Rebirth in a Courtyard: I Am a Little Hunter

With a flash of light, Wei Chen appeared repeatedly, then vanished from his spot along with the heavy camphor wood box. Then came the second, the third… Wei Chen's mental power acted like the most efficient transporter, precisely locking onto his target and driving it with his will.

One after another, the heavy crates disappeared into the deep cellar, silently, as if they had never existed. In just a few minutes, all eighteen large crates had been moved to the hunter's cabin's underground warehouse.

After doing all this, Wei Chen did not leave immediately. He used his mental power to carefully scan the entire second-floor secret room and the upper basement again, confirming that there were no missed or hidden mezzanines.

Then, he carefully put the heavy iron plate back in place, filled the soil back in, and fitted the blue brick in place perfectly.

Back in the basement, he saw the thick iron chain against the wall and thought of the Great Leap Forward's steelmaking campaign that had just begun outside. On a whim, he put the chain into his backpack.

Then, they painstakingly dragged the stone slabs at the entrance back to their original positions, carefully covered the loose soil, and pushed the withered branches, fallen leaves, and thorns back to their original places, trying to restore the place to its original state as if no one had touched it.

After doing all this, he quietly climbed over the courtyard wall as he had come, and quickly disappeared into the shadows at the entrance of the alley.

They found an even more secluded, abandoned corner filled with construction debris. Once they confirmed it was safe, they vanished in an instant.

The space was empty, dry, and at a constant temperature, with only Wei Chen's heavy breathing echoing in the vast area. Eighteen heavy camphor wood chests were neatly arranged on the open ground, like soldiers awaiting inspection. Dust floated silently under the overhead "lights." With a thought, the dust vanished—this was the cabin's automatic cleaning function.

With immense wealth right before him, Wei Chen felt a strange calm, mixed with a subtle tension. Who knew what deadly traps might be hidden inside these long-sealed chests, besides treasure? Poison gas? Hidden crossbows? Or… something even more sinister?

Therefore, he dared not open it outside, but instead stored it in the hunter's hut. Within the hunter's hut's territory, he was the absolute ruler, immune to all harm. This gave him unparalleled security.

He walked to the first crate. It was unusually heavy, covered in a thick layer of dust and cobwebs, the brass latches long since rusted shut. He took out a heavy hunting axe, took a deep breath, adjusted his angle, and swung it down with a mighty swing!

With a sharp "crack," the rusted latch snapped. He held his breath, braced the edge of the lid with the axe, and pried it upwards with a sudden thrust!

"Creak—" The heavy lid was lifted, and dust fell in a flurry.

A burst of golden light suddenly and forcefully entered my field of vision!

Wei Chen's breath caught in his throat! His pupils dilated in utter shock!

Inside the box, neatly and densely packed, were long, rectangular gold bars, gleaming with a calm and weighty luster! Each bar was about the size of a small brick, with a smooth surface and clear edges. In the soft light, they radiated a captivating, pure, and golden glow!

They were stacked so tightly that there were almost no gaps, and they filled the entire box with a heavy weight, exuding a silent, suffocating sense of oppressive wealth!

Wei Chen subconsciously reached out and touched the cold surface of a gold brick. Heavy! Incredibly heavy! He picked one up with force, weighed it in his hand, and estimated, with his superhuman strength, that it definitely weighed a pound! He roughly scanned the inside of the box, layer upon layer, row upon row… his mental energy swept over it, and there were exactly two hundred bricks in the box!

"Hiss—" Wei Chen gasped, his heart pounding uncontrollably, blood rushing to his head, his cheeks burning. Even though he was reborn, even though he had an even more incredible cheat, even though he could cultivate, he was still unconsciously startled when he suddenly saw so much gold in front of him.

He abruptly dropped the gold brick as if he'd been burned. The impact nearly knocked him off his feet; he instinctively took a step back and pinched his thigh hard!

The sharp pain brought him slightly more awake. He forced himself to look away and walked toward the second box.

The axe fell again, breaking the lock. The lid was lifted—the same sight! Gleaming gold bars, neatly stacked! The third box, the fourth box… eight boxes were opened in quick succession, each filled with the same size, the same quantity, and the same heavy weight of gold bars!

1,600 catties of gold! And that's just from these eight boxes!

Wei Chen felt his brain was going numb. He panted as he walked to the ninth box. This time, when he pried it open, what came into view were silver ingots, stacked just as neatly, but with a silvery-white color and just as heavy!

The silver ingots were quite large, each about the size of an adult man's fist. Their surfaces were oxidized and blackened, but their metallic luster was undeniable. One box contained about two hundred ingots! He then opened the remaining four boxes, all filled with the same silver ingots! A thousand silver ingots!

Next came two boxes of jewelry. The moment the lids were opened, even in the soft light, the contents refracted a dazzling light!

