Reborn in 72, I hunt to support my family and spoil my younger sister rotten.

The moment the gun fired, Li Xiangyang didn't care whether he hit or not; he dropped the gun and rolled violently to the right.

His body left a deep mark on the snow, sending snowflakes flying.

"You bastard!"

Seeing this, Lao Zheng, who had been tensing up and was about to push Li Xiangyang aside, suddenly changed direction and rolled over on the spot.

That almost broke his back.

At this moment, Nightshade completely ignored Old Zheng and pounced on the Wild Boar King.

The wild boar king charged forward a few more steps with its momentum before crashing to the ground.

Its massive body crashed onto the snow, stirring up a flurry of snowflakes.

Its mane gradually softened, and its bloodshot eyes lost their luster.

Blood was seeping from the bullet hole in his forehead, staining the white snow beneath him crimson.

"You brat!" Old Zheng, clutching his aching back, scrambled to his feet in the snow, wiping the snow from his face as he cursed, "If you'd said you were going to roll over earlier, I wouldn't be in this mess!"

Although he was grumbling, Old Zheng's eyes narrowed into slits with a smile.

This kid is not only a good shot, but also quick to react and make decisions in critical moments.

Most importantly, this composure under pressure is something not everyone possesses.

Li Xiangyang also got up from the ground, brushing the snow off his clothes, and said with an embarrassed smile, "Uncle Zheng, I'm really sorry. I told you not to come along. It's not like I'm tired of living..."

"Don't give me that!" Old Zheng glared at him, but his tone was full of admiration. "Alright, that was a really good shot, otherwise we two might really be done for today."

Nightshade only relaxed and ran back to Old Zheng's side after confirming that the Wild Boar King was completely dead.

Li Xiangyang looked at the wild boar king lying in the snow and spat, "Pah, look at you, so capable! You've taken so many bullets, and you still dare to charge forward? Do you really think you're the chosen one? Serves you right for me to shoot you. Don't you know that after the founding of the People's Republic of China, we're not allowed to have spirits?"

He pushed himself up from the snow, his legs still trembling despite his tough talk.

"Come on, kid," Old Zheng said, grimacing as he stood up, "If that shot had missed even a fraction of an inch, we'd both be pig feed today."

“Hey, Mr. Zheng, you're really out of touch,” Li Xiangyang said, brushing the snow off his trousers, his legs still a little weak. “If you ask me, all fear stems from insufficient firepower. If you could get me a grenade, no matter how powerful it is, it'd be blown to bits.”

"A hand grenade? What a pipe dream! Why don't you just say you want a rocket launcher!"

Old Zheng reached out and rubbed his aching lower back, saying with a smile.

"Uncle Zheng, you really should know, if we had that thing, let alone wild boars, even a whole pack of bears would be..."

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps and shouts came from afar.

"It's here!"

"Look, he's alright, he's been knocked down!"

"Wow, how big is that?"

The other hunters rushed over following the sound of gunfire, and when they saw the enormous creature on the ground, they all gasped in horror.

"My goodness, those fangs must be two feet long! Like a woodcutter's axe."

"Look at the hole in its head, that shot was really accurate."

"If it were me, seeing that thing rushing towards me would scare me to death."

Li Xiangyang squatted down in front of the wild boar, touching the fist-sized bullet hole, his hand still trembling.

He knew in his heart that if his shot hadn't been accurate, he would probably be this beast's meal by now.

"Hey, we need to get the gun back." Li Xiangyang came to his senses and walked towards where he had thrown the gun.

The Type 56 rifle lay in the snow, half of it covered, which pained Li Xiangyang.

"You guys," Old Zheng dusted off the snow, picked up his knife, and shouted to the hunters watching, "Don't just stand there, keep pushing forward according to plan. This thing is definitely out looking for food, and there might be even bigger ones in the mountains."

"This...this is even bigger?" Someone swallowed hard.

"Alright, stop dawdling and hurry up!" Old Zheng glared at the person who spoke. "If you waste time, you won't get any meat tonight."

The crowd dispersed, grumbling, leaving only Old Zheng and Li Xiangyang behind.

"Hey kid, come here," Old Zheng said, pulling out his pipe from his pocket and tapping it. "Watch me show you something."

As he spoke, the old hunter squatted down in front of the boar king, and with a few swift strokes of his knife, removed its tusks.

“These are good things,” Old Zheng handed two fangs to Li Xiangyang, “Take them back for your sister as a souvenir.”

Next, Lao Zheng began to process the wild boar.

He first tapped a few spots along the midline of the wild boar's belly, then lightly pressed his palm against the back of the knife, applying slight pressure with the tip, as if testing something.

Then, the skinning knife seemed to come alive in his hands. The blade moved along the subcutaneous fat layer, separating the skin from the flesh, and the muscle texture was clearly visible.

Each cut was precise, neither damaging the fur nor cutting into the flesh.

The entire pigskin was peeled off perfectly, as if it had been meticulously drawn.

Li Xiangyang watched with rapt attention.

This knife skill is so good that even if the legendary butcher were alive today, he wouldn't be able to achieve this level.

"What are you looking at?" Old Zheng glanced up at him. "Want to learn?"

“Absolutely,” Li Xiangyang nodded hastily. “Master Zheng, your skill is far superior to my haphazard attempts.”

Old Zheng chuckled, "Alright, you've done a great job with the Pig King today. I'll treat you to drinks tonight. If you want to learn, I wouldn't mind teaching you."

Upon hearing this, Li Xiangyang was overjoyed.

Old Zheng is the most famous hunter in the surrounding area. Being able to learn the craft from him is a rare opportunity.

"That's great," Li Xiangyang laughed, "but you have to promise me first that you won't be so reckless in the future. How old are you? I know you just tried to save me, but after all, our skills aren't what they used to be. I was saying that if we were to lose two lives for nothing, it wouldn't be worth it."

Old Zheng paused, glanced at Li Xiangyang, and snorted, "You brat, are you saying I'm too old?"

"How could that be?" Li Xiangyang quickly waved his hand. "Your skills are unmatched by any young person. It's just... it's just that your skills are hard to come by, and as a junior, I wouldn't dare let you get hurt while saving me."

"Come on," Old Zheng continued processing the wild boar, but his tone softened considerably. "If you could learn my tricks, this old man of mine could finally take a break."

Then he added, "But remember this: there's a rule in the mountains—no matter who's in danger, if you see them, you have to help them. This isn't about showing off; it's the code of conduct for hunters."

Upon hearing this, Li Xiangyang felt a surge of warmth in his heart and silently nodded.