Rebirth in a Courtyard: I Am a Little Hunter

As dawn broke, the cool air, carrying the moist scent of dew, streamed into the hunter's cabin through the open wooden windows. Wei Chen opened his eyes to find the soft, constant "sunlight," simulated by the space, evenly bathing the comfortable, modern bedroom. The fatigue of the previous night had long since vanished thanks to deep sleep and the space's unique restorative properties.

He rolled out of bed, his bare feet sinking into the warm wooden floor, and headed straight for the kitchen. With a thought, the pot of rich, milky-white beef bone broth left over from last night appeared on the modern stove. He turned on the switch, and a pale blue flame licked the bottom of the pot. The rich aroma of meat, accompanied by soft bubbling sounds, quickly filled the room, stimulating his stomach, which had been dormant all night.

Wei Chen then took out the cloth bag that his mother, Wang Xiulan, had given him before she left from his spatial backpack. Inside were several golden, hard cornbread buns. He carefully broke the buns into small pieces and put them into a wide-mouthed bowl.

When the beef bone broth boils again, the thick, white broth is ladled out and poured over the steaming cornbread. The dry, hard cornbread quickly absorbs the broth, becoming soft and plump, and the rich aroma of meat mixed with the sweet fragrance of corn rises up.

He held the simple yet heartfelt and energizing breakfast in his hands, sitting on a high stool, eating slowly. Each bite of the piping hot, fragrant soup-soaked cornbread felt like the gentle caress of his mother's rough but warm hands.

After tidying up, Wei Chen's figure disappeared from the hunter's cabin. In the real world, the morning light was piercing through the thin mist, casting beams of light among the branches and leaves.

The air was crisp and clear, carrying the unique freshness of earth, decaying leaves, and vegetation. He took a deep breath and, like a cheetah, sped off again, his body moving swiftly through the forest, his senses heightened to their peak.

This time, the target was crystal clear, and the search was much more strategic. He no longer wandered aimlessly, but instead focused his search on areas he remembered where wild boars might roam—areas with water sources, oak trees (wild boars love to eat acorns), and mud pits (wild boars love to take mud baths). His sharp eyes swept across the ground like searchlights, leaving no suspicious trace unchecked.

Time slipped by in his focused concentration. The sunlight grew increasingly scorching, the dew in the forest evaporated, and the ground began to dry. Just as Wei Chen's patience was wearing thin and he was about to turn to another ravine, his gaze suddenly fixed on the damp, muddy ground of a sunny, gentle slope.

There, several deep, segmented hoofprints were clearly imprinted! The hoofprints were large, their edges covered with damp mud, indicating a powerful stomp that had uprooted the grass roots beneath. The spacing between the hoofprints was considerable, suggesting the owner had moved swiftly. Wei Chen immediately crouched down to examine them closely.

It was fresh! The soil was still damp, and the sap from the trampled grass stems hadn't completely dried. He stretched out his finger and traced the depth and width of the clearest hoofprint, and it became clear: it was definitely left by an adult boar!

He immediately rose and, like the most experienced tracker, crept silently along the direction the hoofprints led. His eyes scanned ahead like a hawk's, while simultaneously keeping an eye out for other corroborating evidence.

The branches of a shrub by the roadside were roughly broken off, the cuts fresh and oozing sap; a large piece of bark was scraped off the base of a pine tree as thick as a bowl, revealing the white wood covered with black mud and a few coarse bristles, and there seemed to be a faint trace of the strong, fishy smell unique to wild boars in the air.

"Found it!" Wei Chen's spirits lifted. He slowed down, becoming more cautious, each step as light as a feather. Following the increasingly dense tracks, he silently climbed a relatively sparsely wooded ridge.

Below the ridge lies a depression partially surrounded by tall trees, with a murky muddy pond in its center. At this moment, a scene of primal, wild "family gathering" is unfolding in the muddy pond and the surrounding open space.

There were at least a dozen wild boars of all sizes! In the muddy pond, several half-grown piglets were rolling around happily, making "grunt and squeal" sounds, their bodies covered in black mud, with only their two little eyes showing.

Several medium-sized sows lay on the edge of the mud pit, enjoying a mud bath. The thick mud covered their rough skin, both cooling them and protecting them from parasites. On a slightly higher, drier clearing outside the mud pit, three enormous creatures stood out like three small, moving hills!

Those were three truly colossal beasts! Each one weighed over 300 pounds! One of them was the largest, with its shoulder blades protruding high and covered with a thick layer of resinous mud like armor. Two curved, thick fangs protruded from under its upturned lips, gleaming with a chilling, yellowish-white light in the sunlight.

It was clearly the leader of the family, its huge head slightly raised, its small eyes flashing with a fierce and wary light, its large, fan-like ears twitching from time to time, and its heavy breathing sounding like a broken bellows.

The other two were slightly smaller, but equally plump and strong, with menacing tusks, and they surrounded the pig king, rooting around the grass roots and fallen fruit on the ground.

