The small town they were located in was known as Wind Wolf Town. The Monster Clan and the Spirit Clan were supposed to possess very formidable beings, at least that's the impression from what Pig Mom had said.
Humans in this world were the lowest class of slaves; these children were all raised collectively, then subjected to slave education, before becoming slaves to the nobles. Simply put, he was now considered property of the great Wind Wolf in Wind Wolf Town, albeit the least valuable kind.
There should be no shortage of humans, as could be inferred from Pig Mom's words. The only redeeming feature of humans seemed to be their reproductive capacity. The birth rate of the Monster and Fairy Clans was relatively poor, and that was the foundation for humans' survival.
The weakness of humans in this world was too pronounced; in the eyes of the Monster and Spirit Clans, humans couldn't even handle physical labor. However, humans were a bit more intelligent than other slave races and could perform more intricate tasks. Additionally, for some within the Monster and Spirit Clans, human flesh was tender and considered good food.
Slaves, food…
It seemed as though things couldn't get any more dreadful!
Tang San could only silently console himself, that since things were already this awful, any slight improvement in the future might bring a sense of happiness.
His only worry now was about his wife—where would she be reincarnated, and would she suffer as much as he did?
It had to be said that Pig Mom's milk was much more nutritious than that of Tang San's birth mother. At least it was enough to fill his stomach.
When he was around half a year old, Tang San felt that he had finally reached a physical condition somewhat comparable to that of normal human children in his original world.
Such a state also made him noticeably plumper than the other frail children around him. At half a year old, being a bit plump was all it took. This earned him slightly more favor from Pig Mom. It seemed that in this world, strength and robustness were regarded as beautiful.
However, by half a year old, there was no more milk to drink, replaced by a porridge-like substance. A small bowl of it was simply thrown near the children for them to scoop out and eat with their hands. How much they ate depended on how much they could grab.
Most children couldn't even sit up yet. Often, Pig Mom had no choice but to feed them impatiently with a spoon.
At this time, Tang San gained even more favor from Pig Mom, as he could now grab food from the bowl with his little hands.
So naturally, he ate a bit more, and even occasionally received the reward of a drink of milk.
He didn't know what he was eating, as long as it filled him up, that was all that mattered.
After eating his fill, Tang San lay in the grass nest and suddenly felt like laughing. He remembered a friend from his previous life who often said that even a grass nest could contain a golden phoenix!
He himself was now essentially raised in a grass nest, and wondered what his companions would think if they knew.
As the thought passed, Tang San closed his eyes and quietly pulled some straw over himself for warmth. Then, he silently used his intention to guide the bloodline within his body.
This wasn't his first time being reborn. The world he was reborn in last time was called Soul Land. Compared to that experience, this one was undeniably much more miserable. But at least now he had a chance to survive. Therefore, he had to strive to become stronger first.
The Mysterious Heaven Method was the most fundamental skill he'd cultivated back in the day—balanced and neutral. There was nothing more suitable for building a foundation.
In his previous rebirth, he had mastered the first level of the Mysterious Heaven Method by the age of six, which laid the foundation for him to later become a Godking.
In this life, his understanding of the Mysterious Heaven Method was undoubtedly much deeper than during his last rebirth. The only issue was that his body was too frail, and he had to proceed slowly.
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With a body merely half a year old, there was not much he could do. He wouldn't be able to cultivate anything just because of his rebirth, let alone during his infant years. The meridians of his young body hadn't even fully developed, so even with the Mysterious Heaven Method, he couldn't truly circulate it. The only thing he could do was to feel the spirituality of heaven and earth in the air through the technique of the Mysterious Heaven Method, combined with that single thread of his divine consciousness, and quietly absorb a trace of it in an attempt to nourish his own body.
His first attempts began a few days ago. At half a year old, his body was also passable; not strong, but no longer that vulnerable and facing a test of life and death at any moment.
However, when Tang San first tried to perceive this world with his sliver of divine consciousness, he was amazed to find that in this world, where humans were less than dogs, the aura was frighteningly dense.
This Wind Wolf Town was by no means a treasure land, simply the most ordinary territory of the Monsters. Yet when he perceived the world, he could clearly sense that the aura here was extremely rich and pure. It was much denser than the Soul Land where he first reincarnated. He wasn't even sure if the evolved Douluo Planet had such dense spiritual energy.
Actually, before his attempts, his heart was conflicted and anxious, most worried that this was a degenerate age devoid of any aura or Origin Energy. As the saying goes, without rice, even the cleverest housewife cannot cook. Humans themselves were slaves, and their days were almost destined to be precarious—if his cultivation progress was pitifully slow, facing those powerful monsters and spirit monsters, wouldn't he just be pinched to death at any time?
The rich aura let Tang San heave a sigh of relief; it was the first piece of good news he received after coming to this world. At least with this rich aura, once he was able to start cultivating, it would naturally be much easier for him.
Every day he absorbed a little at a time, quietly improving his body internally, not outwardly. On the surface, he seemed only a bit more spirited than an average child, still rather thin and frail.
The days passed day by day, and the children gradually learned to speak. Among them, about a quarter of the children died silently.
There were no medical measures here, only food to eat. No one came to teach anything. They had to learn to speak on their own.
When they turned one and could barely walk, they were sent to another place, managed by a strict Pig Monster. The ground was covered with thatch and the wooden houses barely kept out the cold. Two hundred human children were sent to a house of two hundred square meters, but the amount of food was only enough for one hundred and fifty children.
From the conversation between the Pig Monster and the Wolf Monster, Tang San could understand that the children who could fight for food and thus have stronger bodies would be able to endure longer as slaves in the future. Those with weaker bodies were not worth wasting food on.
Beyond feeling sorrow for the humans of this world, a seed of rebellion was planted in his heart, but at only one year old, he could do nothing.
With the nourishment of the absorbed spiritual energy, Tang San's body was naturally much stronger than his peers. But he took only what his body needed each day, leaving the rest for the others. He could only watch helplessly as the weakest children were taken away, gasping for breath, unable to do anything.
Every night, when it was quiet, he would absorb the aura while silently pondering.
A year had passed since he came to this world, and seeing humans living lives worse than pigs and dogs, his heart was anxious and painful. He didn't dare to think—if his wife, who had reincarnated with him, was living the same life as him, perhaps she was one of the children gasping for breath as they were taken away, then what should he do? Keep in mind, she truly reincarnated and would forget everything from her previous life!
Whenever he thought of this, his heart couldn't help but fill with strong anger towards this world. Why were humans so weak here? Xiaowu, where are you exactly?
He really wished he could grow up quickly and become stronger. That way, he could go and find his Xiaowu.
She must still be alive! She must be living well!
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Thanks to: Tang Sect little white, Negative Level Earthquake, Dragon Walking in the Morning, Mouse Who Talks About Martial Virtue, Cai Cai Circle, Wu Bingji, Ghost Monster Qiongqi, Hai Jifeng, Fan ~ Cheek ^ Leaf, Wood Falling, Goose Southward, Only Three Months of Little Prosperity, Alcohol Rui.
Thanks to the leaders mentioned above. Thanks again to all the friends who added the book to their collections and recommended it.
Today is 520, wishing everyone happiness ^_^
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