I died young at the start, but I'm reincarnated with unlimited skill points!

The next morning, the mountain mist had not yet dissipated.

Outside Black Wind Valley, a deserted trade route was muddy and impassable.

Su Tie, along with three collateral relatives, changed into tattered short shirts covered in mud, and pushed two heavy wheelbarrows, trudging along the rugged mountain road.

The ruts were very deep, indicating that the cart was carrying an extremely heavy load.

Just as they passed the entrance to Blackwind Valley, which was shrouded in thick fog.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Several sharp whooshing sounds suddenly rang out.

Three ferocious-looking cultivators burst out from the dense forest on both sides, holding low-level magic weapons that gleamed with a cold light, and blocked their way.

"This road is blocked. Leave your toll."

The leader, a cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Refining, stared greedily at the two heavy wooden crates and sneered.

Su Tie and the others immediately showed fear, their legs trembled, and they could barely hold onto the handle of the cart.

"Please spare us, esteemed immortals! We are merely refugees fleeing a disaster; we truly have no valuable spiritual items on us!"

"Enough talk, open it and take a look!"

Jie Xiu impatiently kicked over one of the carts.

The wooden crate lid cracked open, accompanied by a crisp crash, and the yellow and white contents inside rolled out onto the floor.

It consisted entirely of worldly gold bars and silver ingots, interspersed with some precious silks in the eyes of ordinary people.

Upon seeing this, the greed on the faces of the three cultivators instantly turned into contempt.

"I thought they were some fat sheep, but they're just a few down-on-their-luck ordinary merchants dragging around a bunch of junk!"

In the eyes of cultivators, mortal gold and silver can be exchanged for some ordinary meat supplies.

But it is of no benefit to spiritual practice and is not worth considering at all.

"A thief never leaves empty-handed. Since we've run into him, let's kill the man and see if there are any attractive women among them."

A fierce glint flashed in Jie Xiu's eyes, and he raised the long sword in his hand, ready to strike.

"Have mercy, sir!"

Just then, a slightly panicked voice came from the mountain path behind.

Su Yu, dressed in a drab gray robe, with a broad smile on his face, quickly ran to the front of the formation and protected Su Tie and the others behind him.

He released a faint fluctuation of magical power, which barely reached the fifth level of Qi Refining.

Behind him followed a dozen trembling women and several children whose mouths were tightly covered.

The three cultivators paused slightly upon sensing Su Yu's cultivation level, but did not show much fear.

With the mountain valley array behind them and their leader in charge, this group of people, a mere Qi Refining Level 5 rogue cultivator with a family to support, couldn't possibly cause any trouble.

"We were originally low-level spiritual plant growers in Qingmufang City. When the city suffered a great calamity, we fled here with our families."

Su Yu lowered his posture extremely low and bowed repeatedly to the three tribulation cultivators.

"My lords, these worldly possessions were originally intended to be used to purchase some land in ordinary cities. Since you have taken a liking to them, consider them a token of our respect for you to buy some wine."

"We beg you all to show mercy and spare our lives."

Upon hearing the words "spiritual plant husband," the leader of the tribulation cultivators' eyes flickered slightly.

He didn't act immediately, but instead turned to look at the depths of the valley entrance shrouded in thick fog.

Before anyone knew it, the one-eyed, bald giant had already stood at the edge of the thick fog, coldly scrutinizing Su Yu and his group.

The magical power fluctuations of a Qi Refining Stage 7 cultivator are hidden and do not manifest, like a lurking venomous snake.

"You know how to cultivate spirit fields?"

The bald, burly man's hoarse, rough voice carried through the thick fog.

"In response to your question, senior, I am of dull talent. I am only proficient in the 'Minor Cloud Rain Technique' and have been growing spirit rice in Qingmu Market for twenty years."

Su Yu looked on with awe and answered honestly.

The bald, burly man's divine sense swept over Su Yu and his family behind him without any restraint.

Although Black Wind Valley is a first-grade low-level spiritual vein, this group of thieves only knows how to kill and rob.

The few acres of spirit fields that were originally cleared in the valley have long been abandoned and overgrown with weeds. The spirit rice they usually consume is all obtained by raiding outside.

If we could recruit these people as laborers, we could not only solve the food problem, but these easy targets with families would also be easy to control, and we wouldn't have to worry about them running away.

"Since we are at our wits' end, it is fate that we meet."

A cruel calculation flashed in the bald, burly man's eyes, but he forced a seemingly kind, rugged smile onto his face.

"Black Wind Valley is in dire need of a few helpers to manage the chores. If you are willing to stay with your people and pay enough spirit rice every month, we will reward you with a few wooden houses in the valley to shelter you from the wind and rain."

Upon hearing this, Su Tie and the others, as rehearsed beforehand, all showed expressions of disbelief and surprise.

"Thank you so much for taking me in! Thank you so much for your great kindness!"

Su Yu was so excited that he repeatedly cupped his hands in greeting, saying, "We juniors will certainly repay your kindness and do our utmost to manage the spirit fields well for you, senior!"

Seeing the group's smug and grateful expressions, the bald giant and his henchmen burst into laughter.

They lack even the most basic sense of caution; they are indeed a bunch of useless people who can only farm at the bottom of society.

"Take those two boxes of worldly valuables in with you. They're not worth many spirit stones, but don't waste them."

The bald, burly man casually gave an order.

Then, he made a hand seal, and the thick layer of gray fog at the valley entrance receded to both sides like a tide, revealing a narrow bluestone path that could only accommodate two or three people walking side by side.

"Keep up, don't look around. If you step on a trap and die, don't blame me for not warning you."

The Qi Refining Level 4 cultivator kicked the wooden box and urged impatiently.

Su Tie lowered his head meekly, helped up the wheelbarrow, and followed Jie Xiu into the valley.

Su Yu walked in the middle of the group, protecting his wife and children.

On the surface, he appeared timid and submissive, as if afraid of offending the immortal master.

But those eyes, which were always lowered, inadvertently etched the direction of spiritual energy at every array node and the location of every hidden sentry into their minds.

After passing through the narrow passage, the view ahead suddenly opened up.

The area inside Black Wind Valley is not small. At the center is a spiritual spring that has dried up a little, and around it are more than a dozen wooden houses and stone mansions built in a staggered manner.

Outside the spiritual spring, there are several acres of abandoned spiritual fields overgrown with weeds.

Although the concentration of spiritual energy here is far less than that of the main branch of Qingmufang City, it is vastly different from that of the surrounding mortal lands.

"You lot will live in those dilapidated wooden huts over there from now on. Starting tomorrow, renovate those few acres of spiritual fields for me."

The bald, burly man pointed to several dilapidated shacks with drafts coming from all sides next to the spirit field, and his tone instantly returned to its previous haughty manner.

"Yes, senior, I will obey your orders."

Su Yu respectfully agreed, and then called to Su Tie and the others, pushing the two heavy wooden boxes towards the dilapidated wooden houses.

Watching Su Yu and the others' retreating figures, a cultivator approached the bald, burly man and whispered:

"Boss, are we just going to let them stay like this? These people don't have any spirit stones on them, but their concubines are quite pretty..."

"What's the rush?"

The bald, burly man sneered, his eyes filled with malice.

"Once they've cultivated the spirit fields and planted the spirit seeds, we'll proceed slowly. Once they're inside the Black Wind Valley's formation, they're like meat on a chopping block; they can't possibly fly away, can they?"

In front of the cabin.

After settling his family in, Su Yu gently patted the two wooden chests filled with gold and silver.

The box appeared perfectly normal on the surface.

The prey is in the net; now it's a matter of who gets to eat whom.