When his students are done hunting, they will give their master half of what they gained. This half is enough to pile up to become a small mountain of flesh.
The prey are mostly weak creatures at the fifth transformation or even weaker. But what they lack in quality, they make up for in quantity.
On the low days, he gains 20 of such prey. On the highest, most productive days, he gains 50 of them. All he has to do to get this is teach his dojo and then come to Death's Door to relax.
As he lay there on the chair relaxing, he thought to himself, "And to think I thought about paying people money to hunt for me."
That was a good idea when he thought about it. But he didn't go through with it because that would be honing in on three markets of trading beast carcasses, which would offend the ten thousand beast hunting centers.
But a better option came along when he began teaching the advanced mana breathing technique for free, and his students heard that he was hunting in an attempt to gain the force diagram and acquire rank two weapons capable of resisting the force of second mortal coil cultivators.
These people decided to help him. He could have asked them to help him, but he didn't need to. They wanted to help him from the bottom of their hearts.
He didn't force them, and he doesn't pay them. They hunt and give him the carcass willingly.
This doesn't interfere with the business of the ten-thousand-beast hunting center. After all, people are free to give other people their carcass. It is their property.
So instead of spending money to avoid the work and danger needed to acquire beast carcasses, he didn't have to pay anything. The beast carcasses came to him on a silver platter.
His great strength became unnecessary. It is a good thing in his opinion.
In fact, he was so happy about it that he laughed about it. Then he took a sip of his wine again.
His mood improved when he saw the lady that had invited him to join her in hunting on the day he became a hunter. She was with a group of other hunters on their way to the green forest.
This is not the first time he will be seeing her on her way to hunt. He didn't use to see her when he used to hunt.
But ever since he changed his hunting methods to relaxing all day, he had enough leisure to see her and other hunters on their way to hunt. It has become somewhat customary for him to see her now.
He chuckled and said, "Look at her. Hunting like an ordinary person. I was right not to associate with her from the start."
She also saw him. His position has become somewhat iconic now, and his hunting methods have become the envy of Death's Door. But above that envy is respect.
They respect his hunting methods, and they respect him for how he achieved it. Anyone can do what he did. But no one in their right mind would give up so much money by teaching mana breathing techniques for free.
NOT only did he teach those techniques for free, but he also taught the movement and breathing technique for free. Then he successfully withstood the pressure of the other dojo masters who wanted to stop him.
Many people challenged him just like Skylaw did. He defeated them. But that's only the tip of the iceberg in terms of the pressure he had to fend off for his dojo to continue to exist.
People don't know exactly what else he had to fend off, but they know that he had to fend off a lot of enemies and people and offers. Especially his students. They know because he told them.
He didn't mention that a cultivator at the second mortal coil came to warn him. But he said a lot of things that did or didn't really happen.
Most of the enemies he conquered, whom he told people about, are just those who came for his money. But some of them didn't attack him at all. He just made them up so that his students will know that he is fighting hard for them.
Thanks to his efforts to enlighten his students, they have an inkling about how much he has tried for them. And clearly, they value what he has done for them a lot.
They don't want him to become discouraged, so they came together to hunt for him. This has elevated him into the rank of noble hunter. It is a rank above ordinary hunters that risk their lives for carcasses.
As he was relaxing and enjoying himself, someone intruded in his gazebo.
This person was fast. They sped through the barricade of his students guarding him and came right up to him.
He sensed the threat approaching even before Roar began to bark, so he jumped up from his chair, grabbed his new giant sword, and smashed it towards the enemy.
The giant sword smashed the enemy's weapon with great force. He felt his hand shake as if he had smashed a mountain, not a human.
A mighty force was transmitted from the enemy through the giant sword to him. Then the shiny blade of the giant sword cracked. It shattered into pieces that fell to the ground.
Lady Vena put her black spear away and said, "Not a bad response for a layabout."
He ignored her compliment and knelt on the ground with tears in his eyes. Then he wept and said, "My poor spiky."
That's the name he gave the giant sword. Lady Vena wasn't impressed by it.
She shrugged and said, "Poor weapon and poor name. I guess they fit each other."
Next she glared at Roar, who whimpered and stopped barking immediately. Then she sat down on the other seat that he had prepared for her.