Rural Beauties

Yang Cuihua was flirtatious and at an age full of fiery desires, usually quite free in her ways.

But she was only comfortable with the normal stuff, this method somehow disgusted her, and she began to struggle again.

The more she struggled, the more excited Liu Dajun became, feeling a thrill that he found invigorated his nerves and became somewhat rougher.

Seeing this scene, Wang Xiaolong felt a slight pleasure.

Yang Cuihua, backed by the Liu family, often bullied him, and didn't shy away from spreading bad words about him and Li Qiao'er.

Now, seeing her in a helpless yet compromising situation, Wang Xiaolong felt very refreshed.

However, he was quite angry as this pair of dogs had destroyed so many corn sprouts in his own field.

Looking around, Wang Xiaolong casually picked up a big stone next to him, ready to throw it.

Even if it didn't hit Liu Dajun, it would definitely scare them quite a bit.

But just as he raised his hand, he saw a flash of light not far away.

Wang Xiaolong recognized it—it was Ms. Yang's cell phone.

He quietly took it and found there was no password.

His eyes flickered slightly, and a small strategy formed in his mind.

He immediately turned on the video function, recorded the scene of Liu Dajun and Yang Cuihua's act, and directly sent it to the Xiao Xi Village WeChat group.

Although Liu Dajun was not a public figure, his wedding day was well known throughout the village.

If someone saw that on his wedding day he was not home but out cheating, he would definitely be drowned in people's spit.

More importantly, everyone in the village knew that Yang Cuihua was his father Liu Erleng's lover, and now Liu Dajun sleeping with his 'stepmother' would surely turn the father and son against each other.

Thinking of this, Wang Xiaolong was inwardly ecstatic.

Liu Dajun and his father had bullied him for so long; now he could finally get his revenge.

And this method of revenge was much more satisfying than simply beating them up!

Wang Xiaolong chuckled quietly, and to make things even livelier, he picked up the phone again to continue filming.

He sent the video to Liu Erleng as well as several other representative figures in the village.

At that moment, Liu Dajun was completely unaware that he had become the main character of a drama, with Yang Cuihua's help, he was gradually getting into the mood.

Exhilarated, his hands became restless.

In an instant, he couldn't help but push Yang Cuihua down.

Seeing that the two were about to unite as one, Wang Xiaolong pocketed the stone and then ran to the edge of the field.

He didn't want to let Liu Dajun continue his excitement, but sabotaging also required the right opportunity to be effective.

Soon, water gushed out from the canal.

Wang Xiaolong gauged the timing, waited for the water to almost reach Liu Dajun's side, and then hurled the large stone with all his might.

Bang!

The first stone landed thunderously in the mud, making Yang Cuihua's white body exceptionally dirty and disheveled.

The second stone, precisely and unerringly, hit Liu Dajun in the lower back.

The sudden onslaught of the stone caught him off guard.

The severe pain made him cry out in agony right away.

"Damn it, who's the asshole throwing stones into the field?!"

Wang Xiaolong leaned against the edge of the field, secretly snickering, yet he kept quiet.

But it was this eerie silence that suddenly made Yang Cuihua feel terrified.

Just now, Liu Dajun had told her about the incident where he had accidentally killed Wang Xiaolong.

It made her show a look of fear, "No...it couldn't be the ghost of Wang Xiaolong coming back for revenge, could it?"

"Don't talk nonsense, there's no such thing as ghosts or spirits,"

Liu Dajun's words were tough, but his heart suddenly felt a chill.

He endured the pain and quickly got dressed, not even glancing at Liu Cuixhua as he ran straight toward the village.

"Hey hey hey, you're just going to ignore me?"

"I'm going back to lie down because of my back pain, just do whatever you need to do."

Liu Dajun's attitude, as he pulled up his pants and began to ignore everyone, made Yang Cuihua unable to resist cursing.

"Damn it, he was like a fawning dog when he was with me, and now, not only has he failed, he runs away like a stupid dog when scared."

"Hehe."

Hearing this, Wang Xiaolong couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Accompanied by a cool breeze, his laughter reached Yang Cuihua's ears, making her even more terrified.

She left the place scrambling and tumbling without even properly dressing.

Wang Xiaolong squatted on the ridge, watching the embarrassing retreat of the two, his face showing an increasingly intense smile.

When Yang Cuihua suddenly appeared disheveled from the fields, she instantly drew the attention of many villagers, who crowded around to watch the excitement.

By the time they remembered that they still needed to irrigate their fields, Wang Xiaolong had already irrigated both his and Li Qiao'er's plots.

This caused the villagers to begrudgingly curse under their breaths.

"The first water to come down is always the biggest and richest, lucky for that fool."

"But, Yang Cuihua is really pale. At least our precious time wasn't wasted."

Amidst the discussion, Wang Xiaolong had already returned home.

Sweating profusely, he took off his clothes and sat down in a large water basin.

While soaking in the bath, he began pondering his future.

Now that he had returned to normal, he naturally couldn't continue living aimlessly as before.

And mere farming was hardly enough for significant development.

Wang Xiaolong held his breath and concentrated as he recalled the inheritance he had received that day.

The ancient medical texts, Mysterious Skill, and Female Control Skill, if he practiced them well, could be greatly beneficial to him.

But for now, the ancient medical texts seemed the most useful.

He was originally a medical school graduate, and if he could master the ancient medical skills, that alone might secure him a stable livelihood.

With this thought, he began the practice according to the descriptions in the text.

The ancient medical text was divided into five levels.

The first level was Traveling Doctor, which, once mastered, could treat all common ailments in the secular world.

The second level was Settled Doctor, which could cure over eighty percent of complicated illnesses at its peak.

The third level was Spiritual Doctor, even just reaching the preliminary stage could make one a renowned doctor capable of curing some incurable diseases.

As for the levels beyond, Wang Xiaolong didn't look, as they were still far from his current reach.

Having previously studied traditional Chinese medicine, he now had a good foundation. After practicing the techniques described, he felt that his abilities might have already reached the second level.

Of course, theory is different from practice. To verify the effectiveness of these medical techniques, he first conducted experiments on himself.

Three hours later, Wang Xiaolong felt exceptionally refreshed.

Glancing down, he saw that the previously clear water had turned murky, with some being impurities expelled from his body and some the substance of the fading scars.

Looking at the scars that had almost disappeared, he exclaimed, "The ancient medical texts really are miraculous."

Wang Xiaolong was very happy. With such medical skills, he would never have to worry about food and drink in the future.

Moreover, he had opportunistically contemplated the Mysterious Skill as well. Although he hadn't really mastered it yet, if he encountered Liu Dajun and his group again, he would have some ability to fight back.

After washing up, Wang Xiaolong lay in bed with great anticipation.

But just as his smile was growing, an untimely voice came from the jade pendant.

"Don't be too happy just yet. Even if you grow fast, you can't surpass me in three days. When the full moon night arrives, I will still break the seal and drain you thoroughly!"