The previous moment, Han Yu swore and vowed that he would never do something as stupid as digging a mountain with his bare hands. Yet in less than no time, he was doing it gleefully.
Not only was he doing it, but he was doing it with unbearable frustration.
Who the hell digs a few scoops of dirt with bare hands at the foot of a mountain and gets beaten to death?
He encountered just that.
It was one thing not being allowed to steal a hoe, but killing someone just for digging a few scoops of dirt?
After dying so many times, Han Yu finally figured out that to pass this challenge, this hurdle named Yu Gong, also known as the Wise Old Man, was unavoidable.
"Reborn once more, I must trample my enemies underfoot."
This time, when Han Yu was reborn again at the foot of the mountain, he couldn't help but roar loudly, filled with ambition.
But no sooner had he shouted a couple of times than an untimely voice appeared once more.
"Who are you going to trample?"
