It Still Has to Be You

"Your luck is actually quite good."

As Wei Ming's emotions calmed down, Du En simply said this.

This was the truth.

If his Cultivation Technique hadn't broken through last night, making his body tougher and stronger, and his Magic Power purer and more abundant, he wouldn't have been able to complete that entire sequence so quickly just now.

If this had happened yesterday, Wei Ming's best outcome would have been losing two legs!

"Boss is truly humble!"

"What do you know? This is called the demeanor of a master!"

"In short, he's worthy of being our leader!"

"Du En is capable, cough cough cough..."

The last person, mid-sentence, couldn't help but cough.

Among the corpse buriers, Ning Caize had the longest tenure, having worked for about a year. Then, due to an accident, he contracted a corpse plague, turning his nineteen-year-old self into the withered, sickly appearance of a forty or fifty-year-old. The root of the illness was hard to remove, and he always coughed.

Coughing now, he remembered his own misfortune and felt a surge of complex emotions. Overwhelmed by sadness, he couldn't help but sigh at his own bad luck, regretting that he hadn't met Du En back then.

However, he was experienced after all, and the matter was already settled. He quickly regained his composure, suppressed his cough, and said, "I brought extra shovels and clothes. I'll go get them now."

"Thank you."

"No need to say that."

Hearing Du En's words, Ning Caize chuckled lightly, his mood instantly improving, and his steps became lighter.

"Since an accident has happened, let's all take this opportunity to rest."

Hooray!

The other three immediately cheered for their boss's greatness and seized the chance to rest.

"Are you alright?"

Du En asked Wei Ming. He wiped away his tears, shook his head, and nodded solemnly, "I'm fine. Thank you so much, boss."

"No need to be so polite. I helped because I could."

Du En didn't say much more. He turned around, picked up Wei Ming's shovel, and carefully buried the swarm of poisonous insects along with the soil into a shallow pit.

Looking at him, Wei Ming felt he was majestic and tall. He silently made a decision: he must learn from him. Only then could he achieve his aspirations!

Therefore, he needed to reflect and identify the most obvious problems!

Meanwhile, Du En quickly filled the pit with a thin layer of soil and then clapped his hands, deciding to take a break as well.

He glanced at Wei Ming, who was currently looking introspective and wanting to turn over a new leaf. Du En shook his head slightly in his heart, hoping the young man wouldn't get stuck in a rut.

During the break.

He first accepted the shovel brought by Ning Caize, leaning on it to ease his physical fatigue while secretly pondering the details of the Earth Bullet Technique.

After a while.

[Earth Bullet Technique (Beginner's Practice 0/10)]

A new item appeared.

At this moment, the short break also came to an end.

At Du En's call, the others returned to their posts.

Then, as expected, Wei Ming successfully veered to the other extreme.

During the afternoon's corpse burying work, he became exceptionally cautious, clearly overthinking things. Even the slightest anomaly, or what he perceived as an anomaly, would trigger a reaction.

He was worse than his absent-minded mechanical work in the morning!

Du En, considering the young man's feelings, didn't say this out loud.

After all the bodies were buried.

"Boss, I think I've found the knack!"

Hearing this, not only Du En but also the others' gazes became somewhat subtle.

Is your over-the-top nervousness the knack you found?

While it's not advisable to be completely unguarded, this excessive state is clearly not a suitable choice either.

If all your mental energy is consumed by this, how will you cultivate at night?

Without cultivation, you can't improve your Cultivation Level. Without improving your Cultivation Level, you can only barely maintain the status quo, and in the end, nothing will have changed.

The corpse buriers didn't say anything, because as long as Wei Ming experienced it himself tonight, he would naturally realize it and start adjusting the balance, finding his own suitable ratio.

Everyone had gone through this, it was just a matter of time.

Speaking of which, Boss Du, you are truly born for this job. You adapted and adjusted completely in just one day back then, truly admirable!

Facing their gazes, Du En's heart remained unfazed, and he simply led the way back.

On the return journey, they were fortunate enough to encounter a very cooperative Strange Owl, which hadn't eaten enough in the morning and hadn't found anything else to eat all day, thus delivering itself to them. Now they no longer had to worry about going hungry.

Clang~

Crack!

Having acquired free food again with fluid grace, Du En weighed it. He hadn't intended to ask anyone else, but seeing Wei Ming's unusual gaze, he spoke, "You want some?"

"Uh, this, I'll try?"

Wei Ming looked conflicted but steeled himself and asked.

Little Wei is really going overboard!

The others cast pitying glances. They had initially thought of offering a gentle dissuasion, speaking tactfully to avoid offending Du En's group, but then they suddenly realized that perhaps this way, his state might stabilize quickly?

In short, they wanted to speak but didn't.

It wasn't that they were afraid of offending Du En!

Du En didn't say much, merely nodding.

They continued on their way back, and after some time, returned to their dwelling in the shantytown outside the city.

Wisps of cooking smoke curled upwards, carrying a stench of decay.

In the small courtyard, Du En was boiling the Strange Owl again.

Wei Ming, enduring the strong, fishy odor, helped out. His taut nerves had begun to relax, but if not for the smell filling his nostrils, acting as a potent stimulant, he would have likely fallen asleep from sheer mental exhaustion.

Once the boiled Strange Owl was cooked, Du En gave him a small leg.

He took a bite.

"Ugh..."

How could it be, so, disgusting?!

Boss, how on earth did you manage to eat more than half of one with a straight face?!

Wei Ming's entire face was scrunched up. His eyes, one wide and the other squinted, looked at Du En, who was eating the Strange Owl with an impassive expression. Beyond the pain, there was only genuine admiration!

It really has to be you!

He didn't dare take another bite, only wanting to swallow it whole, but it got stuck in his throat. A physiological, strong aversion created a situation where he seemed to be choking half-intentionally.

"Don't push yourself too hard. Don't cause trouble for Du En."

Ning Caize couldn't bear to watch any longer. He walked over and slapped the back of Wei Ming's head, dislodging the piece of meat.

Then, because he had leaned in too close and smelled the odor, his old ailment was triggered, and he began to cough violently.

Who is the one causing trouble here without realizing it?

Seeing Ning Caize, who looked prematurely old, Du En shook his head inwardly and gestured for the others to pull the two troublemakers away.

The others moved in a flurry, holding their breath, and finished quickly. They then looked back at the pot of boiled Strange Owl with lingering fear, clearly recalling the painful experience of having believed Du En's nonsense before.

Just boiled rotten meat!

Du En chewed, finding the taste truly awful, but it wasn't to the point of life-or-death suffering. He remained calm as ever, his heart undisturbed.

Just then, a sudden clamor and commotion came from beyond the courtyard gate.