Returning home, Bai Yu didn't rush to claim his reward but instead began to examine the Record of World Burials.

Opening the first page, it displayed Bai Yu's information.

[Name: Bai Yu.]

 

[Aptitude: 1]

 

[Qi and Blood: 3]

 

[Strength: 5]

 

[Cultivation Technique: None]

 

[Talent: Immortality.]

 

[Skills: Play Suona (Practice Makes Perfect), Literacy (First Glimpse of the Path), Hunting (Not Yet Initiated).]

Strength was a mere five, just pitiful.

With a thought, Bai Yu claimed the funeral reward.

[Successfully conducted Old Zhao Gen's funeral, Strength +5, Life Experience +5!]

His body crackled and popped.

Muscles swelled all over, strength surged through his sinews.

He could feel his strength had doubled.

Previously, his maximum strength was around fifty pounds, now it had skyrocketed to a hundred pounds.

Bai Yu was overjoyed, lifting a stone with both hands and hurling it upwards with all his might.

"With the sun and moon in my hands, I pluck the stars, none in the world can match me, hahaha—"

With a clang, the only pot he had was smashed.

It was the only thing he could use as a cooking pot.

Bai Yu felt a bit awkward, looking at the Little Black Dog: "Ahem, actually, we can still cook without a pot. Tonight, we'll have grilled fish."

The Little Black Dog looked puzzled: "Is this something a human would do?"

Even the dog shook its head.

Bai Yu awkwardly smiled, pulling out a plum pit to change the subject: "Old Mo, let's dig a hole and plant it.

Maybe in a few years, we'll have plums to eat."

The Little Black Dog nodded repeatedly, quickly digging a hole in the ground.

Once the hole was ready, Bai Yu solemnly placed the plum pit inside.

Covering it with soil, watering it, and closing his eyes to make a wish.

Both man and dog looked forward to having an endless supply of plums in a few years.

At this moment, Uncle Dazhuang came up from the mountain, carrying a small burlap sack.

His booming voice reached them.

"Wow, Little Blackie has grown so big."

He was referring to the Little Black Dog, which used to be called Little Blackie.

After Bai Yu transmigrated, he renamed it Old Mo.

Bai Yu laughed and said: "Uncle Dazhuang, what brings you here?"

Uncle Dazhuang handed him the burlap sack: "Changsheng, I brought you some coarse rice, just over ten pounds. Don't mind the small amount, eating too many sweet potatoes gives you heartburn.

You can keep the sack too."

Bai Yu was touched and quickly invited Uncle Dazhuang to stay for dinner.

Uncle Dazhuang put down the sack and turned to leave: "Changsheng, if there's ever a wedding or funeral, I'll call you. Now that Old Bai is gone, you need to live well."

Just as Uncle Dazhuang left, their former neighbor, Third Sister-in-law, brought over a bowl of wild vegetable dumplings.

"People need to look ahead. Only when you're full can you live well."

After saying that, Third Sister-in-law also left.

In the countryside, there were village bullies, but also simple and honest villagers.

Tears of gratitude welled up in Bai Yu's eyes.

"Old Mo, tonight we'll have dumplings!"

The Little Black Dog jumped around Bai Yu a few times.

Man and dog sat on the ground, sharing the bowl of dumplings until it was empty.

Bai Yu even licked the bottom of the bowl clean.

Finally, Bai Yu poured some clear water into the bowl, and a layer of oil floated to the surface.

This was precious oil, and Bai Yu slurped it into his mouth in one go.

Only those who have been hungry know the value of food.

"The feeling of having something in your stomach is wonderful. If only we had ten more bowls of dumplings."

In the past few days, both man and dog had been starving, wishing they could eat a whole cow raw.

Bai Yu patted his belly and said:"Old Mo, let me tell you, a gentleman's revenge is never too late, even after ten years.

For us immortals, revenge can wait a hundred years."

The Little Black Dog nodded repeatedly, licking the oil from its mouth.

It had now become a Burial World Divine Beast, immortal, with all the time in the world.

"Hmph, when the Chen brothers grow old, we'll make sure their pensions burst out!"

The Little Black Dog was eager, very excited.

