Actually, what Du Feng did not know was that in the history of the Endless Realm, there were many martial artists who came in by accident before. More than half of them all died in this place. Some people directly fell into the well and could not come up because they were distracted or overestimated their own ability when fetching water.
There were also some people who simply jumped into the large vat because they discovered that this water was too good to use. As a result, not only did their bodies not strengthen, they melted like snowflakes instead.
There were also people who were a little smarter and knew that they could not jump into the large vat. Hence, they took advantage of the time when the village head old grandpa was not around to pour water on their bodies desperately. But as they poured, their bodies inexplicably petrified. Then, they were sucked in by the large vat and became a part of the vat.
After Du Feng woke up, he saw that it was getting late, so he went back obediently, just in time for dinner.
"Young people have worked hard. You must drink more today."
The village head old grandpa was still the same, especially fond of urging people to drink. Today, Du Feng indeed worked hard enough. His stomach was already shriveled with hunger long ago. Furthermore, he felt especially thirsty. Apart from rich soup in the village, there was no water specially used for drinking. They all quenched their thirst with wine or grape juice.
Du Feng simply took the white wine to quench his thirst, gulping it down in one gulp. Eating and drinking at the same time, it was a busy meal. The other villagers were easy to talk to. Seeing him eat and drink like that, they did not say anything. Everyone happily ate the meat that he brought. But that elegant middle-aged man's expression was clearly not quite right. Du Feng did not eat a dish and the muscles on his face would twitch a little, as if the flesh of his heart was eaten.
This time, Du Feng really let loose to eat and drink. Two hours of dining time, he ate several times the amount of food that others had. Not only was the village head old grandpa not angry, he even kept clinking glasses with him very happily. After the banquet ended, Du Feng walked back shakily.
When he was about to walk back to his residence, that elegant middle-aged man intentionally or unintentionally brushed past him and stuffed him another slip of paper. Du Feng still did not look at it right away. Instead, he returned to the house first and then opened it to look at the contents inside.
The general meaning was to tell Du Feng not to eat so much and to leave as soon as possible. Because the martial artists who came here in the past, the more they ate, the more miserable their deaths would be. He was also a martial artist from the outside world, so he had been controlling his appetite, not daring to eat too much.
The martial artists who died in the past, either because they ate too much and melted into fertilizer in the fields, or because they drank too much and fell into wells or vats and melted into water. On the contrary, there were not many cases of people falling into a mountain stream and dying.
After reading it, Du Feng crumpled the paper ball and threw it directly into the small world of the necklace. He was skeptical of the middle-aged man's words. After the warriors from the outside came, there should be casualties. However, no one knew the cause of the casualties.
As long as he obediently followed the rules of the village, there should be no problem. After all, Grandpa Village Chief was so powerful. If he wanted to harm him, he would have done so long ago. Moreover, with the village head's strength, there was no need to trick him into doing farm work. The old man could dig hundreds of pits with a casual movement of the hoe. It was probably very easy for him to fetch water.
When Du Feng arrived, he found a problem. That was, the middle-aged man dared not do any other work except sowing. He didn't dig pits or fetch water. He didn't even go to the back kitchen to cook. If it weren't for the fact that the back kitchen was full of women, Du Feng would like to try cooking here.
This time, he didn't look at the stars from the window, nor did he want to know what would happen after nightfall. Since entering the village, Du Tulong and the male ghost cultivator of Flourishing Flowers City had been very quiet. This was enough to show that Grandpa Village Chief was extraordinarily powerful.
As for why Grandpa Village Chief and the villagers didn't use any cultivation methods such as immortal skills or supernatural powers. Maybe they deliberately kept a low profile, or maybe they were restricted by some rules.
Du Feng was very tired after a day's work. He didn't think so much and fell asleep. He didn't wake up until the next day. He shook his head and felt that he had slept well. He got up and stretched his arms, feeling refreshed and in a good state. He looked at his Cultivation and found that it had indeed advanced to the next level. After three days, his cultivation level had risen from the first-stage first-revolution Immortal Emperor Stage to the fourth-stage first-revolution Immortal Emperor Stage.
Without needing anyone to call him, he took the initiative to go out of the house and follow Grandpa Village Chief to continue digging pits in the farmland.
This time, Du Feng was confident that he would be able to dig a complete pit with his own strength and let the villagers scatter seeds in it.
"Young man, you carry this hoe."
Sure enough, Grandpa Village Chief was going to work in the fields again. Yesterday, he asked the villagers to send a lighter hoe over. Today, the situation was different. He carried a big hoe and handed the smaller hoe to Du Feng, asking him to carry it himself.
"Okay!"
After yesterday's training and watering, Du Feng was very confident in his strength. He carried the small hoe on his shoulder. It was indeed not light, but he could bear it.
"Wow, young man, you're making fast progress."
"That's right, of all the men who came here, he's making the fastest progress."
The villagers discussed animatedly when they saw Du Feng carrying the hoe. The women in the village were especially talkative.
"Father Shitou, you have to work hard. He has surpassed you."
Some people deliberately teased Shitou's father, saying that he had been surpassed by Du Feng. Previously, other than Grandpa Village Chief, Shitou's father was the strongest in the village.
Shitou's father scratched his head and didn't say anything. He was a little embarrassed by everyone's comments. Who didn't want to grow stronger? The key was that it couldn't be forced. His strength had been growing, but his improvement speed wasn't as fast as Du Feng's.
Everyone was very happy to see Du Feng carrying the hoe. They felt that it was a very glorious thing to have a second man in their village who could carry a hoe and dig pits. Only the middle-aged man's expression turned even worse. He looked at Du Feng as if he was looking at a dead man.
Du Feng's eyes and ears were very sharp. Although he was walking forward with Grandpa Village Chief, he was very clear about what others were saying and doing. He naturally saw the expression on the middle-aged man's face. What was going on? Why did the other party have such a big reaction? Could it be that something bad would happen if he carried the hoe?
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