Douluo Continent: My Path to Godhood Through Stat Allocation

Chapter 7 Killing Pigs

"Slaughter the pig! Slaughter the pig!"

A cheerful little tune rang out in the overgrown courtyard.

An uneventful night passed, and the next day, Fang Ling got up very early.

The original patched shirt was stained with blood, and the smell of blood was too strong. It would be too frightening to wear out, so I couldn't wear it.

So he was wearing a cotton-padded coat.

Because it is springtime, and the chill of early spring is still lingering, it doesn't feel too hot.

After eating and drinking their fill, they immediately headed towards the butcher shop.

When we arrived, the fat man was still loading the goods.

"Fatty, I'm here to see you again." Fang Ling approached, smiling and waving at him.

"Who?" The fat man wiped the sweat from his forehead with the handkerchief around his neck and turned around with a surprised look.

"Hey! Isn't this... um..."

The fat man racked his brains and was surprised to find that he didn't seem to know the name of the lame little beggar.

They've always been quite enthusiastic about calling him "Little Cripple," but he'll become a Soul Master in the future, so that insulting nickname can't be used anymore.

"I named myself Fang Ling," Fang Ling said softly.

"Fang Ling, yes!"

The fat man nodded emphatically, a bright smile returning to his face. "Brother Fang, you've come here... to finish those two pieces of meat?"

Seeing that he was about to cut two more pieces of meat, Fang Ling quickly stopped him.

"No, thank you very much. I do have a purpose in coming here, but it's not for the meat."

If it's not for the meat, then what is it for? Money?

The fat man was a little nervous, holding his breath, when he heard Fang Ling say, "I want to work in the slaughterhouse, and I'd like to ask you for help."

"A slaughterhouse."

Upon hearing Fang Ling's purpose, the fat man breathed a slight sigh of relief, but at the same time felt somewhat puzzled.

"Young Master Fang possesses first-level soul power; he could become a Soul Master someday. Instead of cultivating properly, why did he think of going to that filthy place?"

"I have no money."

Fang Ling spread his hands.

"Even though I'm a beggar, I still have dignity. I can't keep coming here to freeload meat for the next few years, can I?"

"I don't care..." the fat man opened his mouth.

"You may not care, but I do. I don't like owing people too many favors. I feel more at ease earning money through my own labor."

Fang Ling explained the reason.

"Besides, I'll be a Battle Soul Master in the future. Just thinking about the battles I might face in the future makes me feel excited. It's always good to see blood sooner rather than later."

His hands were clenched into fists, and his dark eyes reflected the torchlight, as if he were solemnly making some kind of vow to himself.

Her resolute expression made it impossible for the fat man to utter a word of refusal.

After a moment, he said, "I'll take you there."

"Thank you, Fatty! I will definitely repay your kindness in the future!" Fang Ling said gratefully.

"Hehe, but this outfit won't do. Change it." The fat man nodded, wiped the oil off his hands, and disdainfully tugged at Fang Ling's beggar's cotton coat.

"It doesn't need to be fancy, just coarse linen clothes will do, after all, it's quite dirty there."

"But it can't look like a beggar."

Fang Ling gave an awkward smile: "I don't have any other clothes."

"I'll take you to buy a new one."

"You watch the shop for now." The fat man stood up, beckoned a waiter from the back of the shop, and then waved to Fang Ling, "Let's go, I'll take you there now."

Fang Ling was moved to tears, and couldn't help but feel overjoyed: "Thank you, Fatty! When I become a powerful Soul Master in the future, I will definitely repay your kindness!"

"I hope so. If you can become a Great Soul Master in the future, just don't forget about the fat guy from today."

The fat man didn't know much about Soul Masters, but he did know that Soul Masters were divided into ten levels.

Level 1 is the lowest; there shouldn't be anything worse than level 0.

But eventually, one can become a Soul Master.

Besides, there's a light in this crippled little beggar's eyes; what if it really works out?

Helping people get into the slaughterhouse is easy, why not do something that's convenient?

"Don't worry, I definitely won't forget!"

He bought him a coarse linen coat that fit him well. Although it was very rough, it made Fang Ling very happy.

After greeting the soldiers at the city gate, the fat man led Fang Ling, who had changed into a new set of clothes, outside.

"Because of the strong smell of blood, and to facilitate trade, the slaughterhouse was located outside the city. It mainly slaughtered pigs, but also some cattle and sheep."

"Because it is located at the crossroads of trade between the two countries, there are many people coming and going in Nottingham, so at least dozens of pigs have to be slaughtered every day to keep up with the demand."

