordinary person, but for him, it was still within his precise killing range. He needed a more stable angle and timing.

Liu Xiangyang began to move. His steps were as light as a cat's, landing silently. He made full use of every terrain and vegetation for cover, and with amazing agility and coordination, he maneuvered to the side and rear of the deer herd.

Thirty meters... twenty-five meters... twenty meters...

The deer were completely unaware. The male deer even lowered its head to nibble on a clump of tender grass.

Eighteen meters!

This distance is foolproof.

Liu Xiangyang stopped behind an old linden tree, crouching slightly like a cheetah poised to pounce. His gaze was fixed on the back of the stag's shoulder, where its heart would be.

Inhale, concentrate, and the power of your waist and legs explodes instantly. Twist your body, extend your shoulders, and swing your arms—the movements are completed in one smooth motion, so fast that only a blur remains!

"call out--!"

The short spear flew from his hand with a sharp, piercing sound! The spear even left a blurry, trembling shadow in the air!

The distance of more than forty meters was covered in the blink of an eye!

The buck had just looked up in surprise when the short spear pierced its body like a black lightning bolt!

"puff!"

A heavy thud! The spearhead pierced through the stag's left flank, penetrating its lungs without resistance. The immense kinetic energy caused the stag to stagger backward a step!

The stag couldn't even utter a complete cry before its powerful body crashed to the ground, blood gushing from its mouth, nose, and wounds. Its limbs twitched violently a few times before it stopped moving.

The other deer were terrified. The mother deer let out a short cry and, with her fawn, darted into the dense forest like a whirlwind and disappeared.

Liu Xiangyang then emerged from behind the tree, his steps steady, and walked to the deer carcass, drawing his short spear. The spear remained sturdy, the oak and iron forming a seamless whole.

With his prey in hand, he looked at the stag with satisfaction and began to prepare it.

First, take the velvet. With precise knife strokes, cut off a complete pair of "two-bar" velvets along the base of the horn plate. While still warm and full of blood, quickly wrap them in moss and birch bark and store them in the space.

Collect the deer blood, elevate the deer carcass, cut open the carotid artery, and let the bright red deer blood gushed into the military water bottle. Fill the bottle to the brim, seal it, and since the blood is warm, it needs to be mixed with wine when you get back. Store the rest of the deer blood in your spatial storage.

Skinning and cutting: the deer skin is peeled off intact, the deer meat is cut into large pieces according to the parts, the heart and liver are left, and the rest of the internal organs are buried on the spot.

The whole process was clean and efficient, taking only a little over half an hour. When the last piece of deer tenderloin was put into the space, the sun had just passed its zenith.

The harvest was plentiful: deer antlers, deer blood, venison, and deer hide—all truly valuable items.

After cleaning up the site, he returned to the center of the slope and continued searching for old ginseng.

Perhaps it was good luck, but just as the sun was setting and he was preparing to search more carefully the next day, his spiritual power swept over a spot of bright red at the base of a shady giant rock.

He hurried over, parted the dense ferns and lampstand, and a bright red spot caught his eye.