After resolving his physiological needs, Lin Feng turned his attention to lighting systems that could improve the quality of his nighttime life.

Although the oil lamp was usable, its light flickered and it produced a lot of smoke. He decided to make candles.

He had the women collect large quantities of beeswax, supplemented with pure oil extracted from previously boiled animal fats.

For the lamp wick, he selects treated, resilient rattan fibers, repeatedly impregnating them with wax and drying them to make them upright and flame-resistant.

Next, Lin Feng made several slender conical and cylindrical molds out of clay, poured molten wax