"With your small frame, you'd probably only be good for an assistant there."

"It's alright, I'll lend a hand." Fang Ling knew his current disadvantages: he was thin and weak, and he certainly couldn't kill many pigs.

But over the course of a year, there must be some accumulation, right?

In addition, the panel grows automatically every year, and the levels can be increased through diligent practice, so it's already considered quite fast.

The slaughterhouse outside the city. Even before getting close, a familiar, fishy smell wafted into Fang Ling's nostrils.

It was the smell of blood that was both nauseating and subtly exciting.

There was also the pungent smell of soil and hay mixed with fermentation, which smelled like horse manure.

The various flavors blend together, creating an exceptionally tangy and refreshing taste.

It was several times more stinky than the dilapidated courtyard where this beggar slept.

The fat man unconsciously fanned his nose with his large hand.

Of course, it's useless.

He's a butcher who comes here to buy meat every day, and he's actually gotten used to the smell here.

Leading Fang Ling through rows of loaded horse-drawn carts, the fat man greeted a gaunt old man with a smile: "Uncle Liu."

The old man was sitting to the side, drinking water from a bowl, when he heard the sound and looked over in surprise.

"Fatty? Didn't you go back to eat meat a long time ago? What are you doing here?"

The thin old man, called Uncle Liu, glanced at Fang Ling and pointed at him with his finger: "What are you doing here with a child?"

The fat man approached and said, "Uncle Liu, he's a first-level innate cultivator who wants to become a battle spirit master. He wants to work in a slaughterhouse and see blood."

"A Soul Master has come here?"

The old man slammed down his bowl, staring at Fang Ling with a curious look: "A part-time worker?"

Soul Masters are all precious and used to being high and mighty.

Only students who lack money and connections would be willing to come to a place like a slaughterhouse.

"Yes, part-time student!"

"A cripple wants to become a Soul Master?"

The old man smacked his lips and took a pipe off the wall.

"So what if I'm lame? A lame person can still become a Soul Master! Don't let my current appearance fool you, I'll be awesome someday!"

Fang Ling raised her hand and struck a fitness pose.

I showed them my not-so-strong biceps.

The old man surnamed Liu chuckled, "You little rascal."

"Grandpa Liu, would you be willing to take me in?" Fang Ling looked at him expectantly, a little nervous.

"Are you able to endure hardship?"

Old Liu tapped his pipe against the wall, and upon hearing this address, he couldn't help but smile.

"Yes, of course!"

Fang Ling may not be able to say anything else, but he can guarantee this is the only thing he can do.

"I used to be a beggar, what kind of hardship haven't I endured?"

"Good lad, then come with us."

He patted Fang Ling on the shoulder encouragingly, then waved the fat man away, "Alright, fat man, get lost. I'll take him to identify some things."

"Thank you, Uncle Liu. I'll leave Brother Fang in your care then."

The fat man bowed and scraped, waved his fist at Fang Ling to encourage him, and then turned and left.

"What's your name? Did you just awaken your martial spirit?" Old Liu squatted down, looking at Fang Ling, who was only one meter tall due to malnutrition.

"My name is Fang Ling, and I have just awakened my martial soul."

Fang Ling smiled at him, then summoned a scythe. The sharp metallic gleam made Old Liu nod repeatedly.

It looks powerful; it's a good martial spirit.

"What do you want to do here?"

"Of course, it's slaughtering pigs!"

"Slaughtering a pig involves several steps: withholding food and water, restraining the pig, slaughtering, bleeding, removing hair, and cleaning..."

Fang Ling's eyes gleamed: "From now on, I'm a Battle Soul Master. If I'm going to kill, I'll slaughter!"

"Good lad, it's truly extraordinary that you rose from beggar to become a Soul Master!"

Old Liu's slightly narrowed eyes suddenly widened, and he couldn't help but cheer.

"We'll be killing people soon, let me show you what we need to prepare."

He tapped the ash off his cigarette, exhaled a puff of smoke, hung the pipe back on the hook on the wall, and slowly walked in one direction.

"Okay, thank you very much, Grandpa Liu."

Fang Ling followed behind him, clenched her fists, and took a deep breath.

He was incredibly excited: "Points acquisition plan, successful!"

If any of you readers have investment opportunities, please feel free to share them with the author.

The young author's book has a complete outline, and the detailed outline has been written in three volumes.

The book will definitely be finished.

I express my sincere gratitude.

barley

(End of this chapter)