Cursing Me to Death? You've Got to Be Kidding Me!

"I see."

Wang Ping nodded at Chi Feng's reply, unsurprised.

Chi Feng was just a child—everything he knew came from the Village Chief. There was no way he'd have all the answers.

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

In fact, the fact that a mere village chief knew the detailed breakdown of the three major realms was already surprising to Wang Ping.

It also hinted that both the chief and this village were far from ordinary.

"Big bro, come on, let's go see the hunting party! I'm telling you, every time they come back, it's the liveliest time in the village—there's so much meat you can't finish it all!"

With that, Chi Feng grabbed Wang Ping and started dragging him outside, gulping and swallowing saliva like a glutton.

Wang Ping stumbled, nearly falling, and could only say helplessly, "Chi Feng, I can walk on my own. If you keep pulling me like this, I'm going to trip."

It was a bit embarrassing to admit—a grown man being outdone by a child.

But considering this was a world with supernatural power, Wang Ping let it go.

"Sorry." Hearing Wang Ping's words, Chi Feng stopped awkwardly, scratched his head, and said, "I forgot you're just a scholar, Big Bro—weak and frail."

"..." Wang Ping's face twitched.

It was an innocent remark from a kid, but damn, it stung.

He made up his mind—he'd find a way to get stronger, no matter what.

No man should ever be called weak and frail.

Soon, Wang Ping followed Chi Feng to the village entrance.

The place was buzzing with activity.

Every villager had gathered there to welcome the hunting party.

Wang Ping looked out and was stunned.

The hunters were all towering men over two meters tall, draped in Beast Hide Clothing. Beside them lay piles of prey.

The beasts were bizarrely shaped and massive—most were the size of elephants.

And even dead, they gave off an intensely dangerous vibe.

If he had to describe it, it felt like running into a stalking tiger alone in the wild—a chill that gripped the heart.

"No wonder the uncles and elders of the hunting party are amazing! This haul is huge—they even hunted a Black Wind Leopard, a Fifth-Order Demon Beast on par with the Innate Realm!"

Chi Feng scanned the burly hunters and their kills, speaking with admiration written all over his face.

Hearing that, Wang Ping was taken aback.

Hunting a Fifth-Order Demon Beast that rivaled the Innate Realm?

That bit of information was staggering.

He already knew this village wasn't ordinary, but he hadn't expected it to be this strong—capable of hunting Innate Realm demon beasts.

At the same time, Wang Ping felt both relieved and shaken.

If the village was this powerful and could hunt Innate Realm beasts in this forest, it said a lot about how dangerous the forest really was.

If he'd chosen to hole up outside the village for one night, waiting for his Life Simulator's attempts to refresh, he'd probably have ended up just as dead as No. 36.

Thankfully, he'd mustered the courage to make the right call. Otherwise, the consequences would've been unthinkable.

"Guess even with a Golden Finger as strong as the Life Simulator, my life isn't guaranteed. Danger really is everywhere."

Wang Ping laughed bitterly to himself, gaining a new understanding of the perils of being a Transmigrator.

"Chi Feng, so you finally came out... Sorry, it's my fault I couldn't protect your parents."

Just then, a burly man carrying a greatsword walked over, ruffled Chi Feng's hair, and spoke with guilt in his voice.

"It's not Uncle Chi Hu's fault. Mom and Dad chose to hold the rear themselves. They're the village's pride. And I've decided—I'm going to reach the Martial Dao Peak and bring them back to life."

Chi Feng clenched his fists, his face full of determination.

Chi Hu sighed inwardly and said, "Alright. Then keep training hard. I'll make sure to push you."

Reaching the Martial Dao Peak and resurrecting his parents? That was a pipe dream.

Still, since Chi Feng had finally found his resolve, he wasn't about to crush the kid's fantasy.

"You must be Wang Ping. The Village Chief told me about you. Thanks for what you did for Chi Feng. I'm the one who teaches the kids martial arts here. If you want to learn, come to the Training Field with Chi Feng tomorrow."

Chi Hu then turned to Wang Ping and said warmly.

"Since Brother Chi Hu says so, I won't hold back."

Wang Ping smiled and cupped his hands in thanks.

"No need to be polite. But be prepared—my training is brutal. You might not be able to handle it. That said, with medicinal baths and demon beast meat to nourish you, you definitely won't die."

Chi Hu grinned and clapped Wang Ping on the shoulder.

"..."

Wang Ping's expression stiffened as a sense of unease rose in his heart.

Still, though he felt his days ahead would be rough, to train in martial arts and gain the strength to protect himself, he had no intention of backing down.

Next, under the enthusiastic guidance of Chi Hu, Wang Ping got a preliminary introduction to many of the villagers.

The sky gradually darkened, a full moon hung high, and from the forest came the occasional chirping of birds and insects, along with the roars of demon beasts.

The thirty hunters in the village were drinking heavily, discussing their hunting affairs.

The children were playing and having a great time.

Chi Feng was among them.

Meanwhile, the village women and elders were tending fires, processing Demon Beast Meat, and preparing a lavish evening feast.

As for the rice, it had been cooking long before Wang Ping entered the village, ready to eat straight away.

Seeing all this, Wang Ping inexplicably felt a sense of warmth and security.

"Though it's dangerous everywhere, my luck is pretty good. After transmigrating, I could land straight in a village like this."

Wang Ping couldn't help but sigh.

Then, he pulled up the Chat Group to check the messages.

As Wang Ping opened the Chat Group, he found that many people were @-ing him and discussing him.

Wu Jun (20): "I've @ed Wang Ping so many times and he still hasn't shown up. He didn't really get into trouble, did he?"

Liu Mei (15): "The number of survivors in the group hasn't dropped, so he's not dead. Of course, that doesn't rule out the possibility that he's been bitten by a venomous bug and is lying unconscious, waiting to die."

Fang Yun (3): "Newbie, oh my newbie, you died so tragically. This batch of newbies got wiped out again. How miserable."

Zhang Hu (5): "Let's wait a bit longer. Maybe a system prompt will pop up soon, and then we can watch the Death Replay."

Reading the group messages, Wang Ping's forehead was covered in black lines.

He immediately popped up.

Wang Ping (66): "You guys are too much. I just didn't show up for an hour or two, and you're already cursing me to die. You're seriously toxic."