Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World

The Hunting Team was divided into two Orc Squads, and Xiu Yan’s aloof eyes revealed traces of disdain as he spoke in a deep voice, "You go hunting separately. If even one Beast Skin hair is missing, you’ll replace it with your own."

The Orcs looked at Xiu Yan with full-blown panic, a chorus of internal wails sounding off in their heads. They hadn’t expected that coming out with Captain Xiu Yan would not only require them to perform deceit on beasts, but now also faced the risk of accidentally having to substitute themselves. In an instant, every Orc put on a cheerful facade, their faces silently cursing their difficult beastly lives.

Seeing them stand there with sour expressions, as if they were fruits frozen in the cold season, Xiu Yan’s profound and cold eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze on the Orcs growing even sharper, "Missing?"

The Orcs who were still grumbling on the spot instantly widened their eyes and, sycophantically smearing smiles on their faces, looked toward the especially imposing Xiu Yan. In the blink of an eye, they sorted themselves into squads like Cat Beasts that had their tails stepped on, "No shortage, we can do it."

Xiu Yan sneered, "Head out then. I’ll act alone."

Of course, the Orcs wouldn’t insist on accompanying him. The two squads of Orcs glanced at each other, their eyes filled with a fighting spirit, and they dashed off toward different directions.

Watching the Orcs run off in two separate directions, Xiu Yan leisurely began to gather herbs nearby. His slender fingers with prominent knuckles picked each herb carefully, plucking them as if they were some fragile treasures. He shook off the dust and small leaves clinging to the herbs, and then one by one, he neatly stacked them in the basket behind him.

Sunlight slipped through the gaps in the canopy and shone on the Orc’s face, hands, and body, as beautiful as if they were painted on a canvas.

Although the Orc in this canvas looked so gentle at the moment, the occasional glimpse of sharpness and vigilance he revealed when he looked up would let any beast know that this Orc was not an easy adversary.

The fresh herbs were carefully placed in the backpack. These were the ones that Ji Nuan, the little female, had told him were either far from the Tribe or not available within the Tribe. Because these were herbs Ji Nuan desired, Xiu Yan always remembered them particularly clearly. Every time he went out hunting, he would bring some back, and over time, he had accumulated quite a lot, even earning praise from Ji Nuan.

The praised Orc was arrogantly pleased with himself, turning into a plump cub that very evening, indulging in the exclusive service of having the little female groom his fur.

After loading the backpack with herbs, Xiu Yan then picked a direction and, like a well-aimed arrow, shot out and vanished without a trace, only a faint scent of blood coming from afar.

"Hehe, do you guys think I’ll be the first one back when we return?" an Orc from the Orc Squad boasted, swaying his head as he carried a dead Green Bull Beast. Though his body was stained red with the beast’s blood, the excitement in his eyes was undiminished.

Another Orc beside him touched his Beast Skin gear, echoing the boaster’s words with confidence in his tone, "I think so too. Our luck couldn’t be better—we actually encountered the most vigilant herd of yellow sheep beasts. Hehe, it really saved us a lot of effort."

"This time going back, we’ll have to mock them properly. We’ve always lost before, but this time we can finally hold our heads high and puff out our chests, haha~"