Reclaiming Wasteland and Farming: My Haunted Fields Are Spawning Monsters Infinitely

Before the sun set, the door of the earthen house was pushed open from the outside. Old Zhang, who was sitting at the table, saw Li Qingshan come in from outside carrying a shovel and a tiger on his shoulder, its mouth still dripping blood.

He unloaded the tiger from his shoulder onto the ground with a dull thud.

"You're back. I thought..." Old Zhang's voice was hoarse and gloomy.

"How's it going, Pen'er? Can we use this tiger?"

"Don't call me 'Pot'!" Old Zhang suddenly exploded.

"Old Zhang, Old Zhang..."

Old Zhang glared and puffed out his beard, taking a long time to calm down. He glanced at the tiger carcass on the ground and said, "Feel its neck."

Li Qingshan squatted down, reached out and touched the tiger corpse's neck, then his fingertip touched a hard object and pricked his finger.

"Scales?"

"I guessed right, this tiger was almost a demon, but it died at your hands. It was its fate."

"A tiger demon? Tigers can become demons? There are more than just ghosts and spirits in this world?" Li Qingshan asked, puzzled.

Old Zhang in the flowerpot shook his head: "Humans can utilize the yin energy between heaven and earth, and so can all beasts. If they are tainted by that evil energy, over time they will gradually develop intelligence and become tiger demons."

"This tiger is no ordinary tiger; its blood will be even more effective. However, there's a drawback: if you kill it before it transforms into a demon, its resentment will linger, and it might seek revenge."

"Um……"

"Let's begin, you don't have much time left." Old Zhang didn't give Li Qingshan time to think. "First, release the tiger's blood."

Li Qingshan tied the tiger's two hind legs with a rope, suspended it from the roof beam, and stabbed it in the mouth with a wood-chopping knife. Soon after, thick blood gushed out.

While the bleeding was taking place, Li Qingshan threw the cut flesh into another water vat and added some tiger blood.

"Come on, give me some too," said Old Zhang in the basin.

Li Qingshan frowned, scooped up some blood, and poured it into a basin.

Old Zhang closed his eyes, his head trembled for a moment, and then he snorted loudly.

"That feels so good..."

"Is your current state really normal?"

"Kid, stop talking nonsense. You're lucky you met me, otherwise you would have died from the Seven-Day Killing Curse long ago."

By this time, the tiger carcass had finished bleeding, and the vat was half full of blood.

"What should I do next?"

"Add water, start a fire, and heat the water."

Li Qingshan set up the stone, placed the vat on it, added firewood below and water above, and the water and blood mixed together. Soon, a strange fragrance filled the room.

"Add a little salt, and it'll become blood tofu. Old Zhang, is your method reliable?"

"Boy, you're in luck. The method I'm going to teach you is not just about detoxification, but about complete transformation. It's a unique secret technique of the Three Corpses Sect."

Think about it, even bones and muscles can be replaced, let alone the poison of a mere seven-day deadly curse.

This first layer of tiger blood bath lays a solid foundation for you, allowing you to temporarily suppress the poison of the Seven-Day Killing Curse.

With a heavy heart, Li Qingshan took off his outer clothes, jumped into the vat, and let the blood slowly soak his body.

As the blood continued to heat up, the skin, immersed in it, gradually became unbearable.

"Old Zhang, should we turn off the heat or add some water? It's too hot in here."

"Boy, do you think cultivation is like going to a brothel for a foot massage? If you can't endure it, you'll remain an ordinary mortal for life. Only by persevering can you be reborn."

Li Qingshan had nothing to say, so he could only grit his teeth and let the heat wash over his body. His skin grew increasingly red, his pores opened wide, and it felt as if a powerful force was penetrating his body.

It hurts even more now.

At this moment, the red spots on my skin have actually faded a bit.

It really works!

Li Qingshan, who had been tormented by the Seven-Day Killing Curse, was in unbearable pain. Today, he finally saw hope, and the pain of being bathed in tiger blood was nothing.

Li Qingshan was writhing in agony in the vat, experiencing an intense and unpleasant sensation. As the flames at the bottom of the vat slowly died down and the water temperature dropped, Li Qingshan gradually drifted off to sleep.

……

The next morning, when Li Qingshan opened his eyes, his body was still soaking in the vat.

He stood up, and water droplets fell down. He wiped himself off, looked at his reflection in the water tank where the immortal flesh was kept, and was surprised to find that the red spots on his face had disappeared, and the red spots on his body had also faded considerably.

"Alright kid, you've passed the first test. Because you weren't using an ordinary tiger, your foundation is much stronger than others," Old Zhang said. "The Seven-Day Killing Curse won't kill you for now."

The huge weight in Li Qingshan's heart finally lifted, and he sat down directly on the ground.

Old Zhang glanced at the bloody water in the vat and nodded slightly.

Being able to absorb 70% of the blood power on the first blood bath is already quite impressive.

"What should we do next?" Li Qingshan asked.

"You've taken the first step. The requirements for the blood bath materials are not high now. Just collect the blood of ten kinds of wild beasts, and combine it with some medicinal herbs to bathe in, and you can get rid of the second layer of poison."

"Any wild animal is fine, chickens, ducks, pigs, dogs, anything goes," Li Qingshan asked. "Are there any requirements regarding quantity or quality?"

"That's enough for one bath," Old Zhang said, then closed his eyes.

After thinking it over, Li Qingshan realized that he was no longer in danger of losing his life after the first layer of poison was removed, so he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

I still have some things to do today. First, I'll deliver the tiger carcass to Zhou Ergou so he can cash it out, and then I'll buy myself a wooden bucket with an iron bottom.

However, I still don't know where Zhou Ergou lives.

Li Qingshan first placed the tiger carcass at home, then went to the village office to inquire around before finally finding Zhou Ergou's residence.

It was a thatched hut near the village. When Li Qingshan went there, Zhou Ergou was not there; only his wife and children were at home.

Li Qingshan returned to the earthen house and, taking advantage of the fact that there were few people on the road as it was getting dark, transported the tiger's carcass to Zhou Ergou's house.

Afterwards, back in the ferocious field, Old Zhang was still resting with his eyes closed.

"Well... I've been thinking about something." Seeing that Old Zhang didn't open his eyes, Li Qingshan continued, "You said this Yellow Springs Peddler only operates in the underworld, so how do people in the mortal world know when it will appear?"

After asking, Li Qingshan looked at Old Zhang expectantly.

He didn't even open his eyes.

Okay, he's set it up again.

Just as Li Qingshan had given up, Old Zhang in the basin suddenly spoke up: "Silly boy, you can tell at a glance that someone must have brought a message up here."

Bring a message up?

This statement contains a lot of information. Could it be that there is already some kind of communication between the underworld and the living world?

Just as Li Qingshan was pondering this matter, someone outside suddenly spoke.

"Is Li Qingshan here?"

Li Qingshan hurriedly rushed out, and several arrogant soldiers appeared in front of the door.

"You're Li Qingshan?" the leading soldier said. "I'm informing you that you've been drafted."

"Why would you conscript me?" Li Qingshan asked, puzzled. "I'm just a farmer."

"I've heard you're quite skilled at hunting. The army is going to have a hunting competition with the barbarians, and we need you to go."