Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation

27th, afternoon.

Yuzhou City Weather Station issued an orange storm warning, stating that there would be heavy to severe storms from tonight until the 28th. Citizens should take precautions and pay attention to travel safety.

Xue Yuantong was tidying up the beds in her house, placing a bed board under her own bed and topping it with a bamboo mat, ensuring the dimensions were suitable.

According to Jiang Ning's prediction, the storm tonight would be particularly severe, causing water levels in various areas to rise significantly.

Thanks to Yuzhou's geographical location, despite the heavy rain, it wouldn't reach the extent of a flood, not damaging houses or destroying crops.

Every summer, the "big flood" occurred once which many rural people had grown accustomed to.

The "big flood" was a perfect time for fishing, so Xue Yuantong had informed her table-mate Bai Yuxia and Chen Siyu and Chen Siqing in advance.

The three of them decided to go play at the river dam.

Xue Yuantong decided to demonstrate how to catch fish as a master rural fisherman to the three girls.

Unfortunately, Chuchu wasn't around; after weeding peanuts in the village, she had started to thresh them.

Xue Yuantong clapped her hands and said, "Pack it up."

Jiang Ning slightly adjusted and stood the bed board up.

Xue Yuantong walked to the courtyard outside the door, looking up at the sky. The sky was gloomy, with clouds dark and menacing, as if ready to pour down, draining all color from the world, utterly monotonous.

Not even a whisper of wind existed, the air thick and seemingly solidified.

Xue Yuantong fanned herself with her hand, "Jiang Ning, I'm so hot!"

Jiang Ning ignored her. While tidying the room just now, he quietly adjusted the Array, and her complaint of feeling hot was absolutely abnormal.

Seeing Jiang Ning's lack of response, Xue Yuantong huffed.

He was so nice yesterday, and today he had changed.

...

Xue Yuantong stepped out of the front door.

The atmosphere was oppressive, and the neighbor's dog barked frantically.

Jiang Ning glanced at the dog, and it stopped barking.

Mrs. Zhang was scolding Zhang Ruyun, Mr. Qian was composing poetry, and Uncle Tang reminisced about how much it used to rain in the past.

In the bungalow to the east, a black business car was parked at the entrance, belonging to Mr. Bi and his spouse, the most 'prestigious' residents of the River Dam Bungalow.

It was said he used to be some bureau director, now retired, of course.

Butcher Zhang stood at the doorway, sarcastically shouting, "Oh my, if it isn't our mighty Mr. Bi! What happened, weren't you off buying houses in An City, how come you've scampered back here?"

Although Mr. Bi lived in the River Dam Bungalow, he often belittled the houses here, reducing the residents to mere trash heaps.

Initially, Butcher Zhang had noted that the old man did not know how to behave socially, talking nonsense.

Mr. Qian scoffed, stating that anyone who could climb to such a position must understand human nature; he was surely a cunning man, simply not regarding you worth his attention, and that's why he dared to speak so.

How could Butcher Zhang tolerate such an insult? As a butcher skilled in killing pigs, he depended on no one and would not take that disdain lying down.

He frequently cursed at Old Man Bi.

It wouldn't matter even if Old Man Bi hadn't retired; he would still be no match for Butcher Zhang.

Famed far and wide, Butcher Zhang was a robust pig killer with apprentices under him, truly fearing neither heaven nor earth.

Old Man Bi grew angrier the more he thought about it. Back in his office days, he was powerful and sought-after in social gatherings.

In the end, he was helpless against a mere pig killer.

Finally, unable to tolerate it any longer, Old Man Bi decided to move. He owned several properties, including small Western-style houses and large flats.

However, all those places were in the urban area, surrounded by neighborly noise and ongoing renovations upstairs. Old Man Bi could barely tolerate it, but his spouse couldn't stand even a little noise.

Moreover, they had lived in the bungalow at the river dam for many years, and it was hard to leave one's hometown.

To find peace, Old Man Bi recently got a top-floor apartment with a small garden in An City, but the noise followed them, forcing them to move back to Yuzhou.

Uncle Zhang seized the opportunity to kick a man when he's down, "Oh, moved back, huh? Why didn't you buy a villa?"

He blocked their doorway, cursing in the street.

At that moment, a beautiful woman, about twenty-five, walked out of the house. Shapely and poised, with wine-red long hair.

Her name was Bi Yue, Old Man Bi's beloved late-life daughter.

Bi Yue teased, "My family's so rich, I can live wherever I want. What business is it of yours? My parents love living in the bungalow, what's it to you? Are you bothered?"

"A pig killer like you, you've killed pigs half your life, could you buy an apartment in An City? I just love seeing you hopping mad!"

"Ugh!" she waved her hand in front of her nose with a look of disgust, "Your stench, I can smell it from this far away."

Meanwhile, two young men behind her carried crates of expensive liquor into the house.

Seeing Butcher Zhang angered, Bi Yue continued to stoke the fire, "So what if your son got into a top university? He's still just a humble worker, earning three to five thousand a month, right? Oh dear, I don't even need to work; I have money to burn."

Her sense of superiority was so potent that Mr. Qian, standing ten meters away, could smell it.

He sighed a sour poverty-stricken teacher's sigh, "The barn rats grow fat as the homes grow empty. Each day you feast, yet who cries out in hunger?"

Butcher Zhang truly became furious, veins on his forehead bulging menacingly like twisted snakes.

Insult him all you want, but not his son Zhang Ruyun.

Seeing Butcher Zhang's fierce expression, Bi Yue stepped back, the two helpers positioning themselves in front of her.

One of them, expressionless, pulled out a lawyer's license, "Consider the consequences."

Butcher Zhang laughed in rage, bellowing, "My good dog, come!"