Chaotic Times and Disasters: I Hunt Down Martial Arts Masters and Become a God

Fu Qing felt as if someone had been hammering the back of his head all night. When he opened his eyes, all he saw was a blackened roof beam.

After a three-second pause, two streams of memories gradually cleared in my mind: the office, computer, and takeout from my past life, and the dilapidated house, heavy snow, and famine from this life.

He propped himself up on the bed board. The mattress he touched was hard and thin. In the small room, there were several jars piled in the corner. There was a hole in the window paper, and cold wind was whistling in.

Two women were standing in front of the bed.

To be precise, they were two kneeling women.

The first one had gentle features and tear stains on her face. When she saw that he was awake, she hurriedly wiped her eyes.

The younger boy next to her knelt on the ground with his shoulders hunched over, not daring to lift his head.

The original owner's memories flooded back, and he learned the identities of the two people in front of him.

This is his wife, Song Yawei, and the woman next to her is his sister-in-law, Song Nini.

This winter, heavy snow blocked the mountains, causing famine. The elderly couple in the Song family starved to death in their house. Before they died, they asked Song Nini to cross the mountain to find her brother-in-law.

The original owner's family had no food, and in his desperation, he drank half a jar of cheap liquor left over from a few years ago, which caused him to drink himself to death.

Then he arrived.

"The head of the household."

Song Yawei spoke, her voice choked with emotion, "My parents are both gone. Nini can't survive three days alone outside. I beg you, please let her stay."

She was about to kowtow when she said that.

Fu Qing reached out to help her up. "Get up and talk."

Song Yawei refused to get up, and tears streamed down her face again.

"I know we're out of food at home, and another mouth to feed is another burden. But Nini can do everything—washing clothes, cooking, chopping wood. If you're willing to keep her, you can have her be your concubine."

"Sister!" Song Nini suddenly raised her head, her face flushed red.

Fu Qing then saw his wife's younger sister's appearance clearly. Her features were exactly like Song Yawei's, but she had a more youthful look in her eyes and a small mole.

The two sisters standing together, one gentle and graceful, the other stubborn, each has her own unique charm.

He just doesn't have the mind to think about these things right now.

In the original owner's memory, the rice jar at home was almost empty. Even if they ate sparingly, it would only last for two or three days. What would happen after that?

Where can we find food in this snow-covered winter when the mountains are blocked?

"Let me think about it."

He stood up, walked to the rice jar, lifted the lid, and looked inside. There was only a tiny handful of rice, just a tiny handful, not even enough to make porridge for two people.

Fu Qing closed his eyes, his mind racing. In his previous life, he was an outdoor survival live streamer. What kind of desperate situation hadn't he seen?

But that was a city; this was an ancient border region, a desolate wilderness, with snow blocking the door—even a skilled cook can't cook without rice.

Just then, a "ding" sounded in my mind.

[Host's soul detected as stable; Infinite Plunder System initiating binding.]

[Binding complete.]

[Current Function: Killing living beings grants Plunder Points, which can be used to exchange for martial arts cultivation points or to draw affixes.]

[The host panel has been generated.]

My account?!

Fu Qing suddenly opened his eyes, and a semi-transparent light screen appeared out of thin air in front of him.

[Host: Fu Qing]

【Strength: 4】

[Endurance: 6]

[Agility: 5]

Cultivation Level: None

[Plunder Points: 0]

[Entry: None]

[Prize Pool: 10000 Loot Points Required for First Draw]

He stared at the panel for five seconds, his heart pounding faster and faster.

A system that comes with time travel is standard, and I never expected him to actually encounter one.

Killing living beings earns plunder points, which can be exchanged for cultivation points... He took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement, and unconsciously glanced at the two women in the room.

Kill living beings.

Are Song Yawei and Song Nini considered living beings? Of course they are.

How many loot points can I get by killing them?

If I change my cultivation level, will I be able to survive in this godforsaken place?

