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Mo Wen thought about it and realized that although he had often gone hunting in the mountains these days, he had only targeted weak beasts. The strongest beast he had killed was merely a wild bull, and he had never engaged in a fierce battle. The last time he encountered a tiger-like creature, he had avoided it without confrontation. This time, he decided to venture further, as the stronger creatures nearby had already been nearly wiped out by the two of them. The next day, after preparing himself, he entered the mountains.
Looking at the Demon Beast before him, Mo Wen felt an urge to cry. This Demon Beast was called the Longyang Beast, with a body like a goat and a dragon's head adorned with a pair of horns. He had originally intended to seek out powerful beasts but unexpectedly encountered this one. The two faced each other; the Longyang Beast's combat strength was equivalent to a martial artist at the Refining Spirit Realm, with brute force comparable to that of a late-stage Refining Spirit practitioner. However, its combat style was singular—charging and ramming with its horns—so its overall combat capability was assessed to be at the mid-stage of Refining Spirit. Upon confirming that he was facing a Longyang Beast, Mo Wen's first thought was to run; being only at the Refining Qi Realm, staying could cost him his life.
Now there was nowhere for him to escape; he found himself cornered against a stone wall. The Longyang Beast lowered its head and began scraping the ground with one foreleg, clearly preparing for another attack. He had narrowly evaded every previous charge, which only fueled the Longyang Beast's fury. It kicked off the ground and charged toward him. Mo Wen instinctively tried to dodge but realized there was no room left to maneuver. As the horns came crashing down, he reached out his hands reflexively and grasped them tightly. The impact made his hands tingle as he was pushed backward until his feet braced against the stone wall, holding firm.
The Longyang Beast began to retreat, and Mo Wen advanced with it, gripping its horns tightly as they engaged in a tug-of-war of forward and backward movements. The Longyang Beast shook its head violently in an attempt to throw him off, but Mo Wen seized the opportunity to flip onto its back, one hand clutching a horn while the other repeatedly pounded its neck.
Eventually, both Mo Wen and the Longyang Beast collapsed onto the ground. Mo Wen gasped for breath while the beast merely exhaled heavily. After what felt like an exhausting battle, he lay there for a moment before rolling over to check his hands; his palms were bruised and bloodied from the struggle, and his already tattered "clothes" had turned into strips of fabric. He tore off some cloth to bandage his hands and picked up a knife that had fallen some distance away before shouldering his prize and heading back.
"You killed a Longyang Beast!" Old Lu exclaimed as he looked at the defeated creature and then at Mo Wen's disheveled state.
"Yes," Mo Wen replied, though exhausted, he felt exhilarated. This was not just any fight; it was his first real battle—a life-and-death struggle—and he had successfully hunted a Demon Beast. Even if it was among the weakest in the Ten Thousand Beasts Diagram, he was still thrilled; he felt closer to becoming a master.
"Good job! Keep it up, and soon we'll have better dishes for our drinks," Old Lu said while stroking his beard. Mo Wen ignored him and headed toward the back mountain; he was too tired and needed to soak in the hot springs to relieve his fatigue.
Lying in the hot springs, he sensed that his internal energy had increased slightly and appreciated the benefits of combat. He decided that from now on, he would continuously seek out battles with Demon Beasts because ordinary beasts no longer satisfied him.
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