Douluo Continent: My Path to Godhood Through Stat Allocation

Chapter 14 Accident

The meat smells delicious; his skills have improved a lot over the past year.

It has a wonderful aroma and a perfect level of saltiness, making it a dish that working students never tire of.

For Xiao Wu, a transformed soul beast who had just arrived in a human city and had never eaten human food before.

All I could think about was what kind of weird stuff I'd eaten before.

They ate until their faces were rosy and shiny with oil.

The same goes for Tang San.

She lived with Tang Hao for six years and often went hungry.

If it weren't for Chief Jack's frequent acts of kindness, he might have starved to death.

In the beginning, I drank milk intermittently, sometimes full and sometimes hungry. When I grew a little bigger, I didn't have money to buy food.

After eating pickled vegetable porridge for three or four years, I had almost forgotten the taste of meat.

Eating this now, I'm actually quite moved.

They were eating it in big bites.

He felt a slight increase in his approval of Fang Ling, whom he had just met.

Fang Ling ate the last piece of meat in the box.

Seeing that everyone had put down their bowls, he said, "Give me your bowls. I'm going to clean up the boxes and wash all the bowls while I'm at it."

"Thank you." Tang San handed the bowl to Fang Ling and said thank you again.

He only wanted to study hard, and although the doorman was a bad guy, he was fortunate to meet a teacher he respected.

There's a kind person in the dorm who gives me braised pork for free, which is pretty nice.

Is this a sign of good fortune turning around?

Speaking of shelter, are work-study students ostracized in colleges?

Tang San pondered silently.

Xiao Wu was a little dazed.

Fang Ling called out softly, "Sister Xiao Wu?"

Xiao Wu snapped out of her daze and quickly handed the bowl to her.

As the eldest in the dormitory, he quickly chimed in, "Thank you, just do your thing, I won't interfere."

"Okay, that's for the best."

Fang Ling nodded, stacked the bowl in the lunchbox, and went out.

He didn't go to take a shower immediately; he just washed the dishes and put them back.

Then we arrived at the grove of trees in the corner of the college.

This is a secluded corner of Nottingham College. The soil is loose and prone to water accumulation, and it has a peculiar smell. It's easy to get muddy if you go in, so it's rarely visited.

Those formal trainees prefer to travel in groups, value appearances, and would certainly not like this place.

Fang Ling didn't mind; he wasn't afraid of dirt, and he didn't have any soul beasts or powerful wild animals.

If you step in mud, you can just wash it off.

He likes to practice his self-created sickle technique alone here.

Trees were his intended targets for attack.

Each time, aim at one spot and swing with all your might.

It struck the tree trunk with a "thud".

Even if he doesn't develop any of the special skills he envisions, it will still improve his affinity with the sickle and make him more adept at using it.

Although he was not good at fighting and his studies in his previous life were not very good, he knew the simple truth that "a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, and a great river is formed from countless small streams."

With consistent and gradual practice, you will eventually reap the rewards.

About half an hour later, he put away his martial spirit and stopped what he was doing.

Recalling Tang San and Xiao Wu's agile movements today, they also began to try moving around in the woods.

Combat is not about standing still and attacking, nor is it about two people fighting each other.

Knowing how to use a sickle alone is not enough.

Everyone else will run away; they won't let you kill them.

This requires agility and quick reflexes to dodge attacks and find the right position to launch a counterattack.

Tang San's Ghost Shadow Stalking is quite good; it's a powerful tool for close-range combat, but Fang Ling can't possibly obtain it.

I can only try practicing on my own.

If one's body is flexible and coordinated enough, it should be able to achieve the same effect as ghostly apparitions.

Practicing in this muddy ground provides excellent resistance, which is just the right amount of exercise.

As a result, the branches between the trees knocked him over, leaving him covered in bloody marks.

His prosthetic leg got stuck on the ground for a moment, and he couldn't dodge in time, so he crashed head-on into a tree, resulting in a large bump on his forehead.

His nose also bled from the impact.

Not only was it strikingly handsome, but its bright red nose slithered like a small snake, and its body was covered with tiny marks from being pricked by twigs.

In addition, Fang Ling was covered in mud and smelled foul because he had fallen several times.

