Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei, Starting as a Seeker of the Law

Chapter 85 The Wild Boar Forest Immortal

In the morning, the lush green mountains are covered with bamboo forests that stretch like a sea.

The morning mist had not yet dissipated, swirling in the forest like wisps of milky white gauze, blurring Wang Erdan's vision so much that he could barely see the bamboo a few steps away.

Legend has it that wild boars often roam these mountains, so this area is also known as Wild Boar Forest.

When villagers mention this, they always lower their voices, their eyes filled with awe and fear.

After all, wild boars are not to be trifled with. Not only are they large, but they also have thick skin and tough flesh. Even four or five strong men would have to use long spears to poke them for half a day to deal with them.

With a single thrust of those fangs, anyone would be sent flying.

Not to mention the poisonous insects and snakes on the mountain, which often cause accidents for people going up the mountain. The minor ones suffer from swelling and pain for several days, while the serious ones have to be carried down the mountain.

Many have gone missing.

"May the gods and immortals protect me and prevent me from encountering these things."

As Wang Erdan walked, he kept chanting to himself, hoping that he would never run into these deadly ancestors.

But he never expected that one day he would step into this forest.

Wang Erdan felt he had never been so brave before.

Or rather, it was the courage born out of desperation by poverty.

As farmers who toil in the soil, this year's drought followed by flooding has resulted in a meager harvest. After paying the rent, only a layer of empty grain remains at the bottom of the basket. The rice jar is almost empty, and the stove has been cold for several days.

For my own stomach, and also so that I could exchange some oil and salt for other necessities.

This was out of desperation.

The feeling of having your stomach pressed against your bones is truly unbearable; an empty rice jar is more terrifying than a ghost story.

He had no choice but to grit his teeth, grip his old wood-chopping knife tightly, and venture alone into the mountain he had always only dared to gaze at from afar.

Unexpectedly, there was a path leading down the mountain, and he walked less than half a mile further in...

...the road completely disappeared without a trace.

"Goodness gracious... there's not even a road here."

He muttered to himself as he swung his machete, chopping down the dense weeds along the road.

The blade of the machete was dull, and it felt limp and weak when I chopped. In addition, the wooden handle was slippery from the cold sweat on my palms, and it almost flew out of my hand several times.

His coarse cloth clothes were half-soaked by the dew, clinging wetly to his body, making Wang Erdan feel cold and heavy.

The straw sandals sank into the soft, decaying leaves, making a slight "plop" sound with each step, which sounded particularly jarring in the silent forest.

He crouched low, his eyes scanning his surroundings nervously.

I'm hoping to find bamboo shoots and wild mushrooms that I can exchange for money soon, but I'm also afraid of disturbing something I shouldn't.

In the bamboo forest at this moment.

An adult male wild boar was using its tusks to push aside the fallen leaves on the ground, its heavy breathing stirring up the thin mist in the forest.

"Hmph!!"

It let out a short cry, filled with the joy of discovery.

The bamboo shoot, pushed aside a layer of damp, blackened, decaying leaves, revealed its newly emerged tip. The tip was still covered in fresh soil, its pale yellow tinged with green, making it particularly enticing against the dark brown background.

Fresh bamboo shoots are a favorite food of wild boars.

It lowered its head, its fangs cautiously probing towards the bamboo shoot roots.

At this moment, the tip of its nose twitched slightly.

A strong smell of sweat and faint sounds drifted in with the damp air.

It suddenly turned around!

Its heavy body stirred up a flurry of fallen leaves, its fangs tracing stark white arcs in the hazy morning light. The mane on its neck stood on end, and its small, bright eyes, though several steps away, were fixed intently on Wang Erdan, who was crouching behind a clump of low bamboo.

Wang Erdan froze.

The machete clattered to the ground at his feet.

He first saw the wild boar as a dark brown mountain of flesh, and then he saw the pair of scimitar-like tusks under its face.

The rumors about the entire mountain flooded my mind instantly, turning into a cold despair that climbed up my spine.

run!!

That word was all I could think of.

His legs felt like lead, rooted to the ground, unable to move an inch. He felt a tightness in his throat, his teeth chattering uncontrollably, and he couldn't even utter a sound.

The wild boar pawed at the ground with its front hooves, sending fallen leaves flying. It growled, its voice like muffled thunder from the depths of the earth, making Wang Erdan's chest tingle.

One step... two steps.

It began to accelerate, its massive body smashing through the thin bamboo along its path, the snapping sounds echoing one after another. Like a runaway battering ram, it charged straight towards Wang Erdan!

Wang Erdan closed his eyes, and all he could hear was the pounding of his own heart and the roar of the wild boars trampling the earth as they charged.

We're doomed. All for a few bamboo shoots, we've lost our lives in this wild boar forest.

