Stockpiling for an Exiled General Through My Store's Back Door

Chapter 126: Chapter 126: He Carried a Wild Boar Down the Mountain

While resting, Hua Buwan wondered if she was acting as a magnet for bad luck again. During her two attempts at gathering herbs, she had first encountered a venomous snake and then a wild boar. Ugh, this was just too hard!

Originally, she had thought that picking wild herbs to sell wouldn’t be that difficult. Who knew it would turn out like this? Sigh, it was best to leave professional work to the professionals. From now on, she would leave the herb gathering to Ling Qianjun’s arrangements. She needed to focus on learning martial arts and gathering the proper equipment before trying again.

Once her breathing leveled out, Hua Buwan calmly said to Ling Qianjun, ”Next, you’ll be passing through an arid region. It’ll be hard to find even a single drop of water there. I was thinking, when you get there, it’ll also be difficult to find a forest to hide in so you can open the Any Door. You’ll have to rely on large boulders or hills for cover.”

Hua Buwan had already shown Ling Qianjun that unofficial historical record, so he naturally knew what lay ahead.

”Over the next few days, I’ll convince the government officers to store water. We have handcarts and buckets, so we can store at least two days’ worth. As for the rest of the time, I think we can do this...” Ling Qianjun leaned close to Hua Buwan and whispered his plan.

Hua Buwan listened intently, nodding in agreement every so often. ”Yes, yes, exactly. That’s a good idea.”

After finishing their discussion on the upcoming drought, Hua Buwan brought up her desire to learn martial arts. Ling Qianjun naturally agreed to teach her.

It was getting late, and the sky had already turned dark. Since Ling Qianjun supposedly still needed to call people up the mountain to help carry the wild boar, Hua Buwan got up and prepared to head back.

However, as soon as Hua Buwan returned to her supermarket, Ling Qianjun merely glanced at the wild boar lying on the ground. Rolling up his sleeves, he effortlessly picked the massive beast up and hoisted it onto his shoulder.

His injuries were completely healed. Furthermore, he had noticed that the assassins were no longer tailing them; they had finally slipped out from under surveillance. Moreover, the dreadful region they were about to cross would undoubtedly test human nature and push them to the brink of life and death. There was no longer any need to keep a low profile.

The main reason Ling Qianjun had become a teenage General, aside from his superb martial arts skills, was his innate superhuman strength.

This wild boar weighed at least a few hundred pounds, yet he hoisted it with ease, barely even breathing heavily. Only his family members and his most trusted confidants in the army knew about his superhuman strength. Anyone in the enemy ranks who had discovered it had long since died by his blade.

In his youth, when he first stepped onto the battlefield, he hadn’t been able to fully control this power. As he grew more experienced, he mastered it completely. He could now adjust his strength at will. Whether he needed immense force or a gentle touch, he could shift and adapt as he pleased.

Back when he couldn’t control it, it had caused him no end of grief. For instance, at the exact moment he meant to unleash a devastating strike in battle, his strength would suddenly bottom out, leaving him unable to block an enemy’s attack and resulting in severe injuries. On the other hand, when he just wanted to eat an egg and tried to use a tiny bit of force to peel it, his strength would suddenly surge, and he would crush the entire egg in his hand.

When he was young, Ling Qianjun had actually hated possessing this divine strength. It made his life feel far too uncontrollable. But once he was certain he had mastered it, he finally began to appreciate possessing it.

Just like right now—he didn’t even need to find anyone to help. He could carry a whole wild boar by himself and stroll unhurriedly down the mountain.

When the exiled prisoners and government officers saw Ling Qianjun carrying a massive wild boar without breaking a sweat, they were absolutely dumbfounded.

The crowd stared in disbelief, wondering when he had become so incredibly strong. If he could carry a wild boar by himself, wouldn’t crushing them to death be as easy as squashing a bug?

The government officers also frantically searched their memories, wondering if they had done anything out of line recently. Had they offended Ling Qianjun?