Having already left the vicinity of the village, Bai Mu had no way of knowing what transpired afterward. Even if he did, he would only consider it expected. Flas really did attract monsters.
After he led the villagers away on deer, a pack of wolves exuding the sa evil aura as that massive wild boar arrived on this land. They were much taller and larger than ordinary wolves. The leader stood over two ters tall, and every single one of them was an apex predator comparable to a fierce tiger. With their razor-sharp fangs and gaping maws, it looked as though they could swallow a whole sheep in a single bite.
The wolf pack charged into the village, tearing at the mutilated human corpses and crunching the bones to pieces with sickening cracks.
After a bout of venting, they sniffed around the village before darting off in pursuit in a specific direction.
At this mont, Bai Mu was still riding on the deer's back, galloping across the grassland.
To be honest, riding a deer was not as dashing as it appeared on television. He had watched quite a few period dramas and martial arts adaptations where the masters looked incredibly handso riding horses and shooting arrows. But after actually experiencing it, he only felt a terrible, bumpy ache in his backside. This was far more jarring than driving a car or riding a motorcycle. With every step the deer took, the person sitting on it bounced upward. The saddle beneath him was made of tanned animal hide and was extrely hard. It felt like sitting on a wooden stool fitted with springs, bouncing him up and down relentlessly. This was nothing like those kiddie rides in front of supermarkets that played children's songs on loop. If he had to make an analogy, it was like a super-accelerated carousel at an amusent park.
Honestly, just sitting on a hard wooden stool for a few dozen minutes would be uncomfortable enough. Coupled with this constant jolting, it had turned into a painful ordeal. He felt like his backside was going to be shaken into eight pieces.
Xiao Wei did not share this sentint. As a Magical Familiar, her senses were vastly different from an ordinary person's, especially regarding pain. What felt like an agonizingly bumpy ride to Bai Mu probably felt no different from a baby's rocking crib to her.
Seeing her initial timid expression transition into one of curiosity as she gazed at the grasslands and distant mountains, it was clear that this novel experience was more of an enjoynt for her.
Kids were always full of curiosity about the world. Riding a deer across a grassy plain was inherently quite a fun activity. Most people fantasized about having their own little pony when they were young, posing coolly and riding it dashingly past a crowd to draw everyone's admiring gazes. Bai Mu rather envied her mindset because his backside was truly suffering. Of course, no matter how uncomfortable it was, he could endure it.
Living in this world ultimately ca down to a single word: endurance. Enduring pain, enduring loneliness, enduring the agony of losing loved ones, and enduring the desolate solitude of a ruined world where everything in sight was barren.
However, he still noticed from the details that the young girl driving his deer would sway up and down in tandem with the animal's movents. He quickly realized that this was a riding technique. As long as one followed the rhythm of the deer, the jarring impacts would be greatly reduced.
He caught on quickly. This technique was not hard to learn. As long as he grasped the rhythm, the bumping sensation was vastly diminished, though it did drain a bit of stamina. It turned out that riding a deer or horse was a physically demanding task. He noticed fine beads of sweat seeping from the girl's neck.
Just as Bai Mu nearly mastered the technique and allowed his tornted backside a brief respite, he heard a notification chi. [You have acquired a skill: Riding Technique Mastery Lv. 1.]
He had actually learned a new passive skill on his own. This was the first ti since entering Paradise that he had acquired a new skill without relying on a skill card. It seed that things Players learned on their own could also be counted as skills. Looking at it this way, one did not necessarily have to depend on skill cards to learn. If one could receive guidance from an expert in a Script, they could develop a skill by themselves.
At this mont, he thought again of the "Qi Cultivation Art" that he had briefly encountered before. If he could find a hidden master like a sweeping monk in a martial arts Script and have them teach him internal arts, he probably would not need a "Qi Cultivation Art" skill book to develop "Internal Energy" on his own.
But the premise was that he had to possess the talent for it, and it would definitely require a trendous amount of painstaking practice. It was nowhere near as fast and convenient as the skill books and skill cards from Paradise.
'Speaking of which, did I fail to learn new skills before because I already mastered too many passive skills?' Bai Mu casually glanced at his skill bar. Indeed, in the previous few Scripts, he had not had much opportunity to learn new skills. He was basically just using techniques he already knew to handle various situations. Other Players probably had plenty of chances to obtain skills within a Script. For example, if soone chopped at monsters enough tis, they might learn so combat techniques, and in a Script like Deserted Island Survival, they might pick up wilderness survival skills.
