Quick Transmigration: Playing the Role of a Devoted Tool

Liu Du was engrossed in weaving bamboo baskets when footsteps sounded outside, followed by his friend coming over.

Wu Ji was also a young man, his only friend.

However, Wu Ji is better than Liu Du.

The red mole between his eyebrows was very bright, and everyone could tell at a glance that he was fertile, so Wu Ji was betrothed when he was young.

Upon seeing him approach, Liu Du stopped what he was doing and invited him to sit down.

"Why are you making up these things again? You might as well agree to Mr. Zhou's request. Although he is old, his family is rich. He won't cause trouble for many more years. You won't be able to have children anyway, so you might as well work harder and plan for the future."

Wu Ji asked with concern, but overlooked the fact that the matriarch of the Zhou family was a shrewd and capable woman.

Now that Master Zhou is dead, what will become of the concubines he married?

Moreover, in this day and age, boys are considered even lower than girls. If he were to become a concubine in the Zhou family, wouldn't he be courting death?

Master Zhou took a liking to Liu Du's appearance, but Liu Du refused.

He would rather marry a man with no wife or sons than marry that old Mr. Zhou, who was seventy or eighty years old.

"You come here just to tell me this again. Never mind."

Liu Du buried himself in his work and continued weaving bamboo baskets.

Wu Ji said sarcastically, "I was just trying to help you because your mother is sick and you have no money, but you're being picky."

Liu Du said in a muffled voice, "It can't be someone in their seventies or eighties. What would I be doing there? My mother would be furious."

Wu Ji countered, "But in our village, and in the neighboring village, who would want to marry you? Your fertility is so poor."

Liu Du was left speechless.

"Du Ge'er, think it over carefully. After all, Master Zhou sent someone to ask me again a few days ago to see what you think. You're not young anymore, you're already twenty and you still haven't married yourself. When you get older, even fewer people will want you."

Wu Ji looked down on Liu Du, thinking him to be a hypocrite, but out of consideration for their childhood friendship, he left a few copper coins and left.

Looking at the money Wu Ji left behind, Liu Du suddenly felt very sad and burst into tears, hugging his knees.

Afraid of disturbing his mother, he bit his hand to keep himself from making a sound, feeling helpless and sad.

The next morning, Liu Du cooked some vegetable soup for his mother, then carried a basket on his back, picked up a knife, and went into the mountains.

Fearing encounters with villagers on the road, Liu Du set off before dawn.

As he walked deeper into the mountains, the sky began to lighten, and the damp mist enveloped his clothes and hair.

Liu Du was lucky; he found mushrooms all along the way.

He picked a lot, intending to take some back for his mother to eat, and sell the rest in town.

Many high-end restaurants prefer this type of fresh mushroom.

But the main purpose of Liudu today was to find medicinal herbs, so there wasn't much time to pick mushrooms, and they went deeper into the area with their baskets on their backs.

Qi Ran had seen the protagonist sneaking into the mountains countless times; he couldn't even remember how many.

The boy often came in, not to hunt, but to find herbs and food.

Qi Ran didn't chase him away, and occasionally helped him by guiding him to places with lots of herbs.

Over time, even Liu Du realized that he might be favored by the mountain god.

At noon, he got tired from walking and sat down to rest under a tree. A bright red fruit fell into his hand.

Liu Du was starving and didn't know if the fruit was poisonous, but seeing the squirrels in the tree eating it reassured him.

A gentle breeze blew, and in the distance, it seemed as if a faint laugh could be heard.

When he looked up to search, there were no squirrels in the tree, nor were there any fruits on the tree.

It was as if everything he had just seen was a dream.

But Liu Du knew it wasn't a dream, because he was eating fruit that was very sweet and juicy—the sweetest fruit he had ever eaten in his life.

Liu Du munched on a fruit, lost in thought. It must be that the mountain god took pity on him.

The same thing happened last time; he fainted from hunger under the tree, and a fruit fell from the tree just like that.

Liu Du smiled slightly, touched the tree trunk, said thank you, and carried his basket down the mountain.

Qi Ran flew down from the tree, and the departing boy disappeared into the mist. But the mist seemed to have eyes, and it would make way for the boy every time he passed by, guiding him safely down the mountain.

The older generation says that Wushan is haunted, but Liudu used to think it was just a joke for children.

But when I was a child, my mother also said that when she was pregnant with him, she got lost and accidentally wandered into the misty mountains. She met a silver butterfly in the mountains and followed the butterfly's guidance to safely get out of the mountains.

Taking advantage of the early hour, Liu Du went to town first, sold the mushrooms and herbs, and bought rice to take home.

He had some small mushrooms in his basket, but the boss didn't want them. Liu Du took them back to cook with.

Today's meal consisted of mushroom soup and rice porridge, a rare feast.

Liu Du waited until his mother had drunk her fill before eating the rest of the food.

When Liu Du returned after cleaning up the dishes, his mother called him to a stop.

"Du-ge'er, you're not here today, but Ji-ge'er came and told me about the Zhou family."

"Does my mother think I should get married?" Liu Du asked.

He didn't care anymore; if his mother was willing for him to go, he would marry her.

"Silly child, your mother wants you to live a good life, not suffer. I know better than you what kind of person Master Zhou is. He's no good. You mustn't go."

The mother held Liu Du's hand and gave him instructions.

"Okay, Mother, I won't." Liu Du smiled and coaxed his mother to sleep before going to the next room to continue the work he hadn't finished the night before.

In the mountains, Xu Su had been eating and sleeping all day, and he was getting so bored he was about to die.

He wanted to go down the mountain, but he didn't know anything about the outer sect, so he wanted to get some good things from Qi Ran.

Having observed Qi Ran for so long, he had a fairly good understanding of her personality.

Qi Ran is a mountain god, simple-minded, like a child who has never experienced the ways of the world.

Under the moonlight, Xu Su stumbled back into the cave and saw Qi Ran absorbing the spiritual energy of the moonlight. The scene was so beautiful that it resembled a celestial being ascending to immortality, with flowing robes, and it was like a dream.

Xu Su wasn't in a hurry. He waited until Qi Ran finished absorbing the nutrients before approaching her, pretending to style her hair, but actually testing her reaction.

"Qi Ran, I want to go down the mountain."

"Sure, when is it?" Qi Ran didn't suspect anything and was happy for him.

After all, he couldn't leave this place.

Once he leaves Fog Mountain, the animals in the mountain will be in danger, and the trees will wither.

"Just for the next few days, but I'll miss you, Xiao Ran. We're good friends, aren't we?" Xu Su hugged Qi Ran from behind and kissed his reddened earlobe. "Can you come with me?"

"I'm sorry, I can't get out," Qi Ran said apologetically.

Although he was also curious about the outside world, protecting this place was his duty.

"Why can't I go out?" Xu Su questioned.

He traced the outline of Qi Ran's beautiful face with his fingertips. After all, he was just a good-looking man; it would be quite interesting to play around with him.

Qi Ran was unaware of Xu Su's thoughts, only assuming that he wanted to be with her as a partner, just like animals would pair up.

"I am the mountain god, Xu Su. I will die if I leave the trees."

Qi Ran lay down and let Xu Su's kisses fall on her cool skin.

"Okay, I'll go out and take a look by myself, and I'll come back to see you later."

"Um."

The mountain god's body is undoubtedly the most beautiful.

His breathing, his frown, all fascinated and captivated Xu Su.

It's such a pity that such a rare beauty can only remain in the mountains.

Xu Su thought that he would take this treasure away with him one day.