Online Game: Me, with Unparalleled Comprehension

[System Notification: Miao Village Chief Aguduo has issued you a series of quests, "The Trial of the Miao Village." Please select the quest type: Life Skills (herb gathering, cleaning, carrying, and other miscellaneous tasks) or Combat Skills (eliminating threats, collecting materials).]

The moment the prompt popped up, Wu Feng already had the answer in his mind.

Duties? A waste of time. Without hesitation, he mentally selected "Combat".

Agudo seemed unsurprised by his choice, simply nodding and pulling a yellowed piece of animal hide, its edges tattered and moth-eaten, from her bosom, which she then handed over.

Recently, there has been a serious problem with poisonous insects in the old forest outside the village, with many insect mothers laying their eggs everywhere.

The insect eggs hatch, and they'll cause a horde of pests. Go and collect these things for me.

Wu Feng took the parchment, on which were crookedly drawn charcoal pencil images of three kinds of insect eggs, with their names and quantity requirements marked next to them: [Spotted Poisonous Scorpion Egg] x10, [Ironclad Centipede Egg] x10, [Ghost-faced Spider Egg] x10.

"Insect eggs?" Wu Feng raised an eyebrow.

I've killed so many poisonous insects before, and all they dropped were materials like venom sacs, carapaces, and spider silk. I've never actually seen insect eggs.

It seems to be a quest-exclusive drop; it won't drop if you don't accept the quest.

"Yes, insect eggs," Agudo confirmed. "Look near the nests of those insect queens. Be careful, the queens protecting their eggs are the fiercest."

"Understood." Wu Feng put away the animal skin paper, nodded, and turned to leave.

The task has been accepted, the goal is clear, so let's get to work.

He didn't rush out of the village; he first wandered around inside.

With more players, it's not safe to leave the horse tied up outside. Although this old horse isn't worth much, it would be troublesome if someone took it by chance.

More importantly, he needed to find a place to stay.

The village was small, and he quickly found a bamboo house with a crooked wooden sign that read "Guesthouse" near the edge of the square.

The building was dimly lit. A middle-aged Miao woman wearing an indigo homespun shirt and a headscarf was dozing behind the counter. She opened her eyes when she heard footsteps.

"A hotel?" the woman asked lazily, yawning.

"How much for a hotel room per night?"

"Fifty coins. Breakfast included, thin porridge and pickled vegetables." The woman quoted a price, much cheaper than the inns in the town outside the mountains, but considering the environment, it was reasonable.

"Alright." Wu Feng paid the money and added ten coins. "My horse is tied up outside the clan chief's building. Please have the waiter fetch it and feed it some good feed."

"Understood." The woman put away the money and called out to the inner room. A boy, about half a year old, rubbed his eyes and ran out. After listening to the woman's instructions, he jogged out.

Wu Feng asked for a guest room on the second floor. The room was so small that it could only fit a bamboo bed, a small table, and a bamboo chair. When the window was pushed open, there was a steep rock wall behind the mountain, and the damp, mossy smell went straight into the room.

The conditions were basic, but at least there was a place to shelter from the wind and rain and a safe place to log off.

"The game is quite user-friendly in this respect," Wu Feng muttered to himself.

If there isn't even an inn, the player will have to stay in this deep mountain forest.

After settling into his accommodation, he didn't linger.

He took a machete out of his bag and weighed it in his hand.

The blade is thick and heavy, and although the edge is sharp, it is not particularly sharp. It is a typical crudely made weapon, but its advantage lies in its cheapness and durability.

Here, Miao-style knife techniques are sufficient. Wudang kung fu is too distinctive; it's best to avoid using it to prevent trouble.

After leaving the inn, he headed straight for the southern exit of the village.

On his way here, he noticed that the area had an unusually high density of poisonous insects, which must be the location of the mission.

The village exit is a simple fence gate made of sharpened, thick wooden stakes and vines. Two young Miao men, dressed in tattered leather armor and holding bamboo spears, are dozing off by the gate. The name above their heads reads "Miao Village Guards".

Passing through the fence gate, there is a muddy path that winds its way down to the dense forest shrouded in mist.

Even before you get close, you can hear the distinctive rustling sounds and occasional hissing of poisonous insects coming from the forest.

There were already people on the roadside.

