My Martial Arts Can Train Themselves

Chapter 15: Are You Trying to Get Me Killed?

Thunk!

A bamboo knife struck the ground on which Yang Yi was standing on a few seconds ago.

The person holding the bamboo knife was an eight or nine-year-old boy.

Yang Yi retreated to the side and paused for a moment before taking his hand out of the poison powder bag.

"You naughty boy!" Seeing this, Zhang Jiu's face turned pale. He went forward and snatched the boy's bamboo knife. He swatted the boy's head and said angrily, "If you offend young hero Yang, no one will be willing to escort us up the mountain!"

"I don't care, and I don't want to go up the mountain!" The boy paled. His eyes were sunken.

He was wearing two pieces of linen clothes, but he still looked thin.

He was Zhang Jiu's grandson, Zhang Xiaohu.

Zhang Xiaohu was held by Zhang Jiu. He could not break free, but he was not listening to Zhang Jiu.

"Uh..." Zhang Jiu was helpless and could only smile apologetically. "This child isn't sensible. I hope you won't take offense, young hero Yang."

"It's alright." Yang Yi stood by the side. He did not ask about the cause of this matter.

After some persuasion, Zhang Xiaohu calmed down. Zhang Jiu walked over and indicated that they could depart.

Yang Yi was chewing on a jerky. He nodded. Then, he followed Zhang Jiu to Sky Light Mountain.

Sky Light Mountain was to the west of Wumei Village. There was a road from here and it was only a four hours' walk.

After that, they would have to deviate from the main road and go deep into the forest.

In the evening.

Zhang Jiu walked in front while swinging his scythe to remove the obstacles in his way.

Following behind him was Zhang Xiaohu. He was also swinging his bamboo knife, but he was just venting his anger on the grass.

Yang Yi brought up the rear.

With someone leading the way, he was less worried.

"Sky Light Mountain isn't dangerous, but there aren't many game as well. If you like to hunt, you can go to Young Peak Mountain on the side, but it's not recommended to go deep, where the demonic beasts are active."

Along the way, Zhang Jiu was telling Yang Yi about the surrounding terrain.

He was at the Skin Refining stage. When he was younger, he tried to reach the Blood Refining stage, but he failed.

After that, he relied on hunting for a living, got married, had children, and led an ordinary life.

"So, the periphery of the Sunset Mountains is quite peaceful." Yang Yi had a rough idea.

"Not always. Recently, several towns nearby have not been peaceful. More and more demonic beasts are showing up at the outer areas of the mountains, stealing livestock and destroying crops. Nobody knows why this is happening."

For a hunter like Zhang Jiu who relied on the mountain for a living, demonic beasts were his natural enemies.

Naturally, he was constantly paying attention to the changes on the mountain.

"Stop!"

Zhang Jiu, who was leading the way in front, suddenly bent down.

Yang Yi stood still. He quickly placed his hand on the poison powder bag.

The nearby weeds grew past his calves, and there were brambles everywhere.

The tall trees looked as if they had been carved out of the same mold.

The canopy blotted out the sky and covered the sun.

There were only scattered golden rays which shone through the gaps between the leaves.

There was no sound in the surroundings. It was very quiet.

"There are traces left behind by demonic beasts here."

Zhang Jiu picked up a stain on the weeds and sniffed it.

"Fortunately, it's probably a lone Skin Refining three-tailed seductive fox."

He stood up and pointed in another direction. "Young hero Yang, let's go that way."

"Okay."

Yang Yi continued to follow.

Another hour passed.

They arrived at their destination safely.

However, the sky was completely dark.

"We're here. This is ghost weed. It's still here!"

Zhang Jiu approached a wet rock with his torch.

All the plants in the vicinity had withered. Only a plant that had grown up to his calves was left standing.

Yang Yi had heard of the ghost weed, but this was the first time he had seen it. He stretched out his hand.

"Young hero Yang, don't touch the ghost weed. It will give you a searing pain!" Zhang Jiu hurriedly stopped him.

"If the poison is so potent, how can you drink the dew that forms on its leaves?" Yang Yi was shocked.

"That Taoist gave Huzi a bowl of talisman water. He said it could resist poison." Zhang Jiu sighed. "It might be dangerous, but this is the only way. Huzi has been relying on medicine for half a year. I'm afraid he can't go on like this."

"That's a lie. Grandpa, that old Taoist is a liar! Are you trying to get me killed?" Zhang Xiaohu suddenly roared.

"Shut up! Drinking dew won't kill you, but if you continue to live like this, you'll die!" Zhang Jiu reprimanded him.

"Can't you see that the old Taoist is just after your money? Your savings were supposed to be used when you attempt the Blood Refining stage! Now, it's all gone!"

Zhang Xiaohu brandished his bamboo knife and left. The nearby vegetation was cut into pieces.

"Be careful of the demonic beasts!"

Zhang Jiu chased after him.

"..."

Yang Yi could not understand what the grandfather and grandson were doing.

He never met the so-called Taoist, so he was not sure if this method was effective. However, his hunch was in favor of Zhang Xiaohu's stance.

In a relatively dry clearing in the forest, Zhang Jiu built a fire. The crackling flames calmed Yang Yi's heart.

This was his first night in the wild in this world. He could not help but feel nervous.

Zhang Xiaohu sat next to him. He was full of resentment. Zhang Jiu handed him something to eat, but he did not accept it.

The flicker of the flames danced on Yang Yi's face.

He chewed on a jerky strip and asked, "Uncle Zhang, have you ever thought about what to do if this method doesn't work?"

Zhang Jiu shook his head and did not answer. It was obvious that this was his last resort.

Yang Yi did not ask further. This was not within the scope of the mission.

He spent the night in a daze.

The next morning, Yang Yi was awakened by the cold air.

When he opened his eyes, he heard a series of tearing wails coming from a close distance.

Yang Yi quickly got up and rushed over. He saw Zhang Xiaohu rolling on the ground!

He was clutching his neck, his pupils were dilated, his face was darker and looked more ferocious than before.

"Huzi, it's all my fault." Zhang Jiu's tears flowed profusely. He wanted to help Zhang Xiaohu up, but he couldn't.

"Did he drink the dew on the ghost weed?"

What Yang Yi was worried about had happened.

"Yes, it's all my fault. It's my fault for believing that Taoist's nonsense..." Zhang Jiu knelt on the ground and slapped himself repeatedly.

"Calm down. Didn't you say that drinking dew alone won't kill him? Let's get him to the town. There might be a way to save him."

Yang Yi wanted to bring Zhang Xiaohu to the Qixia sect. However, he was only an outer disciple and had no say in the matter.

Even if he brought him there, there was a high chance that he would not be accepted. Instead, it would delay the time for treatment.

The more powerful a sect was, the stricter the rules were. They were so strict that they were merciless. This was to prevent the people from taking all of their problems to the sect's gates in the future.

Zhang Jiu held back his self-blame and did not say anything. He followed Yang Yi's instructions and restrained Zhang Xiaohu who was moving around chaotically.

"Young hero Yang, the mission that I issued has been successfully completed. The rest is up to me."

Zhang Jiu wiped away his tears and tossed a wooden token to Yang Yi.

He had a miserable life.

Yang Yi was moved by compassion.

While he was hesitating, a fierce tiger emerged from the bushes beside him.

It was holding a three-tailed fox that was on the verge of death in its mouth.

"Fire-biting tiger!"

Zhang Jiu recognized this demonic beast immediately.

With such a big body and such an intense pressure, this fire-biting tiger was definitely at the Bone Refining stage!