My Ability Pool is Superior - Chapter 352: Being Kind To Others

“Alright, Ergou, go light a fire and let the villagers dry their clothes.”

The Village Chief simply treated the wound on his wrist, then began arranging for everyone to rest.

The flames from the burning firewood dispelled the chill in people’s bodies.

The villagers were all rather thin, so sitting around the bonfire was not crowded.

At this moment, one of the young villagers suddenly asked: “Village Chief, do you think this time when we go to pay tribute, the Immortal Masters will give me a chance to test?”

“Forget it, Li family kid, don’t daydream. We just don’t have that fate.” Before the Village Chief could reply, the peasant woman sitting next to him spoke first.

It wasn’t that she was harsh; she just didn’t want this young person to suffer too big a blow and wanted to lower his expectations in advance.

The Li surname Death Fighter didn’t reveal any information, just pretended to be honest and scratched the back of his head, saying: “Just trying my luck.”

Tap~ tap~ tap~

“Wait, look outside.”

Someone unintentionally noticed the situation at the temple door and said nervously: “That’s an Immortal Master, right?”

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

They could see, in that rain curtain, a slender figure was slowly walking toward the ruined temple, looking very relaxed.

The dense autumn rain didn’t have a single drop falling on him; just as it was about to reach his head, it would naturally slide away to the sides, as if there was some invisible barrier above his head.

“Be Kind to Others?”

Lu Bai looked at the title suspended in the ruined temple and couldn’t help but want to laugh.

His own “Pure Smile” was already abstract enough, but he didn’t expect a Death Fighter to have this kind of title.

Putting Death Fighter and Be Kind to Others together was just like a hell joke.

He walked into the ruined temple with a smile, looking harmless to humans and animals, but the villagers in the temple didn’t dare slack off at all.

“Greetings, Immortal Master. May I ask what orders the Immortal Master has?”

Led by the Village Chief, the villagers neatly knelt on the ground, and many were trembling slightly due to fear.

There was no way around it; this was under the rule of Myriad Worm Valley, and those who could appear here were basically Myriad Worm Valley cultivators.

One could imagine the attitude those cultivators who dealt with poisonous insects and evil gu every day had toward mortals.

“No problem, do whatever you were doing, just pretend I don’t exist.”

Lu Bai waved his hand, casually found a corner in the ruined temple to sit down, then propped his cheek with one hand and looked with interest at that uneasy Death Fighter.

Since the Immortal Master had said so, even though they couldn’t possibly pretend Lu Bai didn’t exist no matter what, they didn’t dare ask more and could only brace themselves to sit around the bonfire to warm up.

The villagers didn’t dare continue conversing, and in the dilapidated temple, only the crackling sound from the burning firewood remained.

The Village Chief silently prayed for the rain outside to stop soon; for mortals to be with a cultivator was like sitting on pins and needles, which was no exaggeration at all.

Unfortunately, things didn’t go as wished; as time passed, the rain outside only grew heavier, and the sky became somewhat dim.

Not long after, two men wearing black robes walked into the temple to avoid the rain.

The clothing they wore proclaimed their identity: they were genuine Myriad Worm Valley cultivators.

The villagers then, led by the Village Chief, kowtowed and knelt to pay respects again.

The two saw the situation in the temple; due to the huge gap in realm, they didn’t realize at all that Lu Bai was also a cultivator and thought everyone present was just ordinary villagers, so they immediately became bossy.

“Go squat over there. Who allowed you to light a fire?”

The two Myriad Worm Valley cultivators unceremoniously took the positions by the bonfire, and during this, they even ordered the Village Chief to add firewood for them.

The villagers didn’t dare refute at all and could only obediently do as they said.

After a while like this, they seemed to find waiting idly for the rain to stop a bit boring.

One of the Myriad Worm Valley cultivators took out an insect box from his bosom, removed the lid, placed it horizontally on the ground, and several blood-red centipede-like insects crawled out excitedly.

These insects ran amok in the temple, and their ferocious appearance scared the villagers into dodging hastily.

That Myriad Worm Valley cultivator laughed and asked: “Who is the person in charge here?”

While dodging, the Village Chief tremblingly raised his hand.

This Myriad Worm Valley cultivator was just about to ask what they were doing here when the other cultivator traveling with him suddenly sniffed a few times: “Senior Brother Du, there’s the smell of Blood-stealing Granny.”

“Oh?”

Senior Brother Du showed a bit of surprise: “Perfect, time to feed my natal spirit insect.”

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

The Village Chief’s complexion immediately turned pale, and he knelt on the ground in some despair, pleading: “This… Immortal Master, these are all fine grain as tribute to the valley.”

“Just say this year’s harvest was bad, and it’ll be fine.”

Senior Brother Du naturally knew what fate awaited these villagers if the tribute goods were short.

But whether these villagers lived or died, what did it have to do with him?

He didn’t even slow his steps much, went straight to the side of the horse carriage, lifted the lid containing the Blood-stealing Granny, curled his lip: “The ones you raised don’t look great either, whatever, Xiao Guai, just treat it as a snack.”

As he spoke, he released a half-inch-long spirit insect from his wrist that resembled a centipede in overall appearance.

“Immortal Master, absolutely not.”

Seeing this scene, the Village Chief’s eyes turned red, but he didn’t dare reach out to stop it.

“Noisy.”

Senior Brother Du dug in his ear, warning discontentedly: “If you keep yelling like that, I’ll feed you all to Xiao Guai right now.”

In his view, not directly taking these villagers’ lives was already him showing great mercy.

Lu Bai sat in the corner, quietly watching the situation develop.

Seeing this, that Li surname Death Fighter gritted his teeth, unobtrusively moved next to Lu Bai, and asked in a low voice: “Smiling Big Brother, you’re already a cultivator, right? Can you deal with these two bastards?”

“Sure.” Lu Bai answered very calmly.

They were just two Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators; even without using magic power, it was no difficulty for him.

The Li surname Death Fighter actually wasn’t sure what kind of personality Lu Bai had.

But considering that Lu Bai had been quietly staying after entering and hadn’t directly killed him, he guessed Lu Bai probably wasn’t a replicant.

If not a replicant, it meant there was at least some chance of communication.

“Can I request you to take them out?”

Hearing this, a bit of surprise flashed in Lu Bai’s eyes, and he countered: “Why? Could it be you want to protect the natives?”

The Li surname Death Fighter nodded: “The people in this village are all pretty nice, and don’t you think these two cultivators are too arrogant?”

He continued: “After it’s done, the spoils are all yours. What do you think? I can also help; I still have one color ability reserved.”

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