Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness

The sunlight pierced through the forest canopy to the clearing, where the blood on the ground emitted a faint white smoke as the moisture within was rapidly evaporated by the intense heat.

The blood on the ground was so thick and sticky it was like glue, making a tacky noise as shoes tread upon it.

While other hunters were puzzled about why they weren’t welcomed, Bi Fang’s live streaming room was already bursting at the seams.

[Wild Zhao Xin has just soloed a bear!]

[I’m willing to call Bi Fang the Silver Spear Martial God!]

[The new era bear-fighting hero!]

[I want to send a hundred rockets!!!]

[Where did Wolf Fang get the rockets?]

[Right, that’s why I can’t send any, it’s the thought that counts, but I’m strapped.]

[Lord Mu has sent the streamer *100 Spaceships—The same model of Bi Fang stepping on a Black Bear plush toy is already in the works, with pre-orders expected in the next two days.]

[Holy shit, you profiteer @Lord Mu!!]

A 1.6-meter-long Black Bear lay splayed out on the ground, its limbs extended, making it appear even larger overall.

Bi Fang circled the Black Bear, admiring his handiwork.

After a year of growth, he had become strong enough to take on a Black Bear alone.

It was the Wilderness Survival version of "Thirty Years a Decade East of the River, Thirty Years a Decade West of the River."

Of course, this Black Bear wasn’t comparable to the one Bi Fang had encountered in his first live stream, whether in stature or season—there was a significant difference in its combat power.

"The first live stream was around autumn, during the season when bears bulk up for the winter, with a thicker layer of fat that made piercing attacks far less effective than now, and its size was much larger than this one, even beyond the size of a normal Black Bear, a very rare type," Bi Fang reflected, nostalgia lacing his words.

"If I hadn’t fought for my life back then, you probably wouldn’t be able to watch my streams now. Of course, I can’t seek revenge now anyway, since that was in Huaxia where the Black Bears are protected."

[Hahaha, let the past be the past.]

[Speaking of which, I suddenly get the feeling that Old Fang has grown up. Am I imagining things?]

[I have the same impression, it feels like Old Fang’s physique is getting better and better, slurp slurp.]

[Scared, the Black Bears break into the Forestry Bureau at night to hug the animal protection handbook and study it daily.]

Could I beat that Black Bear now? Bi Fang asked himself.

It’s probably a 70–30 chance.

Well-prepared, the enemy is as good as dead.

If caught off-guard, there would be a significant risk, but it would be far less perilous than before.

How time flies! Whether it’s experience, skills, or physical fitness, Bi Fang could easily outclass his former self—it’s like attacking from a higher dimension.

Looking back now, it all seems like a dream.

Away from the blood puddle, the Spear stood upright in the soil; Bi Fang crouched on the ground, not paying attention to the noise and tips in the live streaming room, but reaching out to touch the Black Bear’s fur.

The screed filled with barrages of comments and tipping notifications, impossible to see the streaming content without turning them off, and occasionally, a golden banner would float across the screen, indicating someone had subscribed to Emperor status, worth a hundred thousand for a month.

Bi Fang didn’t care about these things anymore; to him, they were just numbers now.

With his fame and status, earning money had become a very simple process; choosing any endorsement meant over one hundred million in income for the current Bi Fang.

Over ten million people were watching the live stream; a single yuan from each meant that Bi Fang’s tips would exceed ten million. For a less popular streamer, that might be the goal of a lifetime career.

An ordinary live stream couldn’t achieve a one-to-one tipping ratio. A real ratio of one-tenth would be good, but Bi Fang’s performance greatly increased this ratio.

Almost everyone who saw Bi Fang hunting the Black Bear couldn’t contain their excitement and gave away all the fish balls they had saved.

There was nothing Bi Fang liked that he couldn’t afford anymore— cars, houses, places he wanted to go, lifestyle, he had everything. Is this what financial freedom feels like?

Not bad at all.

Even going to space, he could buy a ticket with money. It is said that a commercial rocket is nearing the end of its development and a single ticket costs forty-five million Ugly Gold.

The black bear weighed over 300 jin (approx. 150 kg), which isn’t a big issue for groups of several hunters to transport as strong hunters could each carry 100 jin (approx. 50 kg). However, this was much less friendly for solo hunters.

Therefore, before filming began, the production team prepared a locator for each hunter. In case of an emergency or when they hunted a black bear and needed to move the carcass, a helicopter would be dispatched for retrieval.