A small team of four, all dressed in coarse cloth clothes similar to those in Miao villages, and carrying simple weapons such as bamboo bows and machetes, were cautiously attacking an armored centipede.

Their teamwork was clearly rusty, their movements were stiff, and their attacks often missed, making it very difficult for them to fight.

One of them accidentally got his arm scratched by the centipede's legs, and his health bar dropped a little. He panicked and quickly retreated. The other three hurriedly filled in for him, and they finally managed to grind the centipede down.

Wu Feng glanced at them, but didn't pay much attention.

Judging from the equipment and skill level, he is probably a local player from Dali with a low level who came here to try his luck or do a quest.

He withdrew his gaze, gripped his machete tightly, and without stopping, swept past the squad and rushed into the depths of the forest where the fog was even thicker.

"Sigh, another one sent to their death..." someone in the squad muttered, but before he could finish speaking, the words caught in his throat.

The figure dressed in coarse gray cloth rushed into the swarm of insects, suddenly brandishing the seemingly ordinary machete in his hand!

The blade flashes were not flashy, even somewhat plain, but its trajectory was exceptionally cunning and ruthless.

The blade sliced ​​into the gaps in the insect's carapace from incredible angles, sometimes picking, sometimes slicing, sometimes slicing, the movements so fast they almost left afterimages.

Before the scorpion could strike with its raised stinger, the blade had already grazed the junction of its head and thorax, and its carapace shattered.

Just as the armored centipede raised its sickle-like legs, the back of the blades struck its weakest joint with a crisp cracking sound.

The venomous web spewed by the demon-faced spider was still in mid-air when the figure slid sideways like a ghost to dodge it, severing its supporting abdominal leg with a backhand slash...

There was no probing or entanglement; every move was precise, concise, and deadly.

The poisonous insects that had kept their squad busy were as fragile as paper in front of that machete.

"Holy crap..." someone in the team exclaimed, mouth agape.

"Amazing!" another person murmured, his eyes wide with astonishment.

"What kind of damage is that? What kind of swordsmanship is that? I've never seen anything like it before!" The player holding the bamboo bow trembled and almost dropped the arrow.

In that brief moment of distraction, Wu Feng had already cleared out the seven or eight poisonous insects gathered at the entrance. Without pausing, he swiftly disappeared deeper into the forest, leaving behind only a pile of slowly dissipating insect corpses and a few dumbfounded players.

"Damn it, comparing yourself to others is just awful..." The squad leader wiped his face, looked at the broken machete with its blade chipped in his hand, and then at the corpses of the poisonous insects on the ground that they had to work together to grind to death. He felt a mix of emotions.

"Stop looking and hurry up and attack us. Let's try to finish the mission before dark."

Wu Feng ignored the gazes behind him. After entering the depths of the forest, he slowed down and began to search carefully.

The task requires insect eggs, not killing monsters.

Beside the corpses of those poisonous insects, you might occasionally see a small, slightly swollen mound covered in slime and dirt, or a white silk sac hanging from the branches of a bush.

Carefully prying them open with the tip of a knife, you can see that inside are insect eggs the size of rice grains, in various colors.

[Obtained 1 Spotted Scorpion Egg]

[Obtained 1 Ironclad Centipede Egg]

[Obtained 1 Ghost-Faced Spider Egg]

The notification keeps popping up. The drop rate of insect eggs is not high; on average, you need to kill three or four poisonous insects to find one egg nest.

Fortunately, Wu Fengqing was extremely efficient. The mountain and wild spiritual sense brought by the perfection of Miao family knife skills made him more sensitive to the environment. He could often find insect nests hidden in the cracks of rocks and under decaying leaves in advance, saving a lot of time searching blindly.

The forest was dimly lit, shrouded in mist, and enveloped in a damp, fishy smell.

With each swing of the machete, sticky juice inevitably splattered onto hands and face.

Wu Feng remained expressionless, mechanically repeating the actions of searching, drawing his knife, and collecting.

The slight irritation caused by the bursting of venomous insects gradually subsided with a clear objective and efficient progress.

More than an hour later, when the last Ghost-faced Spider egg fell into the backpack, all the collection requirements on the parchment turned green and were marked as completed.

Wu Feng shook off the slime and shell fragments stuck to his machete and glanced at his skill bar.