Pearl necklaces are round and full, each pearl a lustrous white; rings, brooches, and earrings made of various gemstones—red as red as pigeon's blood, blue as deep as the sea, and green as spring water—are set in gold or silver settings with exquisite craftsmanship; gold hairpins, jade hairpins, jadeite bracelets…

The dazzling array of pearls, piled together, exuded a glittering luster and a sense of time's passage. Wei Chen even spotted a necklace of pearls, each bead the size of a little fingertip, lying quietly on the top layer, radiating a warm and understated glow.

The last three boxes contained calligraphy and paintings. Carefully opening the boxes, a unique aroma, characteristic of aged Xuan paper, carrying the scent of ink and a faint musty smell, wafted out. The scrolls were wrapped in fine brocade and tied with ribbons.

Although Wei Chen didn't understand their specific value, just by looking at the texture of the silk brocade, the mounting of the scrolls, and the wood shavings inside the box that emitted a strange fragrance to prevent moisture and insects, he knew that these were no ordinary items. He even saw the words "Shi Tao" faintly visible on the label of one of the hanging scrolls.

Eighteen boxes! Eight boxes of gold (about 1600 catties), four boxes of silver (about 1000 silver ingots, equivalent to about 500 catties), two boxes of jewelry, and three boxes of calligraphy and paintings!

Standing in the center of the mountain of wealth, Wei Chen was overwhelmed by a mixture of indescribable ecstasy and a sense of absurdity after the initial shock.

He suddenly clenched his fist and let out a silent roar, as if to release the excitement that was about to explode in his chest.

He walked around the pile of boxes several times, his fingers brushing against the cold gold bricks, the heavy silver ingots, and the dazzling jewels, feeling the real, tangible texture that could drive anyone mad.

"I've struck it rich...this time it's really big!" he muttered to himself, his voice echoing in the empty warehouse. "I should have known! I should have known! The underground of Beijing is a mountain of gold and silver! My mental power...it's practically a treasure-hunting artifact!"

A strong urge surged into my heart, and I wished I could rush out immediately and turn every corner within the range of my mental energy upside down!

However, just as this fervent impulse was about to overwhelm his reason, a deeper force, emanating from the tranquil, vast, and slightly detached atmosphere of the hunter's cabin itself, gently poured over his heart like a basin of icy mountain spring water.

He stopped in his tracks, the ecstasy on his face slowly fading, replaced by a deep complexity and… a trace of emptiness. He looked at the mountain of wealth before him, cold and silent, gleaming with the luster of metal and jewels, yet unable to respond to any of his emotions.

They can buy scarce resources of this era and exchange them for a comfortable life, but they are ultimately inanimate objects. Having a hunter's hut—a sanctuary ahead of its time—and extraordinary abilities like mental power, is the only goal in life to endlessly dig up these buried treasures and become a miser?

"Hoo..." He exhaled a long, deep breath, as if some of the heat and greed that had been pent up in his chest were being released.

He lightly patted his forehead, as if reminding himself, "Hey! Wei Chen, Wei Chen, you were almost blinded by the gold! You're a transmigrator with cheat codes! These... are just icing on the cake. What's the rush? Take your time, do it secretly, there's plenty of time."

For the next three days, Wei Chen remained excited and mechanically busy, but at least he wasn't going crazy anymore.

During the day, he rested at the hunter's hut. While resting, he did some initial tidying up of the huge underground warehouse.

After doing all this, he appeared to be resting with his eyes closed by the window of the small house, but in reality, his mental power was like the most sophisticated radar, repeatedly sketching and deducing the map of Beijing in his mind, especially those corners marked as abandoned or deserted areas—abandoned temples, collapsed mansions, corners of old royal palaces abandoned after being requisitioned and renovated, the edge of desolate mass graves outside the city... Every place that might hide secrets became his target for nighttime hunting.

As night fell again, he became like the most patient hunter, riding his bicycle through the darkest and most desolate corners of Beijing. His mental energy transformed into invisible probes, piercing the surface and penetrating deep underground, leaving no trace of any unusual "cavities" or feedback from metal or wooden boxes undetected.

The harvest was astonishing, but it was hard to recapture the transformative impact of the first time.

Late the next night, he discovered a hidden cellar entrance, just large enough for one person to crawl into, under the artificial hill in the back garden of a former Qing Dynasty prince's mansion in the western part of the city, which had long been destroyed by fire and was now just ruins.

There were no boxes inside, only three earthenware urns half-buried in the ground. Probing them with spiritual power, they were filled with gold and silver jewelry, loose silver coins, and some jade artifacts and seals wrapped in oilcloth, all mixed with soil.

He used his mental power to directly "extract" the contents and take them away. The harvest included about forty catties of gold, over one hundred catties of silver, and a bag of miscellaneous items.

In the early hours of the third day, he found his way to the vicinity of an abandoned mortuary on the outskirts of the northern city. Surrounded by several collapsed mounds, his spiritual power detected a deeply buried, decaying, thin-skinned coffin under a crooked old locust tree.

There were no remains inside, only heavy gold bars wrapped in layers of oilcloth and a few yellowed letters. The gold recovered was approximately sixty catties.