It was as if he had been abused by other trainees.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and limped back to Dormitory 7 amidst the disapproving looks of others.

I need to take a shower now and come back to get a change of clothes.

I also washed the clothes while I was at it.

There were some mistakes this time. He got too excited about his movements and neglected necessary precautions. He'll go back and prepare. We'll try again next time!

Some worn-out cotton-padded clothes were tied to the tree.

Let's improve the prosthesis further.

Wood alone is not enough.

The tip is fairly thick and can be used for normal walking, but the area is smaller, so the pressure is ultimately greater than that of the intact right foot, making it too easy to sink into the mud.

We need to put a board underneath, or maybe we should replace it with an iron one?

That would make it more durable, but it would be heavier.

Fang Ling pondered for a moment, then picked up the bucket and clothes and headed towards the public bathhouse.

……

A month later.

Tang San has obtained a spirit ring, and Xiao Wu has become a spirit master.

He also went to watch the battle between the work-study students and the senior students.

The battle was spectacular, and he learned a lot from it.

As expected, Tang San arrived late and then stunned everyone by revealing his spirit rings.

Xiao Wu has become the leader of the academy.

The work-study students finally got a real break.

For Fang Ling, apart from saving more time by not having to sweep the floor, the other impacts are minimal.

It's another afternoon, time to slaughter the pig.

Because she had classes in the morning, Fang Ling could only go in the afternoon.

He walked briskly toward the slaughterhouse, lost in thought.

The self-created sickle technique remains the same.

I hadn't made much progress in the past year, so a month certainly wouldn't be enough.

As for his movement techniques, he had already mastered them quite well.

At least I won't just randomly bump into a tree like before.

He cut some branches from the deeper parts of the grove so that the small twigs wouldn't hit him.

A tattered cotton coat was tied to the tree.

They also added protective gear, with cotton wrapped around their joints.

They also wore thicker clothes.

That way, it won't hurt if you fall.

So they became even more unrestrained.

Before long, Fang Ling walked along the road and arrived at the slaughterhouse alone.

After taking off her school uniform and changing her clothes, Fang Ling walked towards her workstation.

As they got closer, they called out to each of them one by one.

"Grandpa Liu, Uncle Wang, Uncle Li, Uncle Huang, good afternoon, I'm here."

The three men behind him were burly and had resolute faces; they were all skilled pig butchers.

Hearing his greeting, even while preparing tools, they all smiled at Fang Ling: "Good afternoon, Fang Ling."

Grandpa Liu waved to him happily: "Ho ho, our little genius Soul Master has arrived!"

"Level one of the Innate Realm, not much of a genius." Fang Ling just chuckled, letting him pat his head.

"To reach level four from level one innate skill so quickly, in another two years, you'll be a Soul Master!"

They immobilized the pig while ignoring its cries of pain, and then continued chatting.

Their words were filled with happiness; they were genuinely pleased that a Soul Master had emerged from the slaughterhouse.

They are all ordinary people who lack soul power and cannot cultivate, and therefore cannot come into contact with Soul Masters.

Soul Masters are all high and mighty.

But one can see a close young Soul Master growing rapidly right before one's eyes.

That's something to be happy about, and we'll have a celebratory feast later!

Fang Ling listened to them chatting with a smile.

Speaking of the new Fallen Soul Masters appearing nearby, the Spirit Hall has already sent people to hunt them down.

Or perhaps it refers to a nobleman in the empire who has taken several concubines.

There's also the ongoing war between the Star Luo Empire and the Heaven Dou Empire, with the Heaven Dou Empire suffering repeated defeats and the Spirit Hall mediating the conflict.

Fang Ling would occasionally chime in.

Just then—

"Bang!"

A muffled thud was heard.

The rope that was still binding someone suddenly snapped.

The pig struggled desperately and instantly freed one of its hooves.

Having narrowly escaped death and regained space to move around, it began to struggle fiercely even after a day of hunger.

The others immediately tensed their muscles, trying to speed up the process of securing the object.

But how could one be stronger than a pig that has gone mad from smelling the blood of its own kind?

"Oh no, that beast has broken free!"

(End of this chapter)