"I’m not sure how fast they act, so I haven’t pressed the locator yet. Let’s take this time to cut off the bear’s paw."

Bi Fang took out the harpoon, aimed at the first joint of the black bear’s foot, and stabbed viciously into it.

The scene was somewhat gory, especially the dismemberment of large prey—the whitish fascia, the orangish fat, the bloody muscles—it made watchers dizzy, but nobody wanted to miss it.

This was a black bear, after all!

Apart from in zoos, when had one ever seen a wild black bear?

Not to speak of such a bloody and violent scene.

The harpoon pierced into the joint, slowly slicing through the thick white fascia and firm muscle, and blood flowed out again along Bi Fang’s fingers.

"I feel like I’m cutting through one, oh no, ten layers of old cowhide leather stacked together. These joints are really tough and very resilient."

Bi Fang found it tough to cut, and he was already somewhat exhausted from hunting the black bear. Now he was panting from the effort.

"See? Just the joint alone is so tough, so if you’re hunting large creatures, don’t use cutting weapons. You must use piercing weapons that apply more pressure, and the blade won’t easily get stuck in fascia, bones, and such."

"Especially against large predators; even a horse-slaying saber wouldn’t be very effective. It’s likely to get stuck in the muscles and fat, to say nothing of ordinary blades."

[Then why can a horse-slaying saber chop off a horse’s head?]

[Yeah, I’ve seen a horse-slaying saber in a museum, they’re huge and seem really sharp]

"It’s different. The horse’s head chopped by a horse-slaying saber is long and slender, without much fascia or a thick layer of fat. Its defensive strength isn’t high, but other large animals don’t give you such easy conditions for chopping; they all have means to protect their vitals."

"Either they have a thick layer of fur and fat, or they have strong muscles. At the most basic level, they don’t have the long, exposed neck like a horse."

Bi Fang briefly explained to clear the viewer’s confusion.

"Even so, our attack targets shouldn’t be on the limbs because the fascia and bones are most abundant here and can easily get stuck. We should aim to stab as much as possible at the lower abdomen, the flank, and the throat to attack its organs."

"When a wild beast approaches and you don’t have time to retract the spear, you can also use the shaft of the spear or a short stick to hit the animal’s nostrils and eyes to force it back. However, this requires very strong mental and reactive capabilities."

"Ordinary people who haven’t been battle-tested would find it hard to achieve this and would only launch haphazard counterattacks."

Bi Fang turned his wrist and with a strong pull of the harpoon, he cut the last bit of fascia and removed the bear’s paw. He weighed it in his hand; the paw was even bigger than his head.

"Goodness, it’s heavy. This bear paw probably weighs around ten jin (approx. 5 kg). Take a guess, how much do you think this paw is worth?" asked Bi Fang with a smile.

[Goodness, how would I know? Whoever eats this is asking for a prison sentence.]

[Is Old Fang fishing for answers?]

"Hahaha, I don’t mean it that way," said Bi Fang as he drained the blood from the bear’s paw, wrapped it in a torn shirt, and stuffed it into his backpack. "In some places, hunters with hunting licenses can legally hunt bear species each year, but it’s usually brown bears or black bears."

"However, there’s a quota restriction and also high taxes to pay, which vary from place to place; but a bear fetches at least several tens of thousands. Hunters can sell their game, so sometimes, at some wilderness restaurants, you can find bear meat, although it’s very expensive."

"Like this paw that I’m holding, it’s worth at least one to one and a half thousand yuan per jin (approx. 500 to 750 yuan per kilogram), so in my hand is more than ten thousand yuan worth."

"And if it’s from a black bear’s dominant hand, for example, the right hand of a right-handed black bear, it might be even more expensive. More frequent use makes the meat juicier and the price could go over two thousand yuan per jin."

"This is just the price for a regular bear. If it’s a rare large black bear or brown bear, the price is limitless, and it’s auction-level."

The audience was astounded by Bi Fang’s explanation.

That’s incredibly pricey.

And that’s just for the bear species with relatively abundant worldwide numbers that could be legally hunted in designated areas and times. What about other, rarer, fully protected animals?

The potential profit is unimaginable.

No wonder poachers are so drawn to wild animals, risking legal consequences.

Huge profits drive people mad.

During the fight, Bi Fang noticed that this black bear was left-handed, so he only took the left paw and left the rest.

After all, he was just satisfying his curiosity. He stood up, walked between the trees, and pressed the locator, waiting for staff to remove the black bear.