Chapter 352: Chapter 351: Kindness Toward Others

"Alright, Er’Gou, go start a fire and let the villagers dry their clothes."

The village chief simply treated the wound on his wrist and then began arranging for everyone to rest.

The flames danced as the firewood burned, dispelling the chill within people.

The villagers were all rather thin, and gathering around the fire wasn’t crowded.

At this moment, one of the young villagers suddenly asked, "Village chief, do you think this time, when we make offerings, the Upper Immortals will give me a chance to be tested?"

"Come now, Li Family’s Kid, stop dreaming, we’re just not destined for that." The village chief hadn’t responded yet, but the farmer woman sitting next to him spoke first.

It’s not that she’s being harsh, she simply didn’t want the young man to be too disappointed, trying to lower his expectations ahead of time.

The Death Fighter from the Li family didn’t reveal much information, only pretended to be simple and scratched the back of his head, saying, "Just trying my luck."

Step~ Step~ Step~

"Wait, look outside."

Someone casually noticed the situation outside the temple door and said nervously, "Is that an Upper Immortal?"

This immediately caught the attention of all the villagers present, and they all turned to look.

What they could see was a slender figure moving slowly towards the rundown temple amidst the rain, appearing quite leisurely.

Despite the dense autumn rain, not a single drop was able to fall on him; it would slide off to the sides naturally as if there was an invisible barrier above his head.

"Kindness to others?"

Lv Bai looked at the title hanging in the temple and couldn’t help but want to laugh.

His own "Innocent Smile" was abstract enough, he didn’t expect there to be a Death Fighter with such a title.

Putting a Death Fighter and Kindness to others together was like some Hell of a joke.

He walked into the rundown temple with a cheerful smile, looking innocent, but the villagers inside the temple did not dare slack off at all.

"Greetings, Upper Immortal, may we ask if the Upper Immortal has any instructions?"

Led by the village chief, the villagers knelt neatly on the ground, many trembling slightly out of fear.

After all, this was under the rule of the Valley of Ten Thousand Insects, and those who appeared here were most likely cultivators of the Valley.

The attitude of cultivators who dealt with poisonous insects and evil bugs daily towards mortals was predictable.

"Don’t worry, just do what you were doing as if I don’t exist."

Lv Bai waved a hand, casually found a corner in the rundown temple to sit in, and with his hand propping up his chin, looked curiously at the uneasy Death Fighter.

The Upper Immortal had said so, and even though they couldn’t possibly act as if Lv Bai didn’t exist, they dared not ask more questions, nervously gathering around the fire to warm themselves.

The villagers didn’t dare continue their conversations; in the dilapidated temple, only the crackling sound of burning wood remained.

The village chief silently prayed for the rain outside to stop soon; mortals and cultivators staying together felt as uncomfortable as sitting on pins and needles, it was no exaggeration.

Unfortunately, the heavens did not listen; as time passed, the rain outside fell even harder, and the sky began to turn dark.

Soon after, two men dressed in black robes entered the temple to take shelter from the rain.

Their attire indicated their identity as legitimate Valley of Ten Thousand Insects cultivators.

The villagers then again knelt and listened for orders under the village chief’s lead.

The two observed the situation in the temple; due to a huge disparity in realms, they didn’t realize Lv Bai was a cultivator as well, assuming everyone present were ordinary villagers, thus began to order them around.

"Go squat over there, who allowed you to start a fire?"

The two Valley cultivators unceremoniously took over the spots by the fire, even instructing the village chief to add more wood.

The villagers dared not retort, and obediently followed their instructions.

After a while, it seemed they were finding it boring to wait around for the rain to stop.

One of the Valley cultivators took an insect box from his bosom, opened the lid, and placed it horizontally on the ground; a few blood-red centipedes crawled out excitedly.

These insects scurried about the temple, their ghastly appearance frightening the villagers into dodging quickly.

The Valley cultivator hearty laughed and asked, "Who’s in charge here?"

The village chief dodged while tremblingly raising his hand.

The Valley cultivator was about to ask about their business when the other cultivator accompanying him suddenly sniffed a few times: "Senior Brother Du, I sense the smell of blood-thief."

"Oh?"

Senior Brother Du showed a hint of delight: "Perfect, I’ll feed my Lifebound Spiritual Insect."

Speaking, he walked directly towards the cart loaded with goods.

The village chief’s face turned ashen, despairingly knelt on the ground and pleaded: "This... Upper Immortal, these are offerings of high-quality grains."

"Can’t you just say the harvest wasn’t good this year?"

Senior Brother Du certainly knew the consequences for villagers if the offerings were found lacking.

But the life and death of these villagers, why should it matter to him?

He didn’t even slow his pace much as he reached the cart, lifted the cover containing the blood-thief with a curl of his lip: "The specimens you’ve raised aren’t good either, forget it, Little Naughty, consider it a snack." he said as he released a half-inch long, centipede-like spiritual insect from his wrist.

"Upper Immortal, you mustn’t."

Seeing this scene, the village chief’s eyes turned red but dared not reach out to stop it.

"Noisy."

Senior Brother Du picked his ear in annoyance, warning: "Keep shouting like this, and I’ll feed you to Little Naughty right now."

In his view, sparing the villagers’ lives was already a great kindness on his part.

Lv Bai sat in the corner quietly observing the unfolding events.

Upon seeing this, the Death Fighter of the Li family gritted his teeth, discreetly moved beside Lv Bai, and whispered: "Mr. Smiley, you’re already a cultivator, right? Can you take care of those two bastards?"

"Yes." Lv Bai replied quite calmly.

Just two Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators, even without using mana, it posed no difficulty for him.

The Li Family’s Death Fighter was unsure what kind of person Lv Bai really was.

But considering Lv Bai had been quietly staying by himself since entering without directly killing him, he guessed Lv Bai probably wasn’t one of the clones.

If he wasn’t a clone, that meant they could communicate somewhat.

"May I request you to deal with them?"

Hearing this, a trace of surprise flashed in Lv Bai’s eyes, and he asked back: "Why? Do you want to protect the natives?"

The Li Family’s Death Fighter nodded: "The people of this village are quite decent, and don’t you think those two cultivators are overly arrogant?"

He continued to add: "After the deed, all the spoils will be yours, how about it? I can also help, I reserve one colorful ability."