Curse Me to Death? That's Seriously Toxic!

"So that's how it is."

Hearing Chi Feng's answer, Wang Ping nodded, unsurprised.

Chi Feng was only a child. Everything he had seen and heard came from the Village Chief, so there was no way he could know everything.

Even the Village Chief might not know what lay beyond the Innate Realm.

Rather, the fact that a mere village chief knew detailed information about the three major realms had already surprised Wang Ping.

That also showed, from another angle, that neither the Village Chief nor this village was simple.

"Big Brother, come on, let's go meet the hunting party. I'm telling you, every time the hunting party comes back, it's the liveliest time in the village. There's more meat than you could ever finish eating!"

At that moment, Chi Feng grabbed Wang Ping and ran outside, his throat bobbing as he swallowed, looking utterly ravenous.

Wang Ping staggered from the pull and nearly fell. He could only say helplessly, "Chi Feng, I can walk by myself. If you keep dragging me like this, I'll fall easily."

It was rather embarrassing to say it aloud. A grown man was actually weaker than a child.

But considering this was a world with supernatural power, Wang Ping soon accepted it.

"Sorry." Hearing Wang Ping's words, Chi Feng stopped awkwardly, scratched his head, and said, "I forgot that you're just a scholar, Big Brother—so frail you could be blown over by the wind."

"..."

Wang Ping's face twitched.

Though it had been an innocent remark from a child, it was still humiliating enough.

He had decided. From now on, he had to find every possible way to become stronger!

As a man, he absolutely could not let people call him frail!

Before long, Wang Ping followed Chi Feng to the village entrance.

The village entrance was exceedingly lively at the moment.

Everyone in the village had come here to welcome the hunting party.

Wang Ping looked around and revealed a shocked expression.

Every member of the hunting party was a burly man over two meters tall, dressed in Beast Hide Clothing. Beside them lay one prey after another.

These prey animals came in all kinds of bizarre shapes and were enormous, generally as large as elephants.

Most importantly, even though these prey animals were dead, they still gave him an extremely dangerous feeling.

If he had to describe it, it was like encountering a hunting tiger alone in the wilderness, making one's heart pound with fear.

"As expected of the uncles from the hunting party! This time, their harvest is huge. They actually hunted a Black Wind Leopard, a powerful Fifth-Order Demon Beast comparable to the Innate Realm!"

Chi Feng swept his gaze over the hunting party's brawny men and their prey, speaking with a face full of admiration.

Chi Feng's words left Wang Ping somewhat startled.

They had hunted a Fifth-Order Demon Beast comparable to the Innate Realm?

The information contained in those words was too astonishing.

Although Wang Ping knew this village was far from ordinary, he had never expected it to be this powerful, capable of hunting even Demon Beasts at the Innate Realm.

At the same time, Wang Ping felt immensely fortunate—and deeply afraid after the fact.

Since this village was so powerful and could hunt Demon Beasts comparable to the Innate Realm in this forest, one could imagine just how dangerous the forest was.

If he had chosen to hide outside the village for the night and wait for the Life Simulator's simulation attempts to refresh, he would most likely have ended up as miserably as Transmigrator No. 36.

Fortunately, he had summoned the courage to make the right choice. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unthinkable.

Sure enough, even with a powerful Golden Finger like the Life Simulator, my life still isn't guaranteed. Danger really is everywhere.

Wang Ping laughed bitterly to himself, gaining a new understanding of the dangers of transmigration.

"Chi Feng, you finally came outside. I'm sorry—it was Uncle's fault for failing to protect your parents."

Just then, a burly man carrying a greatsword walked over, rubbed Chi Feng's head, and spoke with a guilty expression.

"It wasn't Uncle Chi Hu's fault. My father and mother chose to stay behind and cover the rear themselves. They are the pride of the village. And I've decided that I'll reach the Martial Dao Peak and bring them back to life."

Chi Feng clenched his fists and spoke with a face full of determination.

Chi Hu sighed inwardly and said, "Mm. Then train hard. I'll train you strictly."

Reaching the Martial Dao Peak and reviving his parents—just thinking about it made it seem impossible.

Of course, Chi Feng had only just managed to become strong again. Chi Hu would not ruthlessly crush the child's fantasy.

"You're Wang Ping, right? The Village Chief told me about you. Thank you for what you did for Chi Feng. I'm the one who teaches the children martial arts in this village. If you want to train, come to the Training Field with this brat Chi Feng tomorrow."

Then, Chi Hu looked toward Wang Ping beside him and spoke warmly.

"Since Brother Chi Hu has said so, then I won't stand on ceremony."

Hearing that, Wang Ping smiled and clasped his fists.

"Of course you don't need to stand on ceremony. But you should prepare yourself mentally. My training is extremely harsh, and you might not be able to take it. Of course, with medicinal liquid and Demon Beast Meat to nourish you, you definitely won't die."

Chi Hu grinned and patted Wang Ping's shoulder.

"..."

Wang Ping's expression stiffened, and an ominous feeling rose in his heart.

Still, though he felt that his future days would certainly be miserable, he had no intention whatsoever of backing down in order to practice martial arts, grow stronger, and gain the ability to protect himself.

Next, under the enthusiastic guidance of Chi Hu, Wang Ping became acquainted with many people in the village.

The sky gradually darkened. A full moon hung high above, while the calls of birds and insects, along with the roars of Demon Beasts, occasionally echoed from the forest.

The village's thirty hunters drank wine in great gulps and discussed their hunting adventures.

The children ran about and played, having the time of their lives.

Chi Feng was among them as well.

Meanwhile, the village women and elders lit fires, processed the Demon Beast Meat, and prepared a lavish feast.

As for rice, it had been cooking since before Wang Ping entered the village, so it was ready to eat at any time.

Watching these scenes unfold, Wang Ping inexplicably felt a sense of warmth and security.

"Though danger lurks everywhere, my luck really isn't bad. After transmigrating, I was able to live directly in a village like this."

Wang Ping could not help but sigh.

Afterward, Wang Ping opened the Chat Group, wanting to see what messages were in the group.

When Wang Ping opened the Chat Group, he found that the others were more or less mentioning and discussing him.

Wu Jun (20): "I've @ Wang Ping so many times, but he still hasn't shown up. Don't tell me something really happened to him?"

Liu Mei (15): "The number of survivors in the group hasn't dropped, which means he isn't dead. Of course, we can't rule out the possibility that he was bitten by a poisonous insect, passed out, and is now waiting to die."

Fang Yun (3): "Newcomer, my newcomer! You died such a miserable death! This batch of newcomers has been wiped out again. It's just too tragic."

Zhang Hu (5): "Let's wait a little longer. Maybe a system notification will appear soon, and then we can watch the Death Replay."

Seeing the messages in the group, Wang Ping's face darkened with black lines.

Without hesitation, he immediately showed himself.

Wang Ping (66): "You people are seriously unbelievable. I only didn't show up for an hour or two, yet you're already here cursing me to death. That's seriously toxic."