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Back in the room, Ling Mo Xie opened the backpack interface and saw the rewards for completing the mission. The number below the small red bottle had changed to eleven, while the so-called Spirit Enhancement Pill occupied another slot behind it.
"What is a Spirit Enhancement Pill?" Ling Mo Xie muttered to himself as he focused his thoughts on that slot. Immediately, the description of the Spirit Enhancement Pill appeared.
Spirit Enhancement Pill: Increases cultivation speed by ten percent for two hours after use, and experience gained from defeating monsters is also increased by ten percent!
Having played games before, Ling Mo Xie naturally understood the usefulness of this item. He sighed in appreciation, picked up the basket of food that Zhou Xinyi had left on the table, and began to eat. After filling his stomach, he lay down to sleep, planning where to find some animals to hunt the next day.
Early the next morning, Ling Mo Xie followed the route he remembered and headed towards the slaughterhouse of the Ling family.
Stepping out of his small courtyard, Ling Mo Xie couldn't help but feel a sense of bitterness. Just look at the outside: rockeries and flowing water, pavilions and terraces adorned with various flowers and herbs. In the distance, he could faintly see beautifully carved eaves with vibrant colors. It was nothing like his own small courtyard; it was even worse than the servants' quarters!
Ling Mo Xie chose to take a secluded path to avoid any unnecessary trouble. The memory of Ling Mo Xie was quite familiar with this skill, and soon he successfully arrived safely at the exclusive slaughterhouse of the Ling family.
Although Hongfeng Town was a small town, the Ling family here was part of the collateral branch of the Ling family from Tianfeng City, and its scale was not small. Every day, they needed to consume hundreds of pigs and thousands of chickens and ducks. To build a solid foundation for their cultivation at the twelfth level of foundation establishment, those young masters and young ladies had to consume over a hundred first-level spirit beasts daily!
Upon arriving at the slaughterhouse, none of the slaughterers even glanced at him.
Ling Mo Xie was notorious in Hongfeng Town as a waste. Not only did he have a mixed spiritual root of five elements by birth, but after ten years of cultivation, he was still stuck at the first level of foundation establishment!
The townspeople generally used him as a negative example to educate their children.
Inside the slaughterhouse, workers were busy working hard. They were all cultivators too; although their talents were poor—most were at levels three or four of foundation establishment—killing pigs was still simple; one knife would do for each pig.
Ling Mo Xie's heart bled at the sight; these were all experience points!
Thus, disregarding his embarrassment, he hurriedly called out to a bearded uncle who seemed to be in charge, "Hey there! Let me give it a try too!"
The old man was wearing a pair of leather boots, a black leather apron, and had a scruffy beard. His large hands were extremely rough, and he emitted a foul odor reminiscent of pig manure. He was inspecting the area while giving a few pointers to the Slaughterers.
At that moment, upon hearing Ling Mo Xie's words, he glanced sideways at him and said in a mocking tone, "Oh! Isn't this Young Master Mo Xie? What brings you here today to slaughter pigs? Do you think you can handle it?"
Ling Mo Xie felt a surge of anger rising within him. He took a deep breath to suppress his rage but was overwhelmed by the unpleasant smell of the slaughterhouse, causing his face to turn red. He kept reminding himself: I must endure! I must endure! Only by enduring hardship can one rise above others!
"I can handle it! I can handle it! Just let me try!" Ling Mo Xie forced himself to smile at the old man in an attempt to please him.
"Haha!" Perhaps because Ling Mo Xie was originally of noble status yet was now so humble in asking him, it satisfied the old man's vanity. He laughed heartily and pointed to a pigpen, saying, "Go ahead! Kill it and hand it over to the people outside for processing! I'm just afraid you can't even lift a pig! Haha!"
Ling Mo Xie didn't care what the old man thought; as long as he achieved his goal, he was overjoyed and headed towards the pigpen!
The other busy workers also noticed this pale-skinned, slender young man and began chatting among themselves during their break. "Hey! Look at that! Isn't that Young Master Ling Mo Xie? He's actually come to slaughter pigs!"
"Wow, I didn't notice until you mentioned it! He's not Young Master Mo Xie anymore; he's clearly the Pig Slaughtering Young Master! Haha! The Pig Slaughtering Young Master!"
Some people shook their heads and sighed, feeling some sympathy for Ling Mo Xie. They lamented, "I heard before that Young Master Mo Xie not only has low talent but is also somewhat foolish. I didn't believe it at first! But now it seems true! With his small frame, he's just an ordinary person who hasn't trained much; how could he possibly slaughter pigs?"
As these workers continued with their tasks, they eagerly awaited the spectacle of Ling Mo Xie's performance. The Bearded Uncle also watched with a smile as Ling Mo Xie approached the pigpen, clearly waiting to see Ling Mo Xie's embarrassment.
Damn it! They're all waiting to see me make a fool of myself! Just wait until I surprise you all! Ling Mo Xie cursed inwardly while continuing towards the pigpen.
He grabbed a hanging Slaughtering Knife from beside the pigpen and flipped himself into the pen. Immediately, a wave of stench hit him, nearly making him gag, which caused the workers to burst into laughter.
Ling Mo Xie cursed under his breath again, turned around to take a breath of fresh air, and walked toward a slightly smaller pig. Perhaps sensing the impending danger, the pig charged directly at Ling Mo Xie!
Ling Mo Xie let out a cold laugh, using one hand to pin down the Pig, preventing it from advancing even an inch. With the other hand, he swiftly stabbed with his knife, and a flash of cold light passed by as warm blood gushed out, splattering a few drops onto Ling Mo Xie's face.
At the same time, a notification from the System sounded, "Ding! You have gained 5 Experience Points!"
It seemed that this cultivation was indeed not bad. He was only at the second level of Foundation Establishment and could already match strength with a charging pig! On Earth, it would take several people to hold down a pig!
Wiping the warm blood off his face, Ling Mo Xie exclaimed, "Hey ha!" and tossed the dead pig out of the Pigpen.
"Can he really do it?" The workers were astonished as they watched Ling Mo Xie easily pin down the charging pig. He didn't seem like someone at the first level of Foundation Establishment! By standard calculations, someone at that level could only exert a force of around a hundred pounds; there was no way he could hold back such a hefty pig!
Ling Mo Xie paid no attention to the workers' surprise. Instead, he opened his character panel and checked his Experience Points: 5100.
Damn it! How come it takes a hundred Experience Points just to level up after killing one? That means he would need to kill twenty pigs to level up!
Never mind, let's keep killing! Seeing the workers outside still staring at him in shock as they prepared to handle the next tasks, Ling Mo Xie rolled his eyes and said, "What are you staring at? Hurry up and get to work! I'm going for another one!"
With that, he walked over to another fat pig and swiftly killed it.
Thanks to his strength at the second level of Foundation Establishment, even though he had never killed pigs before, he could match their strength and found it increasingly easy to kill them. The more he killed, the more proficient he became.
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