Three hundred yards south of the city moat, ten thousand rampaging Rank 3 Iron-Hide Mountain Boars thundered across the plain in a solid black wedge.
Every single boar stood six feet tall at the shoulder. Its three-inch-thick hide crusted with gray iron-ore mud and petrified pine resin that had been baked by mountain wind for decades until it was harder than overlapping steel scale-armor. In past border wars, even when three martial masters hacked at an Iron-Hide Boar with heavy broadswords, their blades would chip and spark without drawing a drop of blood!
Up on the central merlon of the Outer South Wall, however, seven-year-old Su Nuannuan didn’t look at the charging ten-thousand-boar avalanche as a terrifying monster wave at all.
To her Rank 4 Early Wood-Phoenix Myriad-Poison Immortal Body—which had been lovingly trained by Gu Changsheng. Grandpa Yao in the supreme culinary art of herbal alchemy and ingredient preparation—those ten thousand tough. Unmarinated iron hides were simply ten thousand pieces of pork belly that hadn’t been properly soaked in hawthorn and plum vinegar before hitting the oven!
“Uncle Grandpa Yao says that if you don’t soften the skin with sweet-and-sour vinegar first. The pork crackling will hurt Grandpa Fu’s teeth!” Su Nuannuan announced seriously, her twin bunny-ribbon braids fluttering in the morning breeze.