As a starting character, his skill bar was a bit too full. Only in situations like this, experiencing things he had never had the chance to do before, could he master new skills. Since Riding Technique Mastery was only at level one, it did not provide him with any stat bonuses, but the mont he mastered the skill, he still felt a sudden rush of enlightennt, as if he had ridden deer many tis before.
He adapted to the sensation of being on the deer's back. Once he leveled this skill up a bit more, he should be able to ride a deer by himself.
The herd of deer carried them east for an entire night, leaving the grassy plains to delve into a dense jungle. After riding for a total of about six hours, a white line appeared at the edge of the horizon as the sun slowly rose.
Bai Mu's Stamina had depleted by more than 20 percent. Riding a deer was indeed a physical chore. As for the villagers, they looked exhausted, covered in sweat, and completely spent. They were tired, hungry, and sleepy. The deer herd also began to pant heavily. These deer were incredibly robust and boasted imnse endurance, but after running continuously for six hours, it was ti for them to rest as well.
They had already escaped over a vast distance, and the physical limits of these people had been reached. If the Mountain Evil God managed to catch up to them right away, it could only be chalked up to fate.
However, every one of their expressions was remarkably resolute. There was no trace of the bewildernt they showed when Bai Mu first dug them out of the ruins. This was likely because they felt the "Divine Envoy" was by their side. Even if the so-called evil god pursued them, the "Divine Envoy" could summon storms and lightning to quell the evil god's fury. Bai Mu chose this lush jungle to conceal their figures. Then, the Shaman directed the young girls to lead the deer to graze on wild grass and fill their stomachs. There was also a small river in the jungle. Bai Mu had scouted the area ahead of ti using his mobile vision, which was how he found this highly suitable resting spot. The girls went to the riverbank, cupping water in their hands to drink and moisten their cracked lips.
The won shalessly bared their chests to nurse their infants. Watching this scene, Xiao Wei shyly covered her face, hiding behind Bai Mu and stealthily peeking up to see what he was doing.
Bai Mu's gaze was not fixed in that direction. He noticed the villagers leading one of the deer off to the side. The Shaman and the won took out stone knives from their waists, seemingly intending to slaughter the exhausted deer for their own rations.
Tears rolled down from the corners of the deer's eyes. A young girl threw her arms around the deer's neck and shut her eyes tightly. This was her deer. She had ridden on its back for the entire journey and was reluctant to let go for the longest ti, but under the Shaman's authoritative gaze, she ultimately had to step aside.
Everyone's stomach was starving, and this deer's blood and flesh would be transford into vital nourishnt.
Xiao Wei looked at the deer with unbearable pity. The deer bent its front legs as if resigning itself to its fate, kneeling on the ground and burying its head.
It was extraordinarily intelligent. Bai Mu felt that this deer was much more spirited than the one he had ridden last night. It would be too much of a pity to just kill it like this. Thus, he stepped forward, grabbed the Shaman's hand, took the stone knife from her grasp, and shook his head.
The Shaman looked at Bai Mu in surprise, but since it was a decision made by the "Divine Envoy," she silently stepped back. The rest of the villagers could only stare helplessly at the deer.
Bai Mu gently stroked the deer's forehead. As if knowing that Bai Mu had saved its life, it nuzzled its head against his palm.
The villagers looked at Bai Mu with awe. Enduring their hunger, they pulled out ager pieces of dried at from their pouches and tore off a tiny bit for everyone. It seed that due to Bai Mu's decision, they no longer planned to kill any of the deer. Out of respect for the "Divine Envoy's" rcy, they would rather starve. But this was not what Bai Mu wanted to see. He drew a quick sketch for the young girl who had been following him, instructing her to wait there. Then, taking Xiao Wei along, he walked out.
He chose this place as a rest stop not just because there was a water source, but also because he considered that the villagers needed food, and he himself needed to eat as well.
A little over ten minutes later, he returned to the villagers' resting spot carrying a wild boar on his shoulder. Earlier, while scouting the area, he had already noticed wild boars hiding in the jungle.
Hunting was an extrely simple task for him because he had the Night Vision Camcorder. An ordinary wild boar's Spirit attribute could not possibly be higher than his. He just needed to designate it as a Model and take a picture of it, and the creature would stay frozen in place, cooperatively striking a pose for him. Then, he would step forward with the Flaming Sword in hand, and a single Quick Draw would be enough to finish the beast off.
