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

The next morning, Fu Qing was awakened by noises coming from the kitchen.

He opened his eyes to find the room empty beside him; Song Nini had gotten up sometime earlier.

He dressed and went to the outer room, where Song Yawei was sitting in front of the stove, tending the fire, with venison soup bubbling in the pot.

Hearing footsteps, she turned around, glanced at him, and smiled without the slightest awkwardness.

"Is the head of the household awake? Dinner will be ready soon."

Song Nini was picking vegetables on the side, keeping her head down and not daring to look at him, but her ears were bright red.

Fu Qing saw that rabbit-like panic on her face again, and found it inexplicably funny.

After breakfast, he salted the remaining venison and hung it on the roof beam to dry. He also spread the deerskin out in the yard to air dry, planning to tan it later to make a fur coat or to lay on the bed.

After finishing all that, he sat on the doorstep, wiping his wood-chopping knife, pondering how to proceed.

A deer can feed for most of the month, but there will always be a day when it runs out of food.

What will we do then? Go up the mountain again? We won't always be lucky enough to find a deer that's about to starve to death.

And even if you do encounter one, what if it's a wolf or a bear?

We need to find a way to accumulate more plunder points, starting with killing small prey.

In the mountains, anything alive will do—rabbits, pheasants, squirrels, even a mouse—killing it will provide a looting opportunity.

Little by little, you can eventually accumulate enough to exchange for cultivation points. Only with cultivation points can you truly have the means to survive in this world.

He doesn't know what the martial arts system of this world is like yet. The original owner of this body was just an ordinary villager who knew nothing about martial arts.

But since the system allows you to exchange plunder points for cultivation points, it means that martial arts cultivation can be quantified and can be achieved quickly.

As long as he has enough plunder points, he can rise to the top in one step.

Just then, footsteps came from outside the courtyard gate, followed by someone knocking on the door.

"Fu Qing! Fu Qing! Open the door!"

Fu Qing frowned and got up to open the door.

Three people were standing outside the door. The one in the lead was the village chief, Liu Laogen, and the two on the other side were hunters from the village entrance, Zhang Tiezhu and Wang Dazhuang.

All three were wrapped in tattered cotton-padded coats, their faces were ashen, and their eyes were sunken.

Liu Laogen rubbed his hands together, a forced smile on his face. "Young Master Fu, I heard you killed a deer yesterday?"

Fu Qing leaned against the doorframe, still holding a wood-chopping knife in his hand. "Yes, that's true."

Liu Laogen's eyes lit up as he glanced into the yard.

"Well...look, many families in the village have run out of food. There are only two people in your family, and you can't finish eating such a big deer. Could you spare some for us? We're all from the same village."

Zhang Tiezhu muttered from behind, "I heard there's another person at his house, his wife's sister came too."

Wang Dazhuang chimed in, "That's right, even three mouths couldn't finish eating such a big deer."

Fu Qing coldly glanced at the three people. In the original owner's memories, these so-called fellow villagers had never done him any favors.

During this year's autumn harvest, Liu Laogen, relying on his position as village chief, charged him two extra bushels of rent.

When Zhang Tiezhu went hunting in the mountains, he never invited the original owner of the body, because he found him in the way.

Wang Dazhuang was even worse. Last year, when Song Yawei went to the river to wash clothes, he followed her suspiciously all the way, scaring Song Yawei so much that she ran home and turned pale.

Now you're thinking about your fellow villagers?

"We really can't finish it."

Fu Qing said casually, "So they're all marinated."

Liu Laogen's smile froze for a moment. "It's pickled... Well, could you make some sauce? Just a little bit, it doesn't matter, everyone's starving."

Fu Qing stared at Liu Laogen for a while, then tucked the wood-chopping knife into his belt.

He was half a head taller than Liu Laogen, and after working overtime yesterday, he became even more muscular, standing at the door like a wall.

"Uncle Liu, I remember you charged me two extra bushels of rent during the autumn harvest."

He counted on his fingers, "Back then you said that rent was the village rule, and it didn't matter who came."

Liu Laogen's expression changed: "That's all...this is all..."

Fu Qing didn't let him finish. "Zhang Tiezhu, you hunted three rabbits last winter. I stood at your door for half a day, and you didn't even give me a single hair."

Zhang Tiezhu opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

"Wang Dazhuang".

Fu Qing's gaze shifted to the last person. "Do I need to repeat what you did last year?"

Wang Dazhuang's face flushed red, and he took a step back, not daring to look at him.

