Any Need for Help?

Feng Jun lay in a patch of tall grass, silently observing the small village at the foot of the mountain.

He had entered the Wilderness Space once again, and it had already been a full twenty days. Three days prior, on this very mountain, he had discovered the small village below.

The village was tiny, consisting of about twenty-some households and over a hundred people, farming a thousand-odd mu of land. The fields were irrigated by a mountain stream, and there were fruit trees, animal husbandry, and over ten young, strong men who could draw bows or hold iron forks for hunting.

Not far from the village, the mountain stream converged into a small lake about fifty or sixty mu in size, though he saw no one fishing.

The people's attire was similar to that of the Xia Dynasty period, a two-piece outfit. Their accents sounded rather difficult to understand, and speaking... even more so, at least for Feng Jun, even though he had spent quite a bit of time in the Spirit Realm.

Of course, for Feng Jun, he cared more about their martial arts index. If it were the kind of martial power where "a single palm strike extinguishes all life within a radius of a hundred-odd miles," he could only choose an extremely cautious approach to contact them.

Fortunately, the martial power level of the people here was about the same as that of the Xia Dynasty. Some people practiced boxing in the early morning, but it was just so-so. Feng Jun felt that his own martial power could rank around the top three in this village.

The only rather bad thing was that everyone here wore long hair; the women did, and so did the men, and they even wore hair buns—it really was too much