Bodhisattva, please help me in my spiritual practice!

You have stepped onto this familiar soil once more.

[Successor of the new era, you have hesitated for too long.]

A cautious heir like you is truly rare.

But you are the inheritor and successor of a new era! The glory of the great empire continues in your hands and will surely be carried forward by your descendants!

Don't be afraid, charge forward!

The glory of your ancestors protects you from harm!

The system even thoughtfully added three exclamation marks to the last sentence.

Ao Peng was speechless for a moment. He carefully stepped into the middle of the road shrouded in mist.

The system text continued to appear.

On a lonely, cold night, you walked out of the ancient temple of your birthplace.

In the desolate wilderness, demons and monsters of the old era yearn for the lives of the living.

This is the best meal ever.

You are like a fragrant roast chicken, swaying gently as you wander through the wilderness.

A pair of bright green eyes have set their sights on you.

As Ao Peng walked, the thick fog in front of him slowly dissipated, revealing a weasel wearing human skin.

Its glossy fur was stained red with blood, but it twisted its hands, mimicking a woman's manner, and giggled, "Young man, do you think I'm a human or a Buddha?"

As it spoke, it removed a piece of uneaten intestine from under the human skin and held it in its hand, coiling it like a Buddhist rosary.

Despite the absurdity of the scene, Ao Peng himself wasn't particularly surprised.

But he feigned fear and collapsed to the ground, backing away repeatedly, saying, "I'm just an ordinary college student, I'm just an ordinary college student, how could I possibly have the ability to bestow an imperial title upon you!"

Seeing that Ao Peng was terrified and didn't immediately refuse, the weasel began to coax him gradually, "Brother, you don't know how good it is to be human. You humans are born with plenty of money. Giving me a few taels won't hurt you..."

Before the weasel could finish speaking, Ao Peng suddenly stood up, bowed to the weasel, and said, "I, Ao Peng, thank you for the imperial decree."

The weasel looked at the coldness in Ao Peng's eyes as he stood up and suddenly felt a chill run down its spine. It shrieked and transformed into a blur as it pounced on Ao Peng.

But the next moment.

It fell to the ground, its body cold.

As a weasel, it bestowed the identity of a resurrected human, exhausting its life force.

【…】

[Successors of the new era, though your victory was not glorious, only the victors have the right to write history.]

You have received 1 unit of merit and 300 incense offerings.

[This was an excellent attempt at obtaining a title. A skilled hunter always appears as the prey. Title obtained +10.]

This weasel is clearly much stronger than the one we encountered on the Aotai Line.

The system text continues.

Good people don't live long, but evil people live for a thousand years.

Nobility is the epitaph of the noble, baseness is the passport of the base.

A despicable heir like you will surely live a long life; the road to Joyful Town is already unfolding beneath your feet.

Heirs, move forward bravely...

Before the system's text had completely disappeared, Ao Peng decisively ran backward, taking advantage of the fact that the mist had not yet gathered again to cover the small temple where he had been.

Just as Ao Peng ran into the small temple, the mist gathered again.

"That was close, I almost didn't make it back."

Only then did Ao Peng look at what the system was going to say next.

[...It seems you'll outlive even the most harmful creatures.]

It worked!

Ao Peng naturally ignored the system's sarcastic remarks.

Can sarcasm and ridicule be fed like incense?

In the mist, the three roads reappeared, sometimes visible, sometimes hidden.

Ao Peng chose the middle one without hesitation.

……

"Hey buddy, do I look more like a human or a god?"

"I'm just an ordinary college student, how could I possibly have the ability to bestow any title upon you?"

"Hello, you college students..."

Huangpizi died.

Life money +1 cent, incense offerings +200 cents

[A tactic that's rather dull, but it really works. +10 in favor of the newbie.]

……

Having had two experiences, Ao Peng's skills in farming yellow weasels became more and more refined, and he became addicted to the game.

On the tenth time, his skill level finally reached 100, and a change occurred.

Seeking an official title (beginner) → (master)

Spirit +0.1, Constitution +0.1.

A warm current flowed into Ao Peng's body, further enhancing his already outstanding mental strength.

In this game, attribute points are gained by leveling up skills.