The thought only existed for a moment before he forcefully suppressed it.

Fu Qing clenched his fists and cursed himself inwardly.

If it really comes to that, you're no longer human; we haven't reached that point yet.

He turned to Song Yawei and said, "Let her stay."

Song Yawei froze for a moment, then tears welled up again, "Master..."

"Don't cry."

Fu Qing waved his hand, "Go, cook all the rice in the jar."

"Did you cook it all?"

Song Yawei's eyes widened: "What will we eat next?"

Fu Qing walked to the corner, bent down and picked up the woodcutter's knife. The blade was chipped in several places, and the handle was polished to a shine.

He weighed it in his hand and looked up at the white, misty mountain ridges outside the window.

"After we finish this meal, I'll go up the mountain. If we can find some wild game, we'll live. If not, we'll all die together. Anyway, we're going to die once we run out of food, so we might as well take a gamble."

Song Yawei opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing more, and silently turned and went to the kitchen.

Song Nini glanced at Fu Qing, her eyes reddening, and got up to follow her sister to help.

Before long, the aroma of rice porridge wafted from the kitchen.

This was the first full meal in two months. Although it was just a pot of porridge, the aroma of rice filled the air, and Fu Qing's stomach rumbled loudly.

Three bowls of porridge were served, along with three pairs of chopsticks.

Fu Qing picked up the bowl and drank, grimacing from the heat, but continued drinking. Song Yawei sipped slowly, while Song Nini took two sips and suddenly tears fell into the bowl.

"If only my parents were still alive. They didn't even get a bowl of hot porridge before they died."

Song Yawei paused with her chopsticks, and her eyes reddened.

Fu Qing put down the bowl, wiped her mouth, and said, "Everyone has their own destiny. Those who are alive must continue to live. Don't think too much."

He didn't say anything more, picked up his machete, pushed open the courtyard gate, and went out.

...

The mountain wind was like a knife, stinging his face. Fu Qing wrapped his tattered cotton-padded coat tighter and trudged up the mountain through knee-deep snow.

The crunching sound underfoot echoed through the empty forest; apart from the wind, not even a bird's call could be heard.

Snow disaster.

He pondered to himself, with such heavy snow, the animals must have either frozen to death or hidden away. Where could he possibly find them?

He stopped halfway up the mountain to catch his breath and looked down at the snow under his feet. It was a vast expanse of white, as clean as a sheet of paper.

He walked another hundred steps or so uphill, then suddenly stopped.

A clump of green grass sprouted from the snow, thin and small.

Fu Qing squatted down to take a look, then grinned. Where there is grass, there are herbivores. In this kind of weather, a little bit of green is more precious than gold.

He cleared away the surrounding snow to find a small patch of grass, then retreated behind a large tree two meters away, crouched down, and sat down to wait.

Instead of hunting, we fish.

He tucked his hands into his sleeves and curled up into a ball. His toes were numb with cold. He gritted his teeth and kept silent, staring intently at the clump of green grass.

...

An hour has passed.

Just when he felt like he was about to freeze into an icicle, a "crunching" sound came from deep in the woods.

Something is stepping on the snow and coming this way.

Fu Qing held his breath and slowly tightened his grip on the knife hilt.

A deer emerged from the woods.

That deer was truly enormous, standing at least 1.78 meters tall at the shoulder, covered in brown fur, with a pair of forked antlers on its head, looking majestic and awe-inspiring.

But it was too thin, its ribs protruded, and it wobbled when it walked.

It raised its nose and sniffed, spotted the clump of green, its eyes lit up, and it immediately walked over and started munching on the grass, completely unaware of its surroundings.

Fu Qing quietly emerged from behind the tree, one step, two steps, three steps.

He crouched low and crept closer, the sound of his boots on the snow drowned out by the wind.

Just as he was about half a meter away from the deer, the deer suddenly raised its head and its ears twitched.

It turned its head, and its pair of dark eyes met Fu Qing's.