Be Kind to Others

"Alright, Er Gou, go start a fire so the villagers can dry their clothes."

The village chief quickly treated the wound on his wrist and then began to arrange for everyone to rest.

The flickering flames of the burning firewood dispelled the chill from people's bodies.

The villagers were all rather thin, and they sat around the fire without being crowded.

At this moment, one of the young villagers suddenly asked, "Village chief, when we go to offer tribute this time, will the immortals give me a chance to test them?"

"Come on, Li Family Kid, stop daydreaming. We're just not destined for that." Before the village chief could reply, the peasant woman sitting next to him spoke first.

It wasn't that she was mean-spirited; she just didn't want to discourage the young man too much, so she lowered his expectations beforehand.

The fighter surnamed Li didn't reveal any information, only feigning naivety, scratching the back of his head, and saying, "Just trying my luck."

Tap~ Tap~ Tap~

"Wait a minute, look outside."

Someone noticed the situation outside the temple gate and said nervously, "Is that a celestial being?"

These words immediately attracted the attention of the villagers present, and they all turned to look.

In the rain, a tall, slender figure could be seen slowly walking towards the dilapidated temple, looking quite leisurely.

The dense autumn rain failed to reach him; as it was about to fall on his head, it would naturally slide off to the sides, as if there were some invisible barrier above him.

"Be Kind to Others?"

Looking at the title floating in the dilapidated temple, Lu Bai couldn't help but want to laugh.

His own "Innocent Smile" was already abstract enough, but I never expected that a deathmatch fighter would have such a title.

Putting a fighter and Be Kind to Others together is like a hellish joke.

He walked into the dilapidated temple with a smile. Although he looked harmless, the villagers in the temple did not dare to neglect him.

"Greetings, Immortal! May I ask what your orders are?"

Led by the village chief, the villagers knelt down in unison, many of them trembling slightly with fear.

There's no way around it; this place is under the jurisdiction of the Myriad Insect Valley, and those who can appear here are basically cultivators from the Myriad Insect Valley.

One can imagine what the attitude of those cultivators who deal with poisonous insects and evil spirits towards mortals is.

"It's alright, just go about your business as usual, and pretend I don't exist."

Lu Bai waved his hand, casually found a corner in the dilapidated temple to sit down, then rested his chin on his hand and looked at the restless fighter with great interest.

Since the immortal had said so, even though they couldn't possibly pretend that Lu Bai didn't exist, they didn't dare to ask any more questions and forced themselves to sit around the fire to keep warm.

The villagers dared not continue their conversation; in the dilapidated temple, only the crackling sound of burning firewood remained.

The village chief silently prayed that the rain outside would stop soon. It was no exaggeration to say that mortals felt extremely uncomfortable sitting with cultivators.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. As time went on, the rain outside only got heavier, and the sky began to darken.

Not long after, two more men dressed in black robes entered the temple to take shelter from the rain.

Their attire revealed their identities as legitimate cultivators of the Ten Myriad Insect Valley.

The villagers then kowtowed and knelt in farewell, led by the village chief.

Upon seeing the situation in the temple, the two men, due to the vast difference in their cultivation levels, had no idea that Lu Bai was also a cultivator. They assumed that everyone present was just an ordinary villager and immediately began to act arrogantly.

"Go squat over there. Who gave you permission to start a fire?"

The two cultivators from Myriad Insect Valley unceremoniously took their spots next to the fire, and even ordered the village chief to help them add fuel to the fire.

The villagers dared not object and could only obediently do as they were told.

After a while, they seemed to find it a bit boring to just sit idly waiting for the rain to stop.

One of the cultivators from Myriad Insect Valley took out an insect box from his robes, opened the lid, and placed it horizontally on the ground. Several blood-red multi-legged insects excitedly crawled out.

These insects scurried around the temple, their ferocious appearance frightening the villagers into quickly dodging them.

The cultivator from Myriad Insect Valley laughed and asked, "Who among you is in charge?"

The village chief dodged while tremblingly raising his hand.

Just as the cultivator from Myriad Insect Valley was about to ask them what they were doing, another cultivator traveling with him suddenly twitched his nose a few times. "Senior Brother Du, we smell the Blood-stealing Granny."

"Oh?"

Senior Brother Du revealed a hint of surprise. "Perfect, I'll feed my natal Spirit Insect."

As he spoke, he walked directly toward the carriage loaded with goods.

The village chief's face turned deathly pale. He knelt down in despair and pleaded, "This... Immortal, this is all the finest grain supplied to the Imperial Grain."

"Why don't you just say the harvest was bad this year?"

Senior Brother Du certainly knew what would happen to these villagers if there was a shortage of the tribute goods.

But what does it matter to him whether these villagers live or die?

He didn't slow his pace much, going straight to the carriage, lifting the lid containing the Blood-stealing Granny, and scoffing, "The quality of this one you raised isn't good either. Oh well, little one, just treat it as a snack."

As he spoke, he released a half-inch-long, centipede-like Spirit Insect from his wrist.

"Immortal, you mustn't!"

Seeing this, the village chief's eyes turned red, but he didn't dare to reach out and stop them.

"Noisy."

Senior Brother Du picked at his ears and warned with displeasure, "If you keep making that noise, I'll feed you to Little Darling right now."

In his view, not directly taking the lives of these villagers was already a great act of kindness on his part.

Lu Bai sat in the corner, quietly watching how things unfolded.

Seeing this, the fighter surnamed Li gritted his teeth, subtly moved closer to Lu Bai, and whispered, "Brother Smiling Face, you're a cultivator now, right? Can you handle these two bastards?"

"Sure," Lu Bai replied calmly.

They were just two Foundation Establishment stage cultivators; even without using his Mana, it wouldn't be difficult for him.

The Li-surnamed Deathmatch Participant was actually unsure of Lu Bai's true nature.

But considering that Lu Bai had remained quiet since entering and hadn't killed him outright, he guessed that Lu Bai was probably not Replicant.

If they're not Replicant, it means we can still communicate to some extent.

"Can I ask you to kill them?"

Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed in Lu Bai's eyes, and he asked, "Why? Don't tell me you want to protect the natives?"

The Li-surnamed Deathmatch Participant nodded. "The people in these villages are all pretty good, and don't you think these two cultivators are too arrogant?"

He continued, "The spoils are all yours after it's done, what do you think? I can also help; I retain a colored ability."