Don't mess with that Miao boy, he's sickly and perverted.

The clan chief, leaning on a wooden scepter in one hand and holding a torch in the other, slowly stepped down the stone steps into the cellar deep within the Gu Cave.

The torchlight barely illuminated the heavy stone door in front of us.

The stone door was carved with raised patterns, which were some strange runes.

He first bowed deeply to the stone gate, performing a most devout salute, and then whispered, "I have severely punished Wu Li for breaking the sacrificial bowl. Welcome the High Priest out of seclusion."

The heavy stone door seemed to be pushed by an invisible hand, emitting a dull rumble, and slowly moved to both sides.

In the flickering firelight, a figure slowly emerged from the darkness.

He wore a black python-patterned cloak with a wide hood covering his head.

In the dim light, it was impossible to see the face under the hat; the shadow seemed like a bottomless black hole.

Chai Xiaomi frowned, took a few steps closer, and almost looked him up and down.

But it was still pitch black, and I couldn't see anything.

She followed the clan chief to this place because she wanted to see the legendary high priest with her own eyes.

The crimson silkworms inside Wu Li's body were planted by the high priest. She wanted to see what kind of pervert was so cruel as to use such a young child as a vessel for raising Gu poison.

After looking at it for a while, Chai Xiaomi felt a strange chill. The hood seemed to be completely dark underneath, giving her the illusion that it was empty inside.

The high priest took a step forward, and she was so startled that she instinctively took two steps back.

"Don't you feel bad? After all, that's the child your daughter left behind."

The voice coming from under the brim of the hat was like the tolling of an ancient bell, deep and resonant.

"High Priest, please forgive me!" The clan chief cried out in alarm, hastily explaining, "Five years ago, Wu Ying eloped with a man from another tribe, fleeing Mount Chi, and even gave birth to an illegitimate child, causing the lineage of the Holy Maiden to die out and the Wugu tribe to decline day by day. Even if she were to fall into the eighteenth level of hell, she could not atone for her sins! How could I possibly feel sorry for that child?"

"If it weren't for the fact that he possesses pure blood, which would still be useful for the High Priest's breeding of Gu poison, I would have bound him to the sacred tree long ago and burned him as a sacrifice to the heavens!"

The high priest seemed somewhat regretful, and sighed softly: "It's a pity that the blood of the saintess can be passed down through female infants, but the purest blood cannot be continued through offspring."

The lineage of the Holy Maiden...

The clan chief mentioned this earlier when he whipped Wu Li.

Chai Xiaomi tried hard to recall and finally remembered the record in the original work.

Throughout history, the most skilled in raising Gu (poisonous insects) among the Wu Gu tribe have always been Holy Maidens. They possess an ancient and pure bloodline, passed down through generations. Without exception, every Holy Maiden will give birth to a female infant after marriage, who will inherit the Holy Maiden's bloodline.

According to the clan chief, his daughter, a holy woman, eloped with a man from another tribe and gave birth to a baby boy.

The saint's bloodline was thus severed.

However, this baby boy possessed even more precious and pure blood, which is why they spared Wu Li's life.

However, the high priest's next words instantly overturned Chai Xiaomi's conjecture.

"A self-immolation sacrifice to the heavens?" The high priest chuckled. "Has the clan leader forgotten that those who possess the purest blood are immortal? Otherwise, exposed to wind and sun, rain and frost, hunger and cold, an ordinary person would have long been plagued by illness and on the verge of death."

Chai Xiaomi felt a chill run down her spine.

It turns out they did not spare Wu Li after all.

But he is someone who can't die at all.

Wind, sun, rain, hunger and cold...

Was this the kind of life he lived since childhood?

She returned to Xiao Wuli's side once again.

The ground was scorching hot under the sun.

Chai Xiaomi couldn't sense the temperature, but judging from the surging heat from the ground, the surface temperature was probably hot enough to fry a raw egg.

Although Wu Li's injuries were slowly healing, the pain was still very noticeable.

Only when no one is around will he quietly let out some soft groans, his lips twitching slightly in pain.