This wild boar weighed about one hundred kilograms and was covered in bristly fur. After removing the bones, pelt, and inedible parts, there would still be roughly seventy-five kilograms of at left. Divided among over thirty people, everyone could get two to two-and-a-half kilograms of at. It was more than enough to fill their stomachs; they would not even be able to finish it all in one al. Bai Mu instructed the girls to gather firewood. He then activated the Flaming Sword's special effect and slashed at the wood, instantly igniting a fire.
The Flaming Sword was a weapon that could not possibly exist in this era. Forged from alloy, its design was far beyond the villagers' wildest imaginations. Everyone watched Bai Mu with expressions of worship. In their eyes, that red-hot blade was undoubtedly a divine artifact. Bai Mu's act of sparking a fire with a single slash further cented their absolute belief in his identity.
Bai Mu did not say much. He simply retrieved a chef's stew pot from his inventory and used the Flaming Sword to separate the boar's at from its bones in a few swift strokes, dicing the pork into small chunks.
Xiao Wei guarded the stew pot uninvited and began cooking. She was actually very interested in making food. Moreover, the food prepared using the stew pot could provide so positive buffs for the villagers. Though the effects might not be strong, it was better than nothing.
To prevent the cooking smoke from being too conspicuous, Bai Mu had the villagers build a makeshift stove. He also gathered large, thick leaves and ford a cover over the stew pot to block the smoke.
Simultaneously, Bai Mu used the Hand of Walrider to plant a Guard Mushroom atop the canopy of the tallest tree, keeping a constant watch on the surrounding area. Just like that, Xiao Wei started making the at stew over there. Although there was a lack of rich seasonings, the stew pot itself had the effect of optimizing the food's flavor. Even boiling plain vegetables in it could produce the savory aroma and umami of a at broth.
Additionally, Bai Mu used Mushroom Language to find so non-toxic mushrooms, tossing them into the pot as side ingredients.
A mouth-watering aroma wafted out. As the villagers stared at the oddly shaped iron pot, the sound of them gulping down saliva could be heard.
For these nomadic people who had just lost their hos, this pot of stew was likely a delicacy they had never tasted before in their lives.
Not long after, Bai Mu called the villagers over. They did not have bowls, so they washed freshly picked long leaves and rolled them up to use as containers, lining up one by one. Xiao Wei held a wooden spoon that Bai Mu had carved and served them the at stew.
After they drank the wild boar and mushroom stew, expressions of pure astonishnt appeared on each of their faces as they rapidly devoured the at in their leafy bowls. Bai Mu also had a bowl of the at stew. Even judged by modern culinary standards, the taste was quite excellent. The natural umami of the mushrooms was incredibly refreshing. Furthermore, thanks to the stew pot's special effects, the pork tasted completely devoid of any gay odor and even carried a hint of natural saltiness. Since the at did not have much fat, it was delightfully chewy without feeling dry and tough. It tasted sowhat like a grandmother's homade pork rib soup.
For the villagers, it was an absolute treat.
Moreover, the at stew provided an additional special effect. It seed that this organic wild boar at and natural wild mushrooms were a bit higher in grade than the ingredients bought at the community store. Perhaps due to the absolute freshness of the ingredients, the buff provided by this at stew was [Stamina and Health recovery rate 30%] for a duration of 100 minutes. A 30 percent increase was a substantial margin that could not be ignored.
The ingredients in this Script were indeed considered relatively high-end. After all, it was a world capable of breeding wild boars as large as trucks. He felt that in this world, there was a very real chance of finding ingredients that could grant him permanent attribute boosts.
He decided to treat this as his own personal Side Quest to pursue during his free ti. It would be best to get a hold of more diverse seasonings to make the ingredients even more delicious, thereby increasing the probability of producing top-tier cuisine.
Getting back to the matter at hand, the villagers who had drunk a bowl of this at stew clearly worshipped him even more. His status continued to elevate in their hearts. Not only had he stopped them from killing the deer out of his own rcy, but he had also used his actions to fill their stomachs, allowing them to taste "heavenly food." Taking this opportunity, Bai Mu asked for the deer that had nearly been slaughtered.
The deer's original owner happily led it over to Bai Mu. She seed to consider this a great honor, and the Shaman also cast an approving gaze in her direction.
She uttered a single syllable toward Bai Mu: "Tuya."
It seed this was the deer's na. Bai Mu stroked the deer's antlers. When he called out its na, it submissively lowered its head. There was no longer any need for Bai Mu to ta it.
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