He thought that there was probably no one more unlucky than him in his life.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, the air seemed to suddenly fall silent.

The expected excruciating pain from broken bones and the feeling of weightlessness from being thrown through the air did not occur.

Even the deafening stomping of the wild boar vanished in an instant.

The only sounds were the rustling of the wind through the bamboo leaves and his own frighteningly heavy breathing.

He opened his eyes hesitantly.

The morning mist drifted slowly through the forest.

A young man stood blocking his way; he wasn't particularly tall, and was even somewhat thin. He was dressed simply, and stood with his back to him, slightly turned to the side.

The wild boar lay dead less than three steps in front of the boy.

Its massive body lay limp in the pile of fallen leaves, its head tilted to one side, and a large section of its skull was sunken in.

Dark red blood mixed with grayish-white brain matter was gushing out from the cracks in the shattered skull, soaking the decaying leaves below.

The two pairs of fangs that had once terrified Wang Erdan were now lying lifelessly in the mud, stained with blood.

The wild boar is dead.

Died cleanly and decisively, died...

...without a sound.

Wang Erdan was stunned for a moment. He looked at the wild boar's carcass, then at the boy's back, his mind blank.

Are you alright?

The boy turned his head and looked at him.

Morning light filtered through the bamboo leaves, falling on his face. His clean-shaven eyes and brows framed a calm and gentle expression.

If it wasn't Lu Mingfei, who else could it be?

On the way down the mountain.

"you.....

"Are you an immortal?"

Wang Erdan followed behind Lu Mingfei, watching the huge wild boar being dragged along by him with one hand.

Lu Mingfei casually gripped a thick wild boar leg in his hand, its heavy body leaving a deep groove in the decaying leaves and gravel.

He swallowed hard and said in a trembling voice, "Thank you so much for saving my life, Immortal. I, Wang Erdan, have no way to repay you."

"It's alright, no need to repay me." Lu Mingfei waved his hand behind him without turning his head. "Just don't say you'll repay me with your body."

"Huh? What did you say, Immortal?" Wang Erdan didn't hear clearly, or rather, he heard clearly but didn't understand.

"It's nothing." Lu Mingfei shook his head, gently patted his mouth, and muttered to himself.

"After spending so much time with that bastard immortal, I've gotten used to it. There are people who are just as out of touch as me."

Wang Erdan was completely confused, but he didn't dare to ask any questions. He just followed closely behind, pondering the matter repeatedly in his mind.

"What a strange immortal..."

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As he walked, he subconsciously looked around.

Then, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

It's a bit too quiet.

When I went up the mountain, the forest was quiet, but at least there were sounds of wind, birdsong, and insects rustling.

But now, apart from the scraping sound of the wild boar carcass being dragged along and the sound of their footsteps, the entire forest seemed to have been drained of all life.

The wind stopped, the birds fell silent, and even the insects hiding under the fallen leaves were quiet.

It was as if the entire mountain forest was terrified by something even more terrifying.

Or rather... by the young man in front of him.

Wang Erdan secretly raised his eyes to look at the back of the person in front of him.

The boy walked steadily and lightly, as if he were holding not a wild boar weighing hundreds of pounds, but a piece of dry firewood.

Moreover... Wang Erdan suddenly noticed.

The places where the boy had walked seemed to come alive, with the vines covered in dew and the weeds that were in the way, silently pushing aside to both sides.

It wasn't cut off, nor was it trampled on.

It was as if the entire mountain was making way for him.

Wang Erdan shivered, dared not look any further, and lowered his head to stare at the tips of his straw sandals.

This immortal... is probably much more "powerful" than he imagined.

Lu Mingfei, who was walking ahead, seemed completely unaware of Wang Erdan's thoughts.

He simply dragged the wild boar down the mountain, step by step.

But what was on her mind was something else: "Did I use too much just now?"

He looked down at the dented head of the wild boar behind him, lost in thought.

He had just used the newly grown fruit from the World Tree, the Word of Power called the Bronze Throne.

Just a light punch, and the result... his skull was shattered.

Does this mean we can't eat brains anymore?

and...

Can such a pig's head be sold?

He smacked his lips with a hint of regret. Wild boar brain stewed with tofu, sprinkled with some wild scallions, should be quite delicious.

Now look what's happened, his brains are all mixed with dust.

The two walked all the way to the foot of the mountain.

Wang Erdan saw the path worn into the ground at the foot of the mountain and breathed a long sigh of relief, as if he had found liberation.

"Thank you for leading the way, Immortal Master. I will not disturb you any longer and will take my leave now."

After saying that, he turned to leave, his steps hurried, as if staying any longer would be torture.

"etc."

Lu Mingfei's voice came from behind.

Wang Erdan froze, slowly turning around with a respectful yet fearful smile on his face: "What are your orders, Immortal Master—ah?!"