Fu Qing spat on the ground. "Now you're talking to me about being from the same village? That's none of your business. Get the hell out of here!"

He took half a step back and slammed the courtyard gate shut.

Liu Laogen's curses echoed from outside the courtyard gate: "What the hell! You think you're so tough just because you killed a deer? If you're so capable, then you'll never have to beg anyone for anything again!"

"Exactly! It's just a deer, right? I'll go up the mountain and hunt one myself someday!"

Fu Qing leaned against the courtyard gate, listening to the commotion outside. His face remained expressionless. He didn't expect these villagers to offer him any help, but he also didn't want to be taken advantage of.

He returned to the courtyard, placed the wood-chopping knife on the whetstone, and began to sharpen it. The blade gradually became gleaming, and the nicks were smoothed out considerably.

Song Yawei came out of the house, stood beside him for a moment, and asked softly, "Honey, what brings the village chief here?"

"Begging for meat."

Fu Qing didn't even look up. "I've dealt with that."

Song Yawei was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Honey, haven't we... offended too many people? After all, we're from the same village. What if something happens in the future..."

"What about later?"

Fu Qing interrupted her, "Do you really expect them to help us in the future? Forget it. In this world, surviving is the most important thing."

He paused, then continued, "I'll go up the mountain more often these next few days and bring back more game. I don't know when this awful weather will end."

Song Yawei didn't say anything more, just nodded slightly, and turned to go back into the house.

Fu Qing sharpened the machete, tested the blade with his thumb, and nodded in satisfaction.

He tucked the knife behind his waist and found a sturdy wooden stick, sharpening one end to use as a spear.

Today he plans to venture deeper into the mountains to see if he can find more prey.

Last night, a deer gave me ten plunder points. If I can hunt a few more deer, or hunt some more valuable wild beasts, I can exchange them for cultivation points.

He had just reached the courtyard gate when Song Nini chased after him out of the house, carrying a cloth bag in her hand.

She ran up to him, stuffed the cloth bag into his hand, and said with her head down, "Brother-in-law, eat this on the way."

Fu Qing opened the cloth bag, inside were several pieces of leftover venison from last night, wrapped in dried lotus leaves.

He looked up at Song Nini, who had already run back into the house with a blush on her face.

He smiled, tucked the cloth bag into his coat, and strode up the mountain.

...

He followed the ridge into the dense forest, his eyes fixed on the tracks in the snow. In less than half an hour, he found a string of fine paw prints – it was a rabbit.

Fu Qing crouched down and followed the paw prints, and sure enough, he found the gray-furred wild rabbit curled up in a ball to keep warm behind a clump of withered grass.

He picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at the snow next to the rabbit.

Startled, the rabbit leaped up and ran away, but Fu Qing's spear flew out of his hand, piercing the rabbit's belly and pinning it to the snow.

Kill a gray rabbit (normal), loot points +3.

three o'clock.

Although it wasn't much, it came easily.

Fu Qing drew his spear, tied the rabbit to his waist, and continued searching forward.

Over the next hour or so, he circled the forest several times and found three more rabbits and two pheasants.

Pheasants are more valuable than rabbits; one pheasant gives five loot points.

Including the rabbit from before, by the time the sun was setting, he had accumulated thirty-two plunder points and had a string of small beasts hanging from his waist.

enough.

Fu Qing found a rock to sit on and opened the control panel.

【Strength: 7】

[Endurance: 9]

[Agility: 8]

[Plunder Points: 32]

He thought for a moment and then allocated all thirty-two points.

Increase Strength by 10 points, Stamina by 12 points, and Agility by 10 points.

The moment the distribution was completed, that familiar heat surged up again, even more intensely than before, making my skin feel hot all over.

Once the heat subsided, he looked down at his arms; the sleeves were stretched taut, and the veins on his arms were bulging.

【Strength: 17】

[Endurance: 21]

[Agility: 18]

[Plunder Points: 0]

Fu Qing clenched his fist, bent down and picked up all the rabbits and pheasants on the ground. He weighed them in his hand; they were as light as a few straws.

He strode down the mountain, and by the time he reached the village entrance, there were hardly any people left on the village road. However, the string of small animal pendants hanging from Fu Qing's waist swayed as he walked along the road, and two or three villagers who were peering out of their windows still saw him.

No one spoke up; only pairs of hungry, green eyes peered through the window cracks at the prey at his waist.

Fu Qing ignored him and pushed open the gate to his courtyard, walking inside.