Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness

Bi Fang gave up the pursuit.

By the time he crossed the valley, it was already afternoon, and darkness would fall again in about an hour.

If he started chasing now, even if he caught up within an hour, he wouldn't be able to bring the wild ox back. Moreover, the food reserves were not abundant. If it dragged on for two days, the situation would deteriorate. He might as well set out tomorrow morning and ice fish again today.

After carefully searching the icy surface, Bi Fang found a good spot, broke through the ice, sat on a dry log, and used fish bones to make a fish hook, baiting it with the fish guts left over from yesterday.

Before darkness set in, he caught eight fish of various sizes. The largest one weighed more than fifteen pounds and had to be held firmly to control it; Bi Fang speared it with a fish spear.

However, the most exciting part was having charcoal at last and finally being able to eat some cooked food.

After crudely building a snow hut, Bi Fang lit a campfire, and the environment quickly warmed up, making him feel sleepy after a day of fatigue.

"Tomorrow we'll go hunting Musk Oxen. We don't need to save food. Eat as much as we can and replenish our strength as much as possible."

Bi Fang's cheeks were bulging. He cut all the fish bellies out and swallowed them raw, chewing vigorously to add calories and vitamins. After half-sating his hunger, he sliced the remaining fish meat and stewed it in a wooden pot.

Bi Fang chose to sustain himself through active efforts rather than scrimping resources to barely survive.

In his previous life, many survival experts had participated in Arctic survival challenges, but they were all too cautious, or rather, not confident enough.

As a result, they dared not consume the resources they had painstakingly hunted, so even if they won, they would lose a significant amount of weight, and their condition would degrade day by day to the point where they could no longer catch prey in the later stages, relying solely on endurance.

The root of this lack of confidence was, fundamentally, a deficiency in ability.

The fish meat curled in the boiling water, changing color from pink to white, which tremendously whetted the appetite.

At that moment, Bi Fang finished carving the last bit of wood shavings, and a pair of chopsticks was also completed. He scooped up the fish meat and took big bites. The long-missed sensation of heat almost brought tears to his eyes.

Nothing beats the flavor of cooked food!

Without minding the heat, Bi Fang grabbed a large mouthful with his chopsticks. The scalding broth wasn't even dripping off when he stuffed it into his mouth—he craved that burning sensation.

His mouth felt spicy hot, but it made him feel incredibly alive.

In the cold and icy world, experiencing such warmth was indeed rare and precious.

It was at that moment that the texture and flavor of the Arctic fish fully burst forth.

There was a fishy smell, yes, but after boiling, it was almost negligible compared to the fish Bi Fang had eaten before. Exceptionally sweet and clean, the fish meat was very elastic.

"The water quality where fish grow has a huge impact on the taste of the fish. The better the environment, the more the fish can truly showcase its deliciousness. Fish from different water qualities have distinct flavors. Fish that grow in high-quality water sources are often very tender, vibrant, and, there's no better water environment in the world than the Arctic Ocean." Find exclusive stories on My Virtual Library Empire

"Trust me, even without any seasoning, the fish here is unimaginably delicious."

Bi Fang's feast made the audience envious.

[I want to eat it too, but I don't have the money]

[I've been to Iceland once. It's impossible to fly there directly. You have to transfer in continental Europe. The cheapest return ticket I've seen is 5000 yuan, but if you book during the peak season or book late, it could even cost 12,000. Greenland is at a higher latitude, farther away, and it seems airplanes can't pass over it, so it might be even more expensive.]

[Excluding the cost of the flight, if you go for 7 to 8 days, including all accommodations in Iceland, tour groups, and airport shuttle, the total comes to about 15,000 yuan]

[Whew, the dream of the poor.]

[Greenland must be prettier than Iceland, which is now full of people anyway.]

[I just went to check the hunting club's information and found that the top three rewards for this period are a ten-day trip to Greenland for five people, and you can even take the same cruise as Old Fang... Plus, besides the reward, you can pay your way for 18,000 yuan per person...]

[That's so you, Ah-Yao!]

[I'm not even a bit surprised (Dog's head)]

After a satisfying meal, Bi Fang exhaled a pleased breath of warm air, feeling toasty all over, and while chatting with the audience, he also spoke of some dangers associated with musk oxen.

Although musk oxen were not as robust as the Wild Baizhi Oxen Bi Fang had encountered earlier, they were still more dangerous.

"Musk oxen are gregarious animals with a high degree of organization. When facing natural predators, they don't panic and scatter like ordinary oxen, but instead form a unique defensive circle. A dozen or so bull and cow oxen charge uphill, and standing shoulder to shoulder, they protect the calves in the middle by facing outward, heads lowered, eyeing the enemy with vigilance."

"In the Arctic, only wolf packs and polar bears threaten them, but faced with the huge bodies weighing three to four hundred kilograms and the tough horns of the musk oxen, wolves and polar bears often find themselves at a loss and sometimes the infuriated musk oxen break out of their defensive formation to launch an attack."

The audience was startled by this. Everyone had seen wildlife documentaries, and the iconic scene of galloping wildebeests on the savannah was deeply ingrained, not something humans could contend with; even lions had to weigh their options. Could one man really catch such an animal?

[Brave oxen!]

[Unafraid of difficulties!]

[So badass, how is Old Fang going to catch one tomorrow?]

[Such a fierce ox]

"However, once Europeans, armed with guns, entered the Polar Regions to make war on the musk oxen for their hides, meat, and horns, the musk oxen's defense systems became not only useless but worse than scattering in panic."

"Hunters first released hunting dogs to chase the musk oxen, and when the musk oxen angrily formed their defense circle in preparation for a decisive battle, they were shot one after another. This method of slaughter was incredibly efficient."

"Around 1865, the last musk ox in Alaska was shot dead. By the early 20th century, the musk oxen in Canada and Greenland were on the brink of extinction."

"Between 1902-1909, an explorer and Rear Admiral from Ugly Country, led several expeditions north into the Arctic, killing about 600 musk oxen for food and funding their activities by selling musk ox hides."

"Had the Canadian Government not passed legislation in 1917 banning the hunting of musk oxen, they might well have become extinct. Under subsequent protection, the musk ox population recovered quickly. There are now about 3,000 musk oxen in Alaska and about 80,000 worldwide; they are no longer considered endangered, and in some areas, limited hunting is even permitted."

"So there's a tough fight ahead of me tomorrow, and I'll be turning in early tonight."

With that, Bi Fang switched off the live stream.

The drone quietly settled onto the ground, Bi Fang extinguished the fire, blocked the entrance, leaving only a vent, and then began to rest.

Seeing this, the audience lingered in the live stream room as they usually would, chatted for a bit, and then left the live stream room in small groups.

Early the following day, before it was fully light, Bi Fang dug open the entrance and jumped out of the snow house, heading to the spot where he had found the musk oxen the day before.

Bi Fang sniffed the ground, relieved that the scent was still there.