Chapter 1001: Reincarnation is a technical skill

"Dad!"

"What is it?"

"I want to eat meat!" The child, dressed in patched-up hemp clothes, had a dusty face and only bathed casually in the pond. His messy hair had never been groomed.

This was, of course, Qian Wuhen, who was raised by Chen Xun. The two of them had been relying on each other to get by, and Qian Wuhen was doing quite well, at least he was alive and growing up...

"What?!" Chen Xun shouted, turning his head in disbelief. "With our family's situation, if you want to eat meat, you better earn some spirit stones to buy it for me..."

"Dad, but we can go hunting." Qian Wuhen rubbed his hands and smiled sheepishly, his smile pure and innocent. "Didn't you teach me how to set traps?"

"This is the domain of immortals, we're just here to farm for them. This isn't a place for hunting, those fierce beasts could slap me to death with one paw."

Chen Xun shook his head, waving his hand repeatedly. "As a man, if you want something, you have to earn it with your own skills. When we go down the mountain to the Kingdom Qian, we can naturally buy some meat."

Eating meat in the Five Aggregates Sect was impossible; the spiritual and fierce beasts here were considered family, and Chen Xun couldn't bear to harm them.

Qian Wuhen nodded, somewhat understanding, not knowing what going down the mountain meant, nor what the Kingdom Qian or the mortal world was. He just asked, "Dad, then how can we earn spirit stones to buy meat?"

"Hehe, your dad is skilled in 108 crafts of the world. I'll teach you all of them, and you'll be able to support yourself."

"Wow! As expected of Dad!!!" Qian Wuhen understood this part, jumping up and clapping his hands excitedly. "Dad is the most amazing person."

"Hmph, of course." Chen Xun turned his head proudly. "First, you need to learn to read and do arithmetic, or you'll get cheated without knowing."

"Yes, Dad, I've already learned."

"So fast?!"

"It's simple... I learned it at a glance."

"Damn... It seems my little Wuhen has great talent."

Chen Xun was secretly amazed. At five, he was still clueless, like an idiot. "In the morning, we'll learn to read, in the afternoon, we'll practice memory, and at night, we'll learn survival skills for the world."

"Okay!!" Qian Wuhen's face was flushed with excitement. "Dad, I'm going to dig up some sweet potatoes to eat, I'm a bit hungry."

"Hehe, go ahead, and turn the soil while you're at it."

"Got it, Dad!"

Qian Wuhen hopped away, carrying a bull-shaped wood carving made by Chen Xun.

He lived happily every day. Although life was poor, his dad seemed to know everything, and he admired him greatly.

Chen Xun turned his head, a faint, peaceful smile on his lips. Perhaps a simple life was purer happiness.

Entering the world of immortals too early brought nothing good, only added troubles.

He found it amusing to often leave little Qian Wuhen dumbfounded. This kid was much easier to fool than his cunning third sister, definitely an honest child.

Little Wuhen ate those wild fruits, which were actually Taiwei Purple Immortal Fruits. He had a natural Dao medicine body, perfectly compatible with spiritual herbs.

As for feeding him the World Soul directly, Chen Xun didn't dare. This child didn't have the same body as his third sister, so he couldn't be raised the same way. He had to be taught according to his aptitude, using spiritual herbs to balance.

Qian Wuhen's growth was extremely slow. After all, he wasn't human, just humanoid in appearance, and couldn't be compared directly.

Since Tai Yu and the others brought back the true dragon nest, he learned some stories about the ancient dragon clan. It was said that their growth was even more outrageous, taking a thousand years just to hatch, and growing even slower.

Only the ancient immortal clan seemed to have taken the best traits of the myriad clans, growing as fast as humans, with innate divine abilities not inferior to the Three-Eyed Ancient Immortal Clan or the Yin Ming Spirit Clan. It seemed reincarnation was indeed a skill.

But he never saw these advantages in Tai Yu, clearly spoiled by A Da and A Er. When it came to raising kids, they were still three points worse than him.

Chen Xun smiled slightly. In the days without Bull and the others, having this child around was nice.

Living long, nurturing descendants, and enjoying old age was the right path, lest he turn around one day and recognize no one, wasting his years.

At the fertile fields in the back mountain.

Qian Wuhen was digging the soil with a hoe larger than himself, but he was naturally strong and didn't feel tired at all. Maybe it was from eating too many wild vegetables and gaining strength.

At least, that's what he thought.

"Ribbit~"

Suddenly, a frog's croak sounded, and a large frog wearing a straw hat and a tattered cloak walked over slowly, still holding the signature Clear Dust Grass in its mouth.

This demeanor clearly marked it as a master!

Qian Wuhen turned abruptly, exclaiming, "Uncle Frog!"

This little frog, seemingly weak, was a local tyrant, feared by wild beasts. It was a little wild beast that grew up with him, and his dad told him to call it uncle, a family relative.

Qian Wuhen didn't think much of it, his worldview wasn't strong, so he accepted it obediently.

Whoosh!

The Frog Daoist leaped up, its four legs straightened, quite dashing, and landed in front of Qian Wuhen, scrutinizing him. "Kid, digging up sweet potatoes again?"

"Yes, Uncle Frog." Qian Wuhen's voice was clear, nodding repeatedly, even squatting down to watch the Frog Daoist intently. "Uncle Frog, do you want some too?"

"Ribbit, not interested." The Frog Daoist glanced at the few acres of fertile land, remembering it was Bull Daoist's territory, and dared not touch it. "I brought you some wild vegetables from outside."

The Frog Daoist spoke solemnly, pulling out a few rare spiritual herbs from its cloak. "Your dad said you were weak since childhood and needed to eat more wild vegetables, avoiding too much meat."

"Oh..." Qian Wuhen blinked, recognizing the wild vegetables, used to eating them.

The Frog Daoist frowned slightly. Why did both Qian Wuhen and Chu Zhen have such short-lived appearances, both close to Chen Xun? Was the fortune of immortals suppressing ordinary beings?!

"Ribbit." It croaked again, leaping onto Qian Wuhen's shoulder, surveying the surroundings. "Kid, today Uncle Frog will tell you a story, about the Great General of the Desolate Heaven outsmarting the Void Ancient Beast!"

"Wow..." Little Wuhen's eyes widened, his body trembling. He loved listening to Uncle Frog's stories, even knowing they were fictional, they were satisfying.

But his dad never told him stories, only teaching him survival skills.

"Uncle Frog, didn't Uncle White Spirit come?" Qian Wuhen suddenly asked, looking around curiously. "You two are always together."

"It was summoned by the immortal for work." The Frog Daoist casually replied.

Chen Xun's meaning was clear. This kid had a remarkable background. If he grew up ignorant of the world, in the Wild Heaven Region, it would be a hellish start, hard to move forward.

"Oh..." Qian Wuhen nodded gently, his voice crisp. "Then the immortal must be amazing."

"Hehe." The Frog Daoist chuckled awkwardly. Your dad is the true immortal lord of the Wild Heaven Region...

But it didn't say it directly. Chen Xun could split it in half with one hand.