Ao Peng continued to hunt yellow weasels, but when he used the Mastery Level (1/200) Seal-Taking Skill on ordinary yellow weasels, the proficiency gained was reduced, from 10 proficiency points at a time to 5 points at a time.

But this visible increase in strength is real!

I spent two days in a row climbing the mountain, eating incense when I was hungry, and I didn't even want to go down the mountain.

This game is so much fun!

……

To obtain a title (Master) → To become proficient in

Spirit +0.1, Constitution +0.1

……

It wasn't until he had mastered the skill of obtaining a title that the system's text changed.

[While your despicable and insidious ability to obtain titles may not be enough to establish a sect, it's enough to secure you a place in the world of weasel title-obtaining. If you were willing to sell courses, I believe many weasels would be willing to become your disciples.]

[The skill of seeking blessings begins to flourish in your hands. The popularity and wishes you gained from hundreds of weasels converge, causing some strange changes within your body.]

[Your skill "Demanding Conferment" has advanced to minor mastery. You have gained the passive skill "Feign Weakness," increasing your Spirit by 0.2 and Constitution by 0.1.]

Showing weakness can make you better at disguising yourself, and in the eyes of others, you will also appear weaker.

[You despicable and vile heir, your vile reputation has spread among the weasels.]

They knew that a particularly vicious fellow traveler had recently appeared on the road, posing as a college student seeking favors.

[But your fearsome reputation is too great. You killed hundreds of powerful weasels in two days. It is said that they were vengeful ghosts who were killed by the weasels. Therefore, even the more powerful weasels dare not easily cause you trouble.]

Therefore, they choose to stay far away from you.

Not only did they leave you, they even notified their neighbors on both sides before they left.

Although the rats and water ghosts felt the weasels were exaggerating, they knew better than to fight a losing battle, and wise ghosts avoid trouble with wicked people, so they temporarily moved away from the area.

Ao Peng quickly looked to his left and right.

Not only did the fog in the middle dissipate, but the fog on both sides also dissipated!

He couldn't help but grit his teeth, "You guys could have just run away yourselves, but you actually notified your men and women."

"Blocking someone's path to wealth is no less than killing their parents, you weasels, I'll remember you!"

The system's prompts did not end there.

Your infamous reputation has begun to spread throughout the old lands. A name itself is a power, and you have gained it…

[Title: Nemesis of the Yellow Immortal]

【Nemesis of Huang Xian】(Yellow-level title)

When wearing the title, your damage against small and medium-sized mammals is increased by 10%, you are immune to basic illusions, and you will provoke hostility from mustelids.

There is another village in the dark.

Ao Peng initially thought this was the system preventing him from farming monsters, but he didn't expect the Old Earth World to be more realistic than he imagined.

It was indeed his fame that scared away the weasels around him, but at the same time, as his fame spread, he also received corresponding titles and rewards.

Ao Peng promptly accepted the title; it was a reward for success, so there was no question of it being despicable!

Although the road ahead was already under Ao Peng's feet, he decisively chose to return to the small temple.

Just kidding! I haven't even digested all that incense and life-saving money on me and converted it into combat power yet. How can I just go and roam around in big cities?

The temple was quietly illuminated by the glow of blue lamps.

Ao Peng looked at his harvest.

The corpses of the weasels were piled up like small mountains on both sides, totaling 287.

These weasels contributed a total of 63000 incense sticks to Ao Peng, amounting to 2.87 qian (approximately 6.65 grams).

Ao Peng looked at his two-ounce and one-qian fate, which was too low, and decided to increase it!

He kept 1.87 qian on him for future use.

Add all the rest to his own destiny, changing his destiny to two taels and two mace!

Therefore, the system's judgment was also changed.

[Body cold and bones desolate, this fate has destined me to be a beggar, toiling endlessly without end, spending my middle age begging for alms.]

The moment he changed the verdict, the memorial tablet that had been integrated into his body and had never played a role seemed to be brushed away from its dust, radiating a clear, luminous light.

Ao Peng saw figures flickering in the clear light; these were all ancestors of his own bloodline.

As these ancestors appeared, a skill also appeared in Ao Peng's skill bar.

[The Dog-Beating Stick Technique].