Reborn on the Grasslands: My Trained Golden Eagle Can Tear Wolves Apart

[Period setting + reborn + eagle hunting + grasslands + anti-poaching + gritty growth + no brainless decisions]

Wildlife photographer Qi Feng woke up in 1985, in the body of the bullied second son of a herding family at the foot of the Altai Mountains.

His family had thirty-two sheep from the start, and their neighbor had taken a third of their pasture. His own father didn’t even dare say a word.

While others accepted their fate, he climbed cliffs. While others herded sheep, he trained eagles.

After rescuing a golden eagle chick with a broken wing from a cliff, his eagle-hunting bloodline awakened: his eyesight doubled, and he could survey the entire grassland through his eagle’s eyes.

From then on, he could find lost sheep with his eyes closed, ride straight to poachers’ camps, and silence all the old hunters with a single dive at the eagle-hunting competition.

Neighbor Batu stood with his hands on his hips and cursed at him? A golden eagle swooped by, his hat went flying, and he landed in a pile of cow dung.

A gang of poachers entered the mountains carrying three rifles? Frostwing dove from two thousand meters up, flipping their guns with a three-hundred-kilometer-per-hour strike. Try shooting at the sky!

A transnational smuggling boss said, “Keep an eye on that eagle. If it doesn’t take off, he’s blind.”

Qi Feng stood on the mountain ridge, the shadows of three raptors spreading their wings behind him. The wind snapped his coat like a hunting flag.

“Guess how many I brought today?”