Beast Taming: I'm Really Just a Forest Ranger - Chapter 209 - 148: Chen Weiyi and Cold-Biting Ox
Chapter 209: Chapter 148: Chen Weiyi and Cold-Biting Ox
Since Chen Yuan became a Beastmaster, Chen Weiyi no longer needed to worry, and he had been idling for a long time.
When he had free time, he would stroll near the village and chat with the old pals busy in the fields.
And it was here that Chen Weiyi turned his attention to a herd of Cold-Biting Oxen.
Every morning they would come to forage near Xuanhe Village, where vegetation was dense and safety was assured, returning to the mountains by evening.
The villagers were long accustomed to their presence, as long as they didn’t break into the village or damage crops, they could do as they pleased.
With the Spiritual Energy Revival progressing, even ordinary people were no longer amazed by Extraordinary Creatures.
But a week ago, a group of Cold-Biting Ox calves were born.
For a herd, the birth of calves is a momentous event, signifying hope for the continuation and legacy of their group.
Thus, every Cold-Biting Ox calf was destined to be infinitely cherished, nurtured by the entire herd.
But one was an exception.
After meditating successfully, Chen Weiyi’s eyesight had improved considerably, and even from over ten meters away, he could clearly see this most unique Cold-Biting Ox calf.
The fur of other Cold-Biting Ox calves was pure snowy white, but it was an intermingling of snowy white and dark brown, making it very conspicuous.
The other calves grew rapidly, changing visibly day by day, growing larger and larger, but it remained almost unchanged in size since birth, appearing very frail compared to the other calves.
This determined its uniqueness within the herd.
Sometimes Chen Weiyi would witness adult Cold-Biting Oxen teaching skills to the calves; opening their mouths to breathe out a Cold Breath, the other calves would follow suit, successfully emitting a slight chill.
The learning process was often fraught with trial and error, but after some effort, the calves eventually mastered it.
Only that one calf, regardless of how the adult oxen taught and patiently guided, could never learn.
Sometimes, when all the other calves had learned the skills and ran off to play, it stood alone by a small river, constantly opening its mouth trying to emit a Cold Breath, only to close its mouth helplessly.
It had tried hard enough, yet couldn’t master it.
Chen Weiyi thought to himself, this calf is too dumb.
Like the underachiever in a class, where some students learn instantly from the same teacher, and it, no matter how hard it tried, remains the last.
But soon, Chen Weiyi discovered the unusual aspects of this calf.
Though it appeared small compared to the other calves, whenever they played games like colliding with their little horns, it won effortlessly.
With a mere tap, it knocked the other calves to the ground.
Within its small body, there seemed to be limitless strength.
But over time, this calf could no longer fit into the circle of other calves.
No calf wanted to play with such an odd Cold-Biting Ox.
Its mottled fur was too glaring, its size too petite, its learning skills too inadequate, its strength too unruly.
So, just like now, when the other Cold-Biting Oxen and calves were resting together, it was alone, staring blankly at the small river nearby, its long tail listlessly swaying.
Occasionally it would stand up, recalling the adults’ maneuvers to emit a Cold Breath, opening its mouth to try, yet it never managed to expel even the slightest Cold Breath.
It failed again.
“Moo…”
The Cold-Biting Ox calf drooped its head and lay down on the ground again.
“Truly an unloved little creature.” Chen Weiyi thought.
Yet his mood did not fluctuate much; having lived for decades, he had seen too many similar incidents.
However, a solitary calf often becomes prime prey.
The Fire Patterned Snake understood this well.
Coiled tightly on a large tree, its dark red body and flame-patterned scales concealed by dense leaves, its pitch-black eyes fixated on this solitary Cold-Biting Ox calf.
After those vile Snow Cloud Wolves seized the Spirit Plant and chased it from its habitat, the Fire Patterned Snake had been drifting around this area for days.
It knew the nearby village housed many humans, along with a bunch of these vile creatures constantly patrolling that barked “Woof Woof Woof.”
The Fire Patterned Snake dared not enter, resorting to surviving off occasionally found tree fruits.
Until this perpetually solitary calf intruded upon its sight.
It was already weary of tasteless tree fruits, unable to recall the taste of flesh.
But today, it made a daring decision.
Improving its diet, starting with this Cold-Biting Ox calf.
A gentle breeze stirred, rustling the golden leaves, fluttering to the ground.
The impending danger approached the Cold-Biting Ox calf with the sound of the wind.
The Cold-Biting Ox calf raised its head in confusion as golden leaves danced and descended, a noticeable red shot out from among the airborne leaves, bared wide jaws unleashed a torrent of searing flames!
At that moment, the Fire Patterned Snake surged towards the Cold-Biting Ox calf like an arrow off the string, the flames rushing forward rapidly!
The surrounding temperature soared, mighty flames surged, the Cold-Biting Ox calf barely had time to react before being engulfed by this fire.
“Moo!”
A painful cry rang out.
A Cold-Biting Ox tasked with guarding the surroundings immediately detected the anomaly from a distance, and when the flames entered its view, it hesitated not to sound the alarm, “Moo!!!”
Instantly, the Cold-Biting Oxen and calves resting and playing all jumped up, and when they saw the raging flames in the distance, an uncontainable fear sprang from deep within their souls.
