My ability pool is superior to others

"Okay, Ergou, go make a fire and let the villagers dry their clothes."

The village chief simply treated the wound on his wrist and then began to arrange for everyone to rest.

The dancing flames from the burning firewood dispelled the chill in people's bodies.

The villagers were all thin, so they didn't feel crowded sitting around the fire.

At this time, one of the young villagers suddenly asked: "Village head, when we go to pay tribute this time, can the immortals give me a chance to test it?"

"Come on, boy from the Li family, stop dreaming. We are not destined to have that chance." Before the village chief could reply, the peasant woman sitting next to him spoke first.

It’s not that she was mean, she just didn’t want to give the young man too much of a blow, so she lowered his expectations in advance.

The death fighter surnamed Li did not reveal any information. He just pretended to be honest, scratched the back of his head, and said, "Let's try our luck."

Tread~tap~tap~
"Wait a minute, look outside."

Someone accidentally noticed the situation outside the temple gate and said nervously, "Is that a fairy?"

These words immediately attracted the attention of the villagers present, and they all turned to look.

You can see a slender figure in the rain, walking slowly towards the ruined temple, looking very leisurely.

The autumn rain was dense, but not a single drop of rain could fall on him. When it was about to fall on his head, it would naturally slide away from both sides, as if there was some invisible barrier above his head.

"Be kind to others?"

Lu Bai looked at the title floating in the dilapidated temple and couldn't help laughing.

His own "innocent smile" is abstract enough, but I didn't expect that there would be such a title for the Death Fighter.

Putting the Death Fighter and the Kindhearted together is like a joke from hell.

He walked into the dilapidated temple with a smile on his face. Although he looked harmless, the villagers in the temple did not dare to neglect him.

"Greetings, may I ask what you have to say?"

Led by the village chief, the villagers knelt on the ground in an orderly manner, and many of them were trembling slightly due to fear.

There is no way. After all, this place is under the jurisdiction of Wan Chong Valley, and those who can appear here are basically cultivators from Wan Chong Valley.

One can imagine what attitude those monks, who deal with poisonous insects and evil spirits every day, have towards mortals.

"It's okay, just do what you need to do and just pretend I don't exist."

Lu Bai waved his hand, found a corner in the dilapidated temple and sat down. Then he held his chin with one hand and looked at the restless fighter with interest.

The Immortal had said so, and even though they could not pretend that Lu Bai did not exist, they did not dare to ask any more questions and just sat around the fire to keep warm.

The villagers did not dare to continue talking. In the dilapidated temple, the only sound was the crackling sound of burning firewood.

The village chief prayed silently that the rain outside would stop soon. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was very uncomfortable for the mortals to be with the monks.

Unfortunately, things did not go as planned. As time passed, the rain outside got heavier and heavier, and the sky became a little dark.

Not long after, two more men in black robes walked into the temple to take shelter from the rain.

The clothes they wore revealed their identities; they were serious monks from the Ten Thousand Insect Valley.

The villagers then kowtowed and knelt down under the leadership of the village chief.

When the two men saw the situation in the temple, due to the huge gap in their realms, they had no idea that Lu Bai was also a cultivator. They thought that everyone present was an ordinary villager, and began to act bossy.

"Go squat over there. Who allowed you to light a fire?"

The two monks from the Ten Thousand Insects Valley took the place next to the fire without hesitation, and even ordered the village chief to help them add fuel to the fire. The villagers did not dare to refute this at all, and could only do what they said.

After a while, I felt it was a bit boring to just sit there and wait for the rain to stop.

One of the monks from the Ten Thousand Insects Valley took out an insect box from his arms, opened the lid, and placed it horizontally on the ground. Several blood-red multi-legged insects crawled out excitedly.

These insects were running around in the temple, and their ferocious appearance scared the villagers so much that they dodged quickly.

The monk from the Ten Thousand Insects Valley laughed and asked, "Who is in charge?"

The village chief dodged and raised his hands tremblingly.

The monk from the Ten Thousand Insects Valley was about to ask them what they were doing when another monk who was traveling with him suddenly twitched his nose a few times and said, "Brother Du, it smells like a blood-stealing woman."

"Oh?"

Senior Brother Du showed a somewhat pleasantly surprised expression: "Just right, feed my natal spirit insect."

As he spoke, he walked directly towards the carriage loaded with goods.

The village chief's face turned pale instantly. He knelt on the ground in despair and begged, "This... Immortal, these are the fine grains provided to the valley."

"Why don't you just say that the harvest was bad this year?"

Brother Du certainly knew what would happen to these villagers if there was a shortage of the goods they offered as tribute.

But what does it have to do with him whether these villagers are dead or alive?

He didn't even slow down his pace, and walked straight to the carriage. He opened the lid of the blood-stealing woman and curled his lips: "The appearance of the one you raised is not good. Forget it, Xiaoguai, just treat it as a snack."

As he spoke, he released from his wrist a half-inch long spiritual insect that looked like a centipede.

"Sir, you absolutely cannot do that."

Seeing this scene, the village chief's eyes turned red, but he didn't dare to reach out to stop it.

"Noisy."

Senior Brother Du scratched his ears and warned unhappily, "If you keep yelling like that, I'll feed you to Xiaoguai right now."

In his opinion, not taking the lives of these villagers directly was a act of kindness on his part.

Lu Bai sat in the corner, watching the development of things quietly.

Seeing this, the fighter named Li gritted his teeth, approached Lu Bai inconspicuously, and asked in a low voice: "Brother Smiley, you are already a cultivator, right? Can you deal with these two bastards?"

"Okay." Lu Bai answered calmly.

They are just two cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage. Even without using magic power, it will not be difficult for him.

The death fighter named Li was actually not sure what kind of person Lu Bai was.

But seeing that Lu Bai had been staying quietly since he came in and didn't kill him directly, he guessed that Lu Bai was not a clone.

If they are not clones, it means they can still communicate to some extent.

"Can I ask you to kill them?"

Hearing this, Lu Bai's eyes flashed with surprise, and he asked back: "Why? Do you want to protect the natives?"

The Death Fighter surnamed Li nodded: "The people in these villages are quite nice, and don't you think these two monks are too arrogant?"

He continued, "After the battle is over, all the spoils will be yours. What do you think? I can still help. I have a color ability." (End of this chapter)