Fine, 50 points it is. If I get two more like this, I'll have enough evolution points to raise one of my attributes by one level.
Compared to Zhang Yang's slight dissatisfaction, Head Wolf and the others were extremely satisfied.
No — they were very satisfied.
"Impressive."
"Really impressive."
Some of the jungle wolves slightly lowered their heads toward Zhang Yang.
In a wolf pack, it's actually very easy to establish one's position: they respect the law of the strongest. Whoever is the most powerful is the one they follow.
Survival of the fittest — that's the basic rule of the jungle.
Zhang Yang's performance just now had far surpassed most of the other jungle wolves.
"Letting you join the pack was the right decision. Today's harvest is going to be huge."
Head Wolf felt very pleased with his own wise choice.
"To make up for everyone taking care of me these past few days, I hope I can be the one to handle all of today's prey."
Look at that — Zhang Yang found a perfectly reasonable and justified excuse for all his killing.
"Good."
Head Wolf also wanted to see whether Zhang Yang could become even stronger. If Zhang Yang could get even more powerful, then their pack's territory could expand outward.
A larger territory meant more food sources. Abundant food would allow the pack to grow and thrive.
Whether they took in lone wolves or raised their own pups, it would bring tremendous benefits.
Next came Zhang Yang's solo performance time.
The wolf pack was only responsible for finding the prey; Zhang Yang was responsible for killing it. Their cooperation was seamless — so seamless that some jungle wolves even started acting as porters.
They had killed too much prey; they had to start carrying it back to the den.
Food was something that could never be too much — no need to worry about waste.
"How about… we stop here for today? There's too much food; it'll go to waste."
It was already afternoon. After killing for half the day, Zhang Yang finally made the suggestion.
It wasn't that he didn't want to kill more — it was just that they had killed so much today that the food couldn't possibly all be eaten. He was worried it would spoil.
"No need. No matter how much food there is, we can finish it."
Head Wolf rejected Zhang Yang's suggestion.
In the end, Zhang Yang still didn't fully understand the rules of this jungle, nor did he quite grasp what Head Wolf really meant.
But since Head Wolf said it was fine, then it was fine. Just keep killing.
Zhang Yang actually quite liked the sound of evolution points coming in.
They kept killing until nightfall before the day's slaughter finally came to an end.
That day, the number of beasts that died under Zhang Yang's claws was astonishing — from small rabbits to large black bulls. In total, he gained more than 3,000 evolution points. On average, each beast gave him about 100 points.
More than 200 beasts had died by his claws.
The pack returned to the den.
As Zhang Yang walked behind Head Wolf, he was met with the eager, hot gazes of a group of young female wolves.
Unfortunately, Zhang Yang remained unmoved, looking straight ahead as he returned to his own den.
Distributing food didn't require the great contributor to lift a paw. Under Head Wolf's arrangement, Zhang Yang went back to rest.
Not long after, Wolf Qing came running over excitedly, tail wagging.
"Big Bro, I heard you were super awesome today — is it true?"
Wolf Qing was thrilled.
He never imagined Zhang Yang would be this valiant. Even his own father had been full of praise for Zhang Yang's ferocity.
Was Zhang Yang proud?
He actually was quite proud.
Wolf Qing had been the one taking care of him before, feeding him. Seeing this kid look at him with admiration naturally made Zhang Yang very pleased.
"Of course it's true. All those prey — I hunted them myself. Think of it as paying back all the meat I ate before. Don't think I didn't notice — you gave me almost all your own food these past few days. You went hungry for days, didn't you?"
"Later Big Bro will treat you to something good. Eat whatever you want."
Speaking of which, Zhang Yang was genuinely touched — touched by Head Wolf's willingness to take him in, and touched by Wolf Qing's sincere kindness.
This little guy had basically given all the food allocated to him by the pack to Zhang Yang these past few days.
"Big Bro… you knew?"
Wolf Qing looked a little embarrassed, quite shy.
Zhang Yang lifted a paw and placed it on Wolf Qing's head.
"Yeah. From now on, Wolf Qing, you're my little brother, Zhang Yang's little bro. Good food, spicy food — you'll have it all."
"Big Bro, I want to become as strong as you!"
Although Wolf Qing had inherited Head Wolf's genes, he wasn't actually much stronger than the average jungle wolf. Reaching Zhang Yang's level in this lifetime was probably impossible.
Become as strong as him?
Could he?
Probably… maybe?
Zhang Yang wasn't entirely sure either.
"System, combine all the talent fragments in my backpack."
"Ding, beginning to fuse talent fragments."
"Ding, obtained Talent Stone: Immense Strength (Beginner) +3"
The talent fragments in Zhang Yang's backpack had turned into a Talent Stone.
He hadn't paid much attention to this thing before, but Wolf Qing's question just now reminded him of it.
Why was Zhang Yang so powerful?
Simply put — it was because of his talents.
So… could this Talent Stone be used on Wolf Qing?
"Come here. Eat this."
Huh?
Wolf Qing looked at Zhang Yang in surprise, then looked down at the small green stone that had appeared at Zhang Yang's feet.
Zhang Yang had a bit of an experimental attitude toward Wolf Qing, but he wouldn't do anything to endanger his life. The Talent Stone was small — even if it couldn't be digested, it could just pass through.
"Eat it!"
Zhang Yang's tone was firm.
Wolf Qing didn't doubt him at all. He trusted that Big Bro would never harm him. So he opened his mouth and swallowed the stone in one gulp.
After eating it, a burst of green light appeared around Wolf Qing's body — but it came quickly and disappeared just as fast. Zhang Yang even wondered for a moment if his eyes had played a trick on him.
"Wow, Big Bro! My strength increased!"
Wolf Qing jumped up excitedly — and he jumped really high.
He could clearly feel that his strength had become stronger.
While Wolf Qing was overjoyed, Zhang Yang felt a little regret.
If he had known earlier that Talent Stones could be used on other creatures, he would have farmed more ants.
Unfortunately, there's no regret pill to buy.
"Why so excited? Tell me — how do your dad and the others store food?"
"Huh? Store food? We don't. We just eat it all."
Wolf Qing couldn't quite follow Zhang Yang's train of thought.
Shouldn't they be talking about how his strength increased right now?
"Eat it all?"
My god. Zhang Yang knew exactly how much prey he had hunted today. Eat it all? You've got to be kidding.
"Big Bro… you didn't go hungry a lot before, did you?"
Wolf Qing looked at Zhang Yang with pitying eyes — and hidden in that gaze was actually a trace of heartache.
Zhang Yang rolled his eyes at Wolf Qing.
What's with that look?
Why did it feel like he was looking at a poor kid who grew up never having enough to eat or wear?
In short: who are you pitying, little bro?
"Big Bro, the more we eat, the stronger our bodies become. The stronger the body, the stronger the power."
Wolf Qing explained it in his own words.
Zhang Yang finally understood: eat more → better physique → greater strength.
But the key question was — could they really finish it all?
Would they burst?
The answer came quickly: they wouldn't burst.
The portion of food allocated to Zhang Yang was enormous. He couldn't eat much himself before he was full, but he could watch Wolf Qing eat.
This guy's stomach was like a bottomless pit — it simply couldn't be filled.
At that moment, Zhang Yang finally understood what it truly meant:
"Just eat it. That's fine."