Volume One, Chapter Three: The Robbery

As a renowned general of his era, Zhao Yun was undoubtedly the idol whom Bai Chou admired deeply.

Bai Chou had naturally read countless novels and played numerous computer games about Zhao Yun. Determined not to let Zhao Yun slip away, he called out immediately.

Hearing Bai Chou’s voice, Zhao Yun indeed stopped in his tracks, turned back cautiously, and eyed him warily. “How do you know my elder brother is Zhao Lei? Who exactly are you?”

Bai Chou realized that the presence of Zhao Yun meant this was undoubtedly the Three Kingdoms period.

Although he couldn’t quite grasp why the system referred to this as “Year 937 of the Imperial Era, Third Universe,” being alongside such a famed general as Zhao Yun would surely be of great assistance in unifying China.

“I’m Bai Chou. Well… to put it simply, I’m definitely not your enemy. As for how I know your origins, your brother’s and wife’s names, I heard it from others.”

Zhao Yun stared at Bai Chou for a moment, noting no evasion in his eyes—he didn’t seem to be lying. “Bai Chou? Interesting name. What you said about Changshan and my brother’s name is all correct. But I am alone now; how could I possibly have a wife?”

Only then did Bai Chou realize that perhaps in this era Zhao Yun had not yet met Ma Yunlu, and so naturally he wouldn’t know the name of his future wife.

But that was unimportant now. Seeing Zhao Yun had no hostility toward him, Bai Chou tried asking, “I have no family or destination here either. Where are you headed? May I accompany you?”

Zhao Yun paused thoughtfully, then confessed, “There’s nothing to hide. Legend says there’s an old immortal in this Crouching Tiger Mountain, a master of martial arts. If I can receive some guidance, I could stand proudly in this world and achieve immortal feats. My purpose is to seek him out and learn some techniques to build merit amid this chaotic era.”

Bai Chou then understood that Zhao Yun had not yet received instruction from Tong Yuan. Recalling how he had defeated the fierce tiger with sheer strength, he felt even more admiration for the general.

“May we go together to find this old immortal?” Bai Chou inquired.

Zhao Yun hesitated, “You move lightly, as if recently ill or injured. The mountain paths are treacherous. Even if we find the immortal or not, I fear I cannot care for you properly. Encountering wild beasts again might cost you your life.”

Bai Chou knew his current weakness was merely due to the body’s adjustment after crossing into this time and space. He might recover in a day or two. “I know my body well and promise I won’t be a burden.”

Seeing Bai Chou so resolute, Zhao Yun relented, “If you wish to follow, then follow.”

Bai Chou’s heart lifted at Zhao Yun’s agreement, but at that moment his stomach betrayed him with a loud growl.

Zhao Yun heard it too, smiled, and took a flatbread from his pack, offering it to Bai Chou. “Here.”

Bai Chou did not take the bread but asked, “Are we setting off immediately?”

“There’s no urgent destination, so no rush,” Zhao Yun replied calmly.

Bai Chou felt the bandage on his calf and the pocket on his thigh, pleasantly surprised to find his tactical dagger and portable seasoning pack still with him. He thought, it seems only items like rifles, pistols, and bulletproof vests—things not belonging to this era—failed to cross over.

He drew the tactical dagger strapped to his calf and approached the long-dead tiger.

“Pfft!”

The special forces dagger was exceptionally sharp, piercing effortlessly through the tiger’s body. Bai Chou grabbed a hind leg with one hand and worked the dagger back and forth with the other. Soon, he severed the massive leg.

He broke off some dry branches from a nearby sapling, struck a flint to ignite them, then used the dagger to strip the fur from the tiger leg. Preparing it carefully, he skewered the leg on a thick branch and roasted it over the fire.

As the flames licked the meat, the blood-red flesh turned golden, droplets of fat forming and dripping down.

The scent wafted through the forest.

Zhao Yun, not very hungry before, found himself swallowing involuntarily at the enticing aroma.

Bai Chou took his time. When the meat was about three-quarters done, he evenly sprinkled the portable seasoning on the tiger leg and slowly turned the skewer, intensifying the fragrance.

“You must be a cook,” Zhao Yun admired, watching Bai Chou’s smooth and practiced movements.

“Uh, not exactly,” Bai Chou replied. Skills in wilderness survival and food preparation were essential for a special forces soldier. Yet, he had always enjoyed experimenting with cooking, which explained why he carried the seasoning pack.

Bai Chou sniffed the meat happily. “It’s ready.”

He sliced the leg in half and handed one half to Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun had been traveling through the forest for two days, subsisting on dry rations and wild fruits. His stomach was empty of any fat or oil. The aroma had already whetted his appetite, so he took the meat without hesitation, chewing heartily.

Wiping grease from his mouth, he said appreciatively, “What seasoning did you use? The tiger meat has no trace of gamey smell. It’s truly delicious!”

After eating, Bai Chou felt his strength returning. “It’s just some crushed star anise and bay leaves to remove the gaminess and enhance the flavor. Out here in the wild, ingredients are limited. This is almost a waste of such fine game meat. Given a proper kitchen, I could prepare something even better.”

They chatted a bit more and prepared to set off when a voice came from the mountain path behind them.

“Two of you, that tiger was raised in our Qingfeng Stronghold. You’ve just eaten it—shouldn’t you explain yourselves?”

They looked toward the voice and saw a group of over ten men approaching.

As they drew closer, the leader became clear. He wore a brightly embroidered long robe and held a spear. His imposing face was twisted into a sinister, devilish smile.

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