He licked his dry, chapped lips, looking very thirsty.

Xiao Wuli struggled to his feet. His straw sandals were already tattered and worn, barely held together by a few straw ropes around his ankles.

With each step he took, the scorching ground made him tremble slightly.

Chai Xiaomi silently followed beside him, her chest feeling heavy, as if something was stuck in it.

If she could, she would love to pick him up so his feet wouldn't get so hot.

Unbeknownst to her, she followed him to a familiar place.

That stinking ditch was what Chai Xiaomi saw when she first came to the Wugu tribe village.

What made it so memorable was that Wu Li had deliberately tricked her into drinking the water inside.

At that moment, the small figure was kneeling on the edge of the ditch, cupping the murky, foul-smelling water in his hands and gulping it down.

Chai Xiaomi stared in disbelief, almost unable to imagine how he had drunk that pungent-smelling water.

After a few sips, Wu Li suddenly murmured to himself, "This is sugar water, very, very sweet sugar water."

The voice still had a childlike quality, but the tone was unusually firm, as if the water would really become sweet just by saying it.

So that's how he drank it.

Initiate self-hypnosis.

Chai Xiaomi's eyes suddenly welled up with tears. She squatted down beside him and couldn't help but say sternly, "Hey, little one! Don't drink it! There are bugs in this water. You'll get sick if you drink it!"

She wandered around the village several times, clearly seeing several clear wells and a quiet lake beside the village.

Why didn't he go there to fetch water?

Later, Chai Xiaomi observed that Wu Li was not allowed to touch anything in the village without permission, including the water source shared by the villagers.

If he were to go to the mountains to fetch spring water, he would have to walk a very long way and carry a container back, which would be too difficult for someone his young age.

Fortunately, its small head contains a lot of intelligence.

After drinking the stinking ditch water for several days, Xiao Wuli came up with a solution.

The sky suddenly darkened, and lead-gray clouds, as if soaked in ink, pressed heavily against the earth.

Chai Xiaomi saw Wu Li pick several large lotus leaves, carefully prop them up with twigs, and quietly wait for the rain to fall.

Beside two lotus leaves, two heads, one big and one small, huddled together.

Two pairs of eyes stared intently as the rainwater gradually accumulated, splashing out tiny ripples on the green leaves as the droplets fell.

Chai Xiaomi's head was not projected onto the water's surface; she was transparent.

But by looking at the reflection in the water, Chai Xiaomi noticed that Wu Li was carefully washing his face with rainwater.

That always dirty little face was finally washed clean and shiny.

Chai Xiaomi looked up and almost fainted from cuteness.

Her face still has a youthful innocence, and she's as pretty as a little girl!

Unfortunately, this pearl, shrouded in dust, remains buried in filth most of the time.

His tribesmen made him do all sorts of dirty and tiring jobs, and after he finished, he would turn into a dusty, dirty "dirty bag".

It doesn't rain every day, but fortunately, Wu Li used this method to collect a lot of rainwater, so he no longer had to drink water from the stinking ditch.

Chai Xiaomi breathed a sigh of relief. In the days when no one taught him any survival skills, he learned how to survive by himself, little by little.

In this illusory world, time seems to be fast-forwarded, flowing at an extremely rapid pace.

Chai Xiaomi was clearly just an observer, yet she seemed like a participant.

She silently "accompanied" Xiao Wuli by his side.

When he was hungry, he would pick wild fruits to fill his stomach, but wild fruits could not fill his stomach. Sometimes when he was so hungry that he could not bear it, he would quietly approach the houses in the village. One woman cooked sour pork soup for her child, and then mixed the leftover soup with rice and poured it into the dog bowl to feed the dog.

Taking advantage of the moment when no one was looking, Wu Li quickly reached out and grabbed a bite.

The man from that household still found out.

Amidst the shouts and curses, they even threw leftover bones in front of him, mocking, "Eat up, it's a treat for you, you bastard!"

That night, the haystack under the tree was deliberately set on fire by that family.

Wu Liben had no residence.

That haystack was where he used to sleep every night.

The haystack burned down, and so did his home.