Master of Strange Dao

"What are you laughing at? Have you reached the Sixth Tier yet?"

"No, I'm at the Fifth Tier..." Er Han's face changed slightly as he replied honestly.

"In the village, you have the best root bone, how are you still at the Fifth Tier? Come on, let me see how strong you are now."

Yu Ziqing instantly disappeared from where he stood, and Er Han let out a low growl, his Qi-Blood surging, far beyond the average Fifth Tier.

However, in the next moment, Er Han turned into a remnant shadow and disappeared.

Before he even landed, Yu Ziqing appeared in front of him again, and kicked out once more.

The ground shook slightly, and a large pit appeared on the ground.

Er Han groaned, lying at the bottom of the pit, expertly using his arm, broken into over a dozen segments, to take out a Healing Pill and swallow it.

Moments later, he climbed out of it, no longer daring to laugh.

Ever since Yu Ziqing took on the responsibility of training the villagers as the village chief, his days have been worse than before.

At least before, he consistently had bad days every day and got used to it.

Now everything depends on Yu Ziqing's mood.

If he's in a good mood, he ignores him, and Er Han can have a few good days.

If he's in a bad mood, he gets beaten three times a day.

The main point is, Yu Ziqing's control over power is far from that of the village chief, which means getting injured is unavoidable.

With his head down and eyes respectful, Er Han followed to the village to prepare for the meal.

The village chief saw Er Han and glared.

"Grandpa, what's the matter? Why are you glaring at me?"

The moment he asked, Er Han felt a jolt in his heart, realizing he was in trouble.

The people around him instantly moved a hundred meters away from Er Han, uniformly and swiftly.

As expected, in the next moment, Er Han was sent flying again.

But he had only flown a few meters before the village chief caught him with a foot.

Er Han turned into a remnant shadow, jumping left and right within a few meters.

Yu Ziqing watched closely, noting that in the process of training others, he had trained himself as well, the village chief was becoming increasingly unreasonable.

In such a small area, moving with such speed and agility, he's sure he couldn't do it.

In just a few breaths, Er Han was back where he started, with very evenly distributed swelling and injuries, not too serious. Apart from the pain, it didn't even affect him from joining the meal.

"Others started their cultivation later than you, their base root bone is far inferior, and yet holding the Little White Fox with one hand, they can suppress you like this. How dare you ask what's the matter?"

Er Han kept his head down and didn't speak, not daring to retort.

Judging by his rich experience, saying one more word would mean another beating.

Saying more than three words, and the next month would be unbearable.

He was wrong; letting Yu Ziqing train him would be more comfortable, at least he'd have some good days.

But Yu Ziqing definitely couldn't make him hurt all over yet keep the injuries light, with standard superficial wounds, no bloodshed, and even the Healing Pill couldn't speed up recovery.

He also dared not recover too fast, since having some injury ensured most of the time he wouldn't get beaten again.

"Meals are ready."

The kitchen auntie shouted loudly, and the crowd watching the commotion immediately returned to their places, ready to eat.

Yu Ziqing looked at Er Han and sighed inwardly.

This guy truly has strong inherent root bone, along with the foundation of Nourishing Body Fist, in the future within Jinlan Mountain, besides the village chief, he has the best chance of advancing to the Ninth Tier.

He's indeed got a strong foundation, extremely solid, with the village chief personally reinforcing his basics.

As long as he proceeds steadily, it's unlikely that he won't advance to the Ninth Tier.

The long-awaited feast, everyone ate happily, their bellies fully extended.

Some were so full they had to immediately start static cultivation to digest the power of the giant shark meat.

But many others, like Yu Ziqing, still preferred this feeling of being full, slowly digesting, and gradually absorbing.

This allowed them to feel a sense of fullness, and it still felt very satisfying after so long.

After all, ordinary food now hardly gives them that feeling anymore.

Yu Ziqing lay unceremoniously on the ground, belly full.

He remembered back then, the villagers, starving, after a meal, would also lie on the ground like this, quietly enjoying the utmost satisfaction that came from the fullness.

Back then, some people were almost full to death, yet still wanted to eat.

Yu Ziqing really enjoyed this feeling and was very grateful that under the village chief's management, the village remained the same as before.

No one let power change their mindset.

Besides the fear of hunger, everyone was actually still the same.

At least Yu Ziqing thought it was great this way.

Throughout history, people have always been able to endure hardships but struggled to share joy, and conflicts often arose during the sharing of happiness.

As long as everyone still remembers the feeling of hunger, of nearly starving to death, the cohesion within Jinlan Mountain won't dissolve.

As the villagers gradually grow stronger, these matters are what Yu Ziqing needs to always keep in mind.

Thinking back, the village chief had long ago said that no one below the Sixth Tier could leave, which was truly extraordinary wisdom.

With the hard experiences these people endured back in the day, if they ventured out too early, they would likely lose themselves to the enticing world outside.

At home nowadays, seeing Jinlan Mountain develop step by step, with conditions improving.

If they did leave, most of them would probably feel it's still better in the village.

After eating his fill, Yu Ziqing wandered alone to the back mountain, found the Jade Tomb, and threw out over a thousand pounds of giant shark meat.

"There's a share for everyone, if you can eat, I'll give you a bit more."