Who do we immortals fear?

At this moment, a voice called from the mountain below: "Brother Changsheng."

Bai Yu looked and saw a little girl with braided pigtails.

She had delicate features, red lips, and white teeth, a budding beauty.

"Little Yu, what brings you here?"

She was the daughter of the village's school teacher and had the best relationship with Bai Yu.

Little Yu reached the front of the shed.

"My dad asked me to bring you a pot and a jar of rapeseed oil. If there's anything else you need, I'll go back and get it."

Bai Yu was moved: "Thank you, Mr. Meng, and thank you, Little Yu."

In the small mountain village, supplies were scarce.

A pot, a burlap sack, a clay jar, were all very important possessions.

Little Yu continued: "My dad went to see the Chen family. He said he couldn't get your house and land back, and he feels guilty."

Mr. Meng was the only school teacher in the village.

He was upright and fair, highly respected in the village.

Even the village bully, the Chen family, had to give him some face.

But respect was not strength, and the Chen family wouldn't give up the Bai family's property just because of a few words from Mr. Meng.

Bai Yu quickly said: "How can I blame Mr. Meng? I'm already very grateful that he spoke up for me."

Little Yu then asked: "Brother Changsheng, aren't you going to school anymore? My dad said you don't have to pay tuition in the future."

Bai Yu smiled wryly: "I appreciate Mr. Meng's kindness, but in my current state, I'm really not fit to study anymore."

Little Yu's face fell, and she let out an "oh."

Suddenly, she took a small purse from her waist and handed it to Bai Yu: "Brother Changsheng, this is the pocket money I've saved. You take it first, but don't tell my dad."

Bai Yu couldn't possibly take a little girl's savings and quickly said: "No, no, I can't take your money.

Don't worry, Little Yu, your brother will get better soon. In a while, I'll tell you more stories."

Mr. Meng was very old-fashioned, believing that "a woman's virtue is her lack of talent."

Yet Little Yu loved reading, so she would pester Bai Changsheng to tell her stories.

Bai Changsheng was happy to show off what he had learned to the little girl.

Thus, the two were very close.

After Bai Yu repeatedly assured her that everything would be fine, Little Yu finally took back her purse and left, skipping away, her braids bouncing.

***

At night, Bai Yu and the Little Black Dog lit a bonfire and cooked a pot of fish soup.

The flickering firelight illuminated Bai Yu's face.

Bai Yu spoke earnestly to the Little Black Dog: "Old Mo, a drop of kindness should be repaid with a fist.

The villagers have helped us so much. If anyone dares to bully them, we'll definitely fight back."

The Little Black Dog snuggled up to Bai Yu, nodding in agreement.

Woof woof~

"With over ten pounds of sweet potatoes and the things the villagers gave us, we can scrape by for half a month.

We need to find a way to make money, first to fill our bellies, then to repay Mr. Meng and the others tenfold."

Bai Yu sipped the hot fish soup, lost in thought.

How could he make money?

His best skill was playing the suona, but Peach Blossom Village had few people, and there might not be a single event in a month.

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Making money through the suona was not feasible.

Oh right, he had gained 5 points of life experience during the day, but he didn't know what it was for.

Focusing his mind on the Record of World Burials, he immediately understood that life experience could be used to improve skill and cultivation technique levels.

Bai Yu glanced at the skill panel.

[Skills: Play Suona (Practice Makes Perfect), Literacy (First Glimpse of the Path), Hunting (Not Yet Initiated).]

Besides playing the suona and literacy, he had some hunting knowledge.

Bai Changsheng's grandfather was an old hunter.

Influenced by him, Bai Yu had learned quite a bit about hunting.

Although his hunting skill was not yet initiated, its proficiency was already at 7/10.

With a thought, Bai Yu added three points of life experience to hunting.

[Hunting skill level increased, First Glimpse of the Path!]

A surge of information filled Bai Yu's mind.

The hunting techniques his grandfather had taught him became incredibly clear, and much of the knowledge seemed to fall into place naturally.

"Old Mo, let's get some rest. Tomorrow, we'll go hunting in the mountains."

"Woof woof~"

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