A little further away, there were five wild boars that were noticeably smaller, weighing about 100 kilograms each. They were the "teenagers" of the family. They were relatively active, running back and forth between the edge of the mud pit and the open space, occasionally chasing and butting each other.

Wei Chen's heart beat slightly faster, not out of fear, but out of the focused excitement and composure of a hunter facing his ideal prey.

He silently removed the hard bow from his back and untied the quiver. Twelve specially made three-edged iron-tipped arrows gleamed with a cold metallic luster in the sunlight.

He lay hidden behind the rocks and bushes of the mountain ridge, like a stone sculpture blending into the surrounding environment, with only his eyes sharp as knives, locked on his target—the three largest boar kings and several medium-sized "teenage" wild boars.

"To catch the thief, first catch the king!" Wei Chen took a deep breath, and the true essence of the "Nine Heavens Shooting Sun Technique" quietly circulated within his body, giving him strength, stability, and accuracy far beyond that of ordinary people.

He slowly drew back the hard bow that required immense arm strength; the resilient bowstring emitted a faint yet teeth-grinding creak. The arrowhead pointed steadily at the most magnificent pig king.

Approximately fifty paces away! Wind speed, angle, and the target's trajectory were calculated in his mind in an instant. "Whoosh—!"

A streak of dark light tore through the air, accompanied by a piercing shriek, and shot with unparalleled precision at a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye toward the vulnerable spot where the Pig King's thick neck and shoulder blades met!

"Thud!" A muffled, teeth-grinding sound rang out! The specially made triangular iron spearhead easily tore through the wild boar's tough, thick hide and mud armor, penetrating deeply! The arrowhead went all the way down to the feathers!

"Awooo—!!!"

A piercing, violent, and excruciating scream suddenly rang out! Like a thunderclap from a clear sky, it instantly shattered the tranquility of the depression! The pig king's massive body stiffened abruptly, then, like a lit powder keg, it began to jump, shake its head, and spin wildly in place!

Blood gushed from the arrow wound like a small fountain, staining its mane and mud armor red! The excruciating pain caused it to lose its mind instantly, leaving only its ferocious beastly nature!

The entire herd of wild boars was completely stunned by the sudden attack and the leader's scream! The piglets in the mud were terrified and squealed and ran around in all directions.

The sows stood up in terror, splashing mud everywhere. The other two large pigs and five medium-sized pigs also stopped eating instantly, their bristles standing on end in fear, emitting threatening growls, their small eyes darting around in terror, trying to find the source of the attack.

In that chaotic moment, Wei Chen's second and third arrows shot out almost simultaneously! "Whoosh! Whoosh!" The targets were the other two large boars that were looking around in panic and were a little slower to react!

"Thud! Thud!" Equally precise! Equally deadly! One bullet pierced deep into the side of a large pig's heart area, while the other shot in from below the ear of another large pig, diagonally penetrating its brain!

Two short, muffled howls rang out almost simultaneously. The two enormous creatures collapsed to the ground as if their bones had been removed, their limbs twitching, and blood quickly seeping out beneath them.

The leader's dying madness and the instantaneous deaths of the other two giant beasts plunged the entire herd into uncontrollable panic! The several medium-sized wild boars, weighing over 100 pounds each, were like frightened birds, instinctively trying to flee into the surrounding dense forest!

Wei Chen's eyes were as cold as iron, without the slightest hesitation. He drew the bow, nocked the arrow, aimed, and fired! His movements were lightning fast, carrying a chilling rhythm! "Whoosh—thud!" "Whoosh—thud!" "Whoosh—thud!" ...

The arrows, like the Grim Reaper's scythe with eyes, shot one after another, accurately catching up with the fleeing figures. Some pierced the back of the heart, some through the neck, some through the lungs... Each arrow was accompanied by a dull thud as it entered flesh and the short, agonizing scream of the wild boar before its death.

Six medium-sized wild boars, after running only a dozen steps, rolled and fell to the ground one after another, kicking their limbs in vain, their lives rapidly slipping away.

In the center of the depression, only the pig king, the one initially shot in the neck, remained, struggling in its death throes. Driven mad by excruciating pain and blood loss, it rammed into the surrounding trees and rocks like a runaway tank, snapping saplings as thick as bowls in half and sending debris flying!

But the fatal wound to its neck caused it to bleed more rapidly with each exertion, making its movements visibly slower and more unsteady. Blood stained its massive body and the ground beneath its feet, and a strong stench of blood filled the air.

Wei Chen did not waste an arrow. He calmly drew his bow again, this time aiming at the Pig King's relatively weak side flank, exposed by its frenzy.

"Whoosh—!" The last arrow, carrying a resolute will, pierced the pig king's ribs and went straight through his internal organs!

"Ooh..." The Pig King let out a low, mournful cry that seemed to come from hell. His massive body finally gave way and he collapsed to the ground with a thud. His thick limbs twitched futilely a few times before he fell completely silent.