Before he could finish speaking, he felt something heavy and warm suddenly slam into his arms! It was so heavy that he staggered backward and fell to the ground with a thud.

He instinctively hugged the thing in his arms and looked down.

It was a whole pig's hind leg!

Even with its hooves still attached, its fur was glossy, its flesh plump, and the cut was so clean it looked like it had been sliced ​​by a sharp blade, still slightly steaming. It weighed at least thirty or forty pounds.

Wang Erdan was stunned at first, then overjoyed!

How many days would that be enough for him to eat? How much rice and salt could that be exchanged for?!

He looked up to express his gratitude: "Thank you—Immortal Master?"

There was nothing but emptiness in front of me.

A mountain breeze swept along the path, stirring up a few fallen leaves, and the bamboo grove rustled in the wind.

Where can we find any trace of the boy?

Only the heavy, throbbing leg in my arms and the drag mark on the ground that stretched from the depths of the mountains and forests.

This proves that everything just now was not an illusion.

Wang Erdan swallowed hard, slowly bent over, hugged his knees, and bowed three times earnestly towards the direction of the mountains and forests.

Then, he turned around and ran quickly along the path into the village.

"So polite? That's good."

In the air, out of his sight, Lu Mingfei stood on a knife, watching his departing figure.

Speak softly.

Then, his magic enveloped the remaining Pi Zha, and he transformed into a streak of light, flying off in another direction.

Inside the thatched hut, a boy dressed in tattered clothes was hunched over a simple wooden table, painting on rice paper with a worn-out brush, using the morning light filtering through the window.

With a few strokes of ink from the tip of the brush, a woman's face, as gentle as moonlight, leaps onto the paper.

Her eyebrows were gentle, her lips curved into a smile, but her eyes held a subtle hint of aloofness and coldness.

Stop writing.

The boy stared blankly at the woman in the drawing.

"Are you still thinking about your master?" A voice suddenly rang out behind him.

"Yes...?" The boy was about to nod in agreement when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

Where did he come from? That voice...

He suddenly stood up, took a step forward, gathered the drawing paper behind him, turned around, and looked at the person coming from behind.

"Master Lu, you're back?"

"What? Are you so surprised that I'm back?" Lu Mingfei stood on tiptoe, pretending to want to see the drawing paper behind him. "Or... are you hiding something you're not telling anyone?"

Qi An moved left and right in response to his movements, firmly blocking the drawing paper.

"No...no."

"Xiao An," Lu Mingfei laughed, his eyes gleaming, "you really don't want me to see what your master looks like? Are you possessive of your food?"

He deliberately dragged out the last two words, his tone carrying an undisguised flirtation.

He seemed to have finally discovered the amusing fun of the Egg Fairy.

Especially those who are thin-skinned and simple-minded.

"No...no, that's not it!" Qi An immediately became agitated, his voice rising, "This is a portrait of my master, how can you just show it to anyone?"

"Oh—" Lu Mingfei nodded. "So it's Master. I thought it was your sweetheart."

"Road Immortal!!"

"Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore." Lu Mingfei sat on the bench, pointed outside, "There's a pig outside. Go and dissect it. Sell what you can. Consider it a small gift of chicken meat as a thank you."

"ah.........?"

Upon hearing this, Qi An immediately fell silent, stunned for a moment, then quickly waved his hands, "No, I haven't done anything for the immortal... In the past, it was already a great thing for the immortal to catch some rabbits, I absolutely cannot accept this!"

"Just go, I'll tell you to." Lu Mingfei didn't bother with his refusal. With a flick of his sleeve, a burst of magic swept the boy away. "You've already called me an immortal, do you think I can take it back?"

Qi An felt a blur before his eyes, and when he regained his footing, he was already outside.

The door of the thatched hut creaked shut in front of him.

He stood in the courtyard, staring at the enormous, completely dead pig on the ground, and remained there for a long time, unable to come to his senses.

What a silly boy.

Inside the room, Lu Mingfei sighed, shook his head, and smiled helplessly.

Then, he turned and stared blankly out the window.

This is his fifth day here.

His magical power had mostly recovered, but his original divine abilities were still somewhat weak; he was merely a shell of his former self.

Originally, he could have directly manifested the World Tree's divine power, incurring the punishment of causality, and been struck dead, returning him to his original world.

but.

Once back, his weakened divine powers couldn't recover along with his physical body.

Rather than going back to recuperate and facing Old Tang in an incomplete state, he might as well stay here and fix himself before leaving.

Anyway... I have plenty of time here.

He could also repay his benefactor.

I guess I can be considered a benefactor?

Bi Zao, that kid, was kind of indebted to him.

Although the bed was made of hay, at least it kept him from being naked outside, which was enough.

Moreover, this kid seems to possess something different.

That was a fluctuation of magical power that he could vaguely sense.

Signs of supernatural powers.