Simulating Again

Zhang Hu (5): "Eh, the newbie popped up. The newbie didn't die."

Fang Yun (3): "What? You actually didn't die? I thought you were done for."

Wu Jun (20): "The big shots are so scheming. This weakling is trembling in fear.jpg."

Wang Ping (66): "."

Liu Mei (15): "So, Wang Ping, did you make it into the village?"

Wang Ping (66): "The forest I'm in is actually the Demon Beast Forest. If I hadn't entered the village, I feel like I'd already be dead by now."

Liu Mei (15): "To be fair, your luck is pretty good, and you've got some guts. Otherwise, you really would have died. Still, don't let your guard down. Entering the village doesn't necessarily mean you can keep your life. Remember to be careful in everything."

Wang Ping (66): "Mm! Thanks for the reminder, Big Sister Liu Mei!"

Looking at Liu Mei's profile picture, Wang Ping felt completely safe.

Although Liu Mei had been a little sharp-tongued at first in the group, she had helped the newcomers from beginning to end. Her personality was truly great.

Liu Mei (15): "No need to thank me. As Transmigrators, we're all adrift in another world, with life and death impossible to predict. Helping each other is only right."

Wang Ping felt deeply moved as he read Liu Mei's words.

Now this was what an excellent group friend of the year should say. People like Zhang Hu and Fang Yun were far too scheming.

Wang Ping (66): "By the way, what are everyone's Golden Fingers? Curious baby.jpg."

Then Wang Ping recalled Wu Jun's previously tearful, desperate expression over his Golden Finger and could not help asking curiously.

Liu Mei (15): "Mine is One-Click Beauty. It lets me adjust my appearance however I want. Thanks to this Golden Finger, I'm now considered one of the emperor's favored consorts."

Wang Ping (66): "(⊙o⊙)..."

Wang Ping's gaze turned somewhat subtle.

Good lord, there was even a Golden Finger like that? This had truly opened his eyes.

Fang Yun (3): "My Golden Finger is pretty ordinary. It just increases my cultivation speed a bit. Seriously, compared with your Golden Fingers, I'm way too weak. Envious gaze.jpg."

Zhang Hu (5): "Knight's Blessing. I don't want to discuss the details."

Wu Jun (20): "."

Wang Ping (66): "There really are all kinds of Golden Fingers. What are Brother Wu's and Brother Cai's Golden Fingers?"

Wang Ping did not fully believe what they had said.

After all, he had held something back himself. The others might not necessarily have revealed everything either.

Golden Fingers were their greatest trump cards and secrets. No normal person would disclose them so easily.

Wu Jun (20): "We don't know what Brother Cai's Golden Finger is. As for mine, can I not say? o(╥﹏╥)o"

Wang Ping (66): "Come on, tell us. It's not like you'll get pregnant."

Zhang Hu (5): "Won't get pregnant? Smirk.jpg."

Fang Yun (3): "I'm dying of laughter. You really will get pregnant."

Wang Ping: "???"

Wang Ping was stunned.

Good lord, what kind of Golden Finger was it that could actually get someone pregnant?

That was a little too outrageous.

Wu Jun (20): "!!!"

Wu Jun (20): "Don't say it! If you do, I'm cutting ties with you!"

Liu Mei (15): "Don't take the joke too far. And didn't we promise not to tell anyone? A person should keep their word."

Wu Jun (20): "Wuwuwu, Big Sister Liu Mei, you're still the reliable one. You really are my dear sister!"

Fang Yun (3): "Don't worry, we won't say anything."

Zhang Hu (5): "As an upright knight, I obviously wouldn't take pleasure in someone else's suffering."

Wang Ping (66): "."

As if I'd believe a word you two say. You're the schemer and the Fun Seeker.

After continuing to chat nonsense in the group for a while, Wang Ping logged off.

The Demon Beast Meat had finished cooking. It was time for dinner.

"This is Rank One Demon Beast Meat. Eating it will be greatly beneficial to you. But your body is too weak, and you cannot take nourishment when you are too frail. Don't eat too much."

The Village Chief carried over a bowl of rice and a small dish of meat, placing them before Wang Ping as he spoke.

"Thank you, Village Chief."

Wang Ping accepted the food and thanked him gratefully.

Then Wang Ping's appetite surged, and he began eating in large mouthfuls.

It had to be said, this Demon Beast Meat was truly fragrant and genuinely delicious.

However, just as the Village Chief had said, Wang Ping's physique was too weak. After eating one small dish of Demon Beast Meat, he felt heat coursing through his entire body, leaving him very comfortable.

At the same time, he felt full and could not eat another bite.

He could only watch enviously as the people of Chi Village ate and drank in huge mouthfuls.

The adults ate Demon Beast Meat from the Postnatal Realm and even the Innate Realm, washing it down with great gulps of alcohol.

Even the children, women, and elderly could devour low-rank Demon Beast Meat in huge mouthfuls, their appetites astonishing.

After Chi Village's communal meal ended, Wang Ping returned home with Chi Feng.

The next day, before dawn had broken, Wang Ping was awakened by a series of explosive sounds.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he pushed open the door and saw Chi Feng practicing his fist forms in the courtyard.

Though Chi Feng was only eight years old, he was already nearly 1.6 meters tall. His punches were fierce and powerful, making the air howl sharply.

Wang Ping felt that Chi Feng could kill a fierce tiger with a single punch.

Of course, that might very well have been true.

Although Chi Feng was young, he possessed cultivation. An ordinary tiger really would not be his match.

"Chi Feng, what realm are you at now?"

Wang Ping asked curiously.

"My talent can only be considered average in the village. After practicing martial arts for two years, I've only reached the middle stage of the Skin Refining Realm." Chi Feng withdrew his fists and answered somewhat embarrassedly.

"The middle stage of the Skin Refining Realm..." Wang Ping pondered slightly, unsure whether that was strong or weak.

After all, he had no standard by which to judge.

"Brother Wang Ping, you can sleep a little longer. There's still about half a shichen before Uncle Chi Hu teaches us martial arts."

Chi Feng continued practicing his fists as he reminded him.

"It's fine. Since I'm already up, I'm not sleepy anymore. I might as well watch you practice."

Wang Ping smiled.

Chi Feng nodded at that and continued practicing his fists with complete concentration.

Meanwhile, Wang Ping focused his mind and summoned the Life Simulator.

Midnight had passed, so the Life Simulator's number of simulations had undoubtedly refreshed. He planned to begin another simulation.

"Life Simulator, begin the simulation."

Wang Ping said inwardly.

"Ding, simulation beginning."

Very soon, the virtual screen appeared, and words began to emerge across it.