Doomsday: Grinding EXP Through Hunting

The house in front of him wasn't tall. Tang Wen gestured at the doorframe, realizing he'd have to duck to enter.

Using his night vision, he peered through the crude wooden door.

Inside, there was a set of downward steps, about four or five levels deep, descending half a meter.

This design not only expanded the interior space but also allowed for the coolness of the underground.

The house had no windows, and there was no bed inside. A skeletal figure lay on the ground, hairless with a white beard, making it impossible to guess his age.

Aside from a fire stove and some firewood, the room contained a few tattered clothes, a mud-covered hemp rope, some unknown fruits, and two buckets filled with muddy water...

Even when I first crossed over, compared to them, I could be considered wealthy.

This kind of existence was merely survival.

Living like beasts.

Tang Wen muttered silently to himself, then floated over to another earthen house, where the situation was much the same.

Only this time, two thin, small children were sleeping on the ground.

It seemed they had adults, possibly out fetching water, who hadn't returned yet.

After checking several houses, the conditions were largely identical.

In the center of the village stood a large house.

Tang Wen activated his recently acquired Aura Concealment Art, combined with muscle control, making his footsteps as light as a cat's.

With a knife in one hand and a Flying Stone in the other, he quietly approached the window of the large house.

The two windows were wide open. He took a closer look; the wooden frames were neatly crafted, sealed with yellow paper.

Reaching out to touch, he found the yellow paper to be high-quality kraft paper.

Tang Wen's expression grew complex.

The windows were the work of a professional carpenter. The large house had four windows in the front and back, totaling eight.

At Flame Camp's prices, they could easily fetch over a hundred pounds of foxtail millet.

Inside, several oil lamps burned with yellow flames.

The lamps used low-quality oil, filled with impurities, causing black smoke to dance above the flames.

Looking further in, Tang Wen's expression grew even more complicated.

A large wooden bed, carved with intricate patterns, was draped with gauze curtains. Tang Wen's keen eyesight allowed him to see through the gauze.

A fat old man lay naked on the bed, his legs spread wide.

On the bed with him were about a dozen women.

Two knelt at the foot of the bed, each holding a wrinkled foot, carefully massaging them.

Four women knelt on the bed, attending to his legs.

Each kneaded his hairy thighs and calves.

Behind him, naturally, was the plump, fair body of a woman.

This old scoundrel!

His body is still in good shape!

In the blink of an eye, over ten seconds passed. Tang Wen stood at the window, watching intently, yet the slave owner on the bed remained oblivious.

The old man made soft, contented noises, completely absorbed in his pleasure.

Tang Wen smirked, a thought crossing his mind.

Flap, flap!

A Blood Raven crashed into the door, then immediately flew away.

The sound was particularly clear in the night.

"Who's there?" the old man asked, but he didn't move from the bed.

Tang Wen was speechless.

What?

If someone really came to kill you, would they announce their name?

After a while, seeing no further movement, the old man didn't bother to check. He cursed a few times and resumed his enjoyment.

Tang Wen retreated a distance and rejoined Bai Youruo and Bai Xue.

"I thought you'd make a move."

Bai Youruo and Bai Xue had also wandered around the village.

They had glanced through the back window of the large house, seen the commotion inside, and then left.

Tang Wen calmly asked, "What will happen to the others after I kill that person?"

"What do you think?" Bai Youruo's eyes lit up, filled with admiration.

Judging from Tang Wen's earlier behavior, this was likely his first encounter with such a slave village.

As a Martial Master who grew up in a safe camp, he didn't immediately kill the slave owner inside.

Instead, he came back to ask her a question.

Just for this, he was already stronger than she had been back then.

Tang Wen didn't respond directly, saying instead, "I will still kill him! But after that, I want to stay here for two days."

Bai Youruo was taken aback, then furrowed her brows, staring at him.

Bai Xue spoke directly, "Young Master Tang, we are pressed for time. Moreover, along the way, we might encounter many such villages."

Both women understood that Tang Wen wanted to help these villagers, just like they had when they first left White Stone City.

After becoming Martial Masters, they had been deliberately brought before various weak slave owners by their family elders.

Those slave owners were similar to the elderly Martial Master who enslaved this poor little village.

Some were Martial Masters with no hope of advancement, or a few self-proclaimed powerful Martial Practitioners, who enslaved ordinary people, making them work like beasts of burden to satisfy their desire to be superior!

This was part of White Stone City's training for the younger generation.

At that time, Bai Youruo's choice had been the same as Tang Wen's now—to kill the slave owner and save these people.

She even went so far as to use her own resources to teach them to read, to reclaim wasteland...

But soon, she found it futile.

People who grew up under the slave system had a completely different mindset from hers.

Once they had freedom and enough to eat, they thought they had power and only wanted to do one thing...

Flame Camp was, after all, a small place.

Bai Youruo shook her head inwardly; Tang Wen clearly hadn't undergone similar training.

"You've misunderstood."

Just as the two women exchanged glances, thinking of how to dissuade him.

Tang Wen spoke up: "Both of you think I want to stay for two days to help these people."

"Isn't that the case?" The two women looked at each other, their voices filled with surprise.

Tang Wen shook his head: "I've known for a long time that when it comes to most things in this world, people are powerless."

Bai Youruo asked directly: "Then why do you still want to stay?"

At that moment, people carrying water from the wilderness returned, carefully avoiding the large house in the center of the village, walking along the edge of the path, each heading home.

Instead of answering directly, Tang Wen played coy: "Young Mistress Bai is so smart, why not guess why I really want to stay? I'm going to kill someone now. If you can guess before I return, we'll leave immediately. If not, you'll stay with me for two days."

With that, Tang Wen dashed off. After a hundred meters, he launched a Flying Stone, and a loud boom suddenly rang out.

A streak of fire flashed, and the roof of the central house was blown off.

"Which esteemed elder has arrived?"

"This old man failed to welcome you properly, truly deserving of death!"

A trembling voice sounded.

Tang Wen was momentarily stunned.

The slave owner showed not the slightest intention to resist.

Without even wearing pants, he knelt on the bed, kowtowing repeatedly in Tang Wen's direction.

Tang Wen steadied himself and killed the old man with a single strike.

Ignoring the women who were also kneeling, he hung the old man's corpse on the wall.

Then, he shouted a few times in the village, telling everyone they were free.

After doing all this, he didn't linger, returning directly to Bai Youruo's side.

The three of them, accompanied by the Sand Wolf, moved far away and found a high ground from which they could see the village, stopping there to rest.

Watching Tang Wen take out the Thousand-Li Mirror.

Young Mistress Bai relaxed her brow, her voice tinged with surprise: "You want to observe them? To see what these people will do after the slave owner's death?"

Tang Wen didn't turn his head: "Correct, but too late!"

Bai Youruo laughed: "I really underestimated you, Tang Wen. The Sand Wolf is fast enough; staying here for two days won't be a problem."

As they spoke, the women from the large house in the middle of the village ran out.

Shouting everywhere, knocking on doors.

The village became lively.

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