“Defensive formation? I don’t get it.” Andrew Adams said, “If we all stay together, won’t the wolf pack be unable to find us?”

This was a theory that completely defied common sense. Everyone knew that Andrew Adams didn’t speak without reason, so they looked at Andrew Adams curiously, waiting for an explanation.

Andrew Adams said, “Did you forget about that dragon pellet?”

“Yeah, the captain ate it.” Ethan Foster jumped in, “But what does that have to do with the wolf pack?”

“Haven’t you noticed that along the way, no poisonous creatures like scorpions, spiders, snakes, or mosquitoes have come near us?” Andrew Adams asked.

“Oh, you’re right. I hadn’t noticed until you mentioned it.” Jack Carter said, looking around. Sure enough, there was nothing. Everyone had survived in the primeval forest before and knew how terrifying it could be. Take bloodsucking leeches, for example—they’re everywhere. And there are always those hard-to-guard-against poisonous snakes and ants, any of which could be deadly.

“You mean that dragon pellet?” David Bolton, the person in question, looked at Andrew Adams in surprise, his face full of excitement. This thing was great—practically a must-have treasure for traveling in the primeval forest.

Ethan Foster said from the side, “You’re bare-chested and nothing’s happened to you. Did you eat a dragon pellet too?”

“Yeah, when I was fifteen, I killed a diamondback snake even bigger than the last one, and it also had a dragon pellet.” Andrew Adams said, “After eating that thing, not only do you not have to worry about being poisoned, but all the poisonous bugs in the forest run away when they see you. I can’t really explain why, but it’s also really good for your body. The older generation all know about this.”

“Diamondback snake?” Everyone had plenty of experience and knowledge about surviving in the primeval forest, so of course they knew what a diamondback snake meant. They couldn’t help but be shocked. In the rainforests of the tropics, the diamondback snake is absolutely the king of snakes, the king of the jungle—not only the most poisonous, but also the most troublesome and the most powerful in combat. Even elephants, when they encounter one, have no choice but to turn and run.

Jack Carter asked curiously, “Bro, how did you end up messing with a diamondback snake?”

“That year, I hit a bottleneck in my training. The elders said that when a person faces a life-or-death situation, they can unleash their potential and possibly break through the bottleneck. Turns out, the elders were right.” Andrew Adams said.

“You’re a freak.” Jack Carter exclaimed, “An even bigger martial arts nut than me—a total martial arts freak.”

“The jungle is fair, and so is nature. I chased the diamondback snake for seven days and nights. I suffered a lot and almost became its snack, but I figured out its attack patterns and created my own set of boxing techniques. It was worth it. Half a month later, I used those techniques to kill the diamondback snake. Looking back, I actually came out ahead.” Andrew Adams said.

Everyone listened to Andrew Adams telling his story as if he were talking about something completely ordinary and unrelated to himself. He glossed over the dangers in just a few words, but no one was a fool—they could all imagine how tough it must have been. Their curiosity about Andrew Adams’s mystery and strength only grew, but no one asked further, all understanding the importance of respecting others’ privacy.

“No wonder I feel my body is full of power, incredibly strong, like I can’t use it up.” David Bolton said gratefully, “But scaring off poisonous bugs doesn’t necessarily mean you can scare off a wolf pack, right?”

“It can. As for why, I don’t know either. Anyway, the wolf pack just passed by on both sides of us—there were probably more than fifty of them, and they went that way.” Andrew Adams said, pointing to where the enemies were.

Everyone was shocked, their faces full of surprise and worry. Although they didn’t know how Andrew Adams knew the wolf pack had already passed by and that there were more than fifty wolves, after spending these days together, everyone chose to trust him. Being targeted by more than fifty wild wolves was no joke—they’d better get moving.

So, everyone quickly ran forward. Jack Carter said curiously, “I wonder if that dragon pellet gives off some kind of scent, so that ordinary beasts and poisonous bugs smell it and think a giant python is coming, so they run away? Kind of like the dragon’s breath in fantasy novels, what do you guys think?”

No one responded; everyone just kept hurrying on their way.

With no more tailing wolves, everyone relaxed a lot along the way. Andrew Adams and David Bolton took the lead and the rear, both carrying ‘dragon pellets’. The little poisonous creatures didn’t dare come near and all retreated. Everyone felt that this trip through the primeval forest was just too easy—almost like a vacation.

Whenever they came across wild fruits, Andrew Adams would leap up like a monkey and pick a bunch to share with everyone. Along the way, they caught a few wild chickens, so there was plenty to eat and drink. Life was truly full of fun and incredibly pleasant.

All the way, Andrew Adams listened as everyone talked about the outside world—skyscrapers dozens of stories high, cars running everywhere, all kinds of delicious food, and all sorts of beautiful women. He could barely take it all in, listening with great interest, and felt even more longing for life outside.

At dusk, after they’d just eaten a little, Andrew Adams suddenly gave a warning. Everyone gathered together, asking what was going on. By now, everyone was used to Andrew Adams’s ability to sense danger. In their eyes, someone who had lived in the primeval forest for so long would naturally have a keener sense of danger than most. No one knew that Andrew Adams’s extraordinary perception was entirely due to his cultivation of the “Natural Sutra” divine skill.