"Hey, White Radish, haven’t seen you leave the house for days. I thought you had become a Lost One!"
"Looking much better, there’s color in your face now. Just the other day, you were as pale as a sick monkey."
"You’re too frail; I’m afraid you won’t live to see Little Fengfeng grow up, and then she’ll have no choice but to marry my eldest!"
In the field, those still busy uncles and aunties raised their voices, teasing Wu Hen and the little girl.
The host body that Wu Hen had awakened in was not very old either, only about sixteen or seventeen, appearing frail and undernourished, barely distinguishable from a younger girl due to his physique.
Wu Hen could only force a smile.
These village elders are still up for matchmaking!
"Don’t talk nonsense. My mom didn’t say I have to marry Brother Xiao Bai!" Little Fengfeng retorted, her face flushed as she shouted back at the villagers in the field.
Her shout only made everyone laugh even harder.
It wasn’t that the villagers were foolish; whenever she had a chance, Little Fengfeng stuck close to the clean-faced young man. At about ten years old, she partially understood their teasing, took it seriously, and the more frantically she tried to defend herself, the more amusing the villagers found her.
Wu Hen decided not to say more.
Crossing the fields with Little Fengfeng, Wu Hen noticed the locals were planting some type of grain.
It wasn’t rice, but it resembled the crops grown in his hometown’s rural area: black in color and with larger grains.
"Is this an agricultural civilization?"
Wu Hen’s curiosity was piqued.
In otherworldly Dust, an agricultural civilization would definitely rank at the bottom.
Even if the crops were pure, containing traces of Yuan You energy, powerful creatures would plunder them, and peaceful existence would be hard to maintain unless this world was like the Scroll Realm, where one returns to simplicity after reaching supreme power.
Wu Hen observed carefully; it wasn’t exactly like the farming villages of his hometown, but it was not drastically different either, and he wondered if this was just the appearance of peace or truly an otherworldly Pure Land.
At the village gathering place, there was a well.
Village women queued to fetch water, chatting leisurely.
They discussed everyday matters, and Wu Hen could not sense anything abnormal in their demeanor.
"At noon, a group of Deserted People came; they wanted to settle in our village... But our fields are limited, and there’s nothing much they can do unless we can cultivate new farmland."
"Our village is still too small; we need to expand. If we still have enough food, we might keep them until we find a new spring, then they’d have work to do."
"These are all practical people, keeping them won’t be an issue."
"Village chief, it’s your decision."
The village chief, an older man, didn’t engage in the women’s discussions and just sat by the well.
When he noticed Wu Hen approaching, he waved him over.
"Did your grandfather say anything?" the village chief asked.
"Nothing much. He asked me to buy some food and drinks, and reminded me to come home before dark," Wu Hen replied.
"Oh, then tonight, everyone should stay indoors, lock up tight. Don’t be curious and stick your heads out if you hear anything, understand? Especially those households with drunken men and boys," the village chief then loudly advised the women fetching water.
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"Understood!" The women immediately ceased their chat, responding seriously.
Something was bound to roam around after dark!
Wu Hen glanced at the sky subconsciously, noticing that the sun was touching the mountains, slowly setting.
He remembered as a child, elders would scare the wildly playing kids into coming home early by telling them things would come out at night. What it was exactly varied by region, and although it often left a psychological shadow on country children, it seemed not to be just a trick here.
At night, something truly emerged.
Evil Spirits?
Wu Hen recalled an Evil City by the sea where, as soon as the sun set, Evil Spirits would awaken and begin hunting the living hidden throughout the city.
What kind of Evil Spirits would this village have?
And with what weapons would the villagers fend off these dreadful spirits?
…
Back at the old man’s house, inside the rustic wooden cottage with a crude bed, Wu Hen locked up the windows and doors and lay down, waiting for night to fully descend.
The old man was already soundly asleep.
Wu Hen simply couldn’t fall asleep, for he was here to search for Yuan You and couldn’t imagine living a quiet life tending to an herbal garden.
"After the sun sets, my perception seems to be even sharper."
"It appears that sunlight somehow suppresses me, it must be some kind of law."
"Let’s first explore the surroundings."
Wu Hen released his perception, which felt akin to his soul leaving his body, and began roaming outside.
Under the night sky, Wu Hen’s perception moved unobstructed, quickly reaching beyond the village.
Outside the village lay fertile land, densely covered with vegetation so thick it was hard to walk through.
"Strange, how come this village doesn’t even have a single path? Could it have been covered by these wildly grown plants?"
The village had no roads leading to the outside world, as if it had been isolated from it, and while walking around the village earlier, Wu Hen also noticed that the villagers were mostly self-sufficient – food, water, cotton, wheat, fruits, brewing... they produced everything on their own.
"Then why are there Deserted People running into the village? How did they get through such dense vegetation?"
With doubts, Wu Hen continued to explore outside the village.
After passing through a patch of jungle, Wu Hen suddenly sensed a peculiar spiritual breath, like a cave glowing with a dim light, filled with treasures essential for lifeforms needing evolution.
"Such a rich spiritual charm, now that I have reached the Spirit Fusion realm, I can directly absorb and integrate it into my body to evolve this frail dog physique!" Wu Hen had discovered something precious.
Though he hadn’t identified any dangers in this Otherworldly realm yet, improving himself could never be a mistake.
What exactly is that eerie sun hanging in the sky, with the information Wu Hen currently possessed, he doubted he could uncover the truth, but as he advanced his realm level, he surely could reveal it.
Otherwise, wouldn’t he end up just like Zai Wu, becoming food for Little Yi?
Clearly, this sun was far superior to Zai Wu’s Heavenly Light, potentially enough to evolve Little Yi from a Dragon Child into a Dragon Lord. In a universe filled with powerful entities like the Cang Chu Divine Realm, only the Black Divine Death Sword could calm him.
"Could this be the spring that the villagers mentioned?"
Wu Hen followed the flow of spiritual breath and soon stumbled upon wriggling soil!
The soil swayed like a lake with ripples, which also carried a thick fragrance as if buried beneath were a multitude of century-old ginsengs, these spirited ginsengs restless and churning the soil, eager for others to come and harvest them.
"Having reached the Spirit Fusion Realm, my perception feels like it’s installed with a spiritual gene detector. Previously, I could only gather aimlessly; now, I can directly locate the source of the spiritual charm."
"Alright, mark it here… I’ll come here later to drink deeply. Without a doubt, I should be able to evolve to a Third Rank Physique in one go, transforming from a thin dog into a little superman, and see if the villagers dare to mock me as ’Little White Radish’ again!"
After finding such fortune, Wu Hen could barely contain his excitement.
Having marked the location, Wu Hen withdrew his divine sense.
"Ha~huh~"
The old man’s snoring was incredibly loud; he was sleeping very soundly, showing no signs that terrifying things would come after nightfall.
Wu Hen wasn’t very afraid of these so-called terrifying entities.
Even if they were Evil Spirits, with the level Wu Hen had reached, they were nothing but low-dimensional beasts to him, mere trifles that he could transcend easily with a Basic Taoist Holy Decision, even if Zai Wu himself appeared.
Seeing the old man sleeping soundly, Wu Hen got up and stealthily left the house.
The village was extremely peaceful; there were no living souls outside at night. They closed their doors and windows tightly, not even lighting any lamps. The entire village blended into the densely vegetated earth so well that even someone flying overhead wouldn’t notice there was a village there.
Wu Hen remembered the location of the writhing soil and headed there under the cover of night.
His body was so frail that even running required him to envelop himself with Holy Breath...
The strength of his physique was the foundation for all other abilities and divine skills; if too weak, all other capabilities would be greatly diminished.
Right now, Wu Hen’s strength was not even one percent of his peak condition, as he was occupying an extremely weak host body.
Having traversed the thick vegetation, Wu Hen felt as though he had crossed a primeval forest and finally found the fertile land and the writhing soil.
"This soil possesses such a spiritual fertility, for someone like me with a Taste Spiritual Awakening, isn’t this just like meditating on a Spirit Array? Not to mention reaching a Sixth Rank Physique, even a Seventh Rank Physique could be achievable."
"Then after transferring this host body back to Nuwa God End, won’t I be invincible again?"
"I seem to have awoken in a land filled with treasures; I’ve totally hit the jackpot!"
"It’s also thanks to the teachings from Si Xue’s descendant that I reached the Spirit Fusion Realm and could perceive this unique spiritual fertile land."
Wu Hen no longer pondered further; he sat down in the middle of the writhing soil, entering a state of fusion with heaven and earth, communicating with the soil’s Earth Spirit Factors, convincing them to find a proper place to reside...
The Earth Spirit Factors quickly converged inside Wu Hen’s body, transforming his weak physique.
