Supreme Heavenly Daoist

On a small, shrub-covered knoll, Yi Tian fixed his gaze intently on a herd of blood deer grazing at the foot of a nearby hill. Every fiber of his being was focused, his hands steady as he gripped a thick iron bow, its limbs as sturdy as a child's arm. With his other hand, he drew a cold, gleaming arrow of refined iron from the quiver strapped to his back.

Suddenly, with a slow and powerful motion, he pulled back the bowstring. The iron bow vibrated with a faint hum as he steadily mustered his strength, inch by inch, until the bow was fully drawn. The arrow was aimed squarely at the herd of blood deer, seventy paces away, poised to unleash a thunderous strike.

Some fifty yards away, fifteen blood deer grazed on the meadow. These creatures stood nearly six feet tall—among them, only three were fawns, yet even they surpassed the height of a grown man. The herd did not feast on ordinary grass but on the medicinal herbs that grew amidst it. This diet imbued their flesh with potent energy, known to strengthen blood and bone, making their meat highly sought after by those who wished to build their bodies. Most prized of all, when a blood deer died, its vital essence surged into its antlers, transforming them into precious velvet. Ground into powder, this velvet could be made into pills or decoctions—valued treasures for any warrior seeking to forge a powerful physique.

With these facts flashing through his mind, Yi Tian's bow remained utterly steady. His body, too, was motionless, clad in garments woven from leaves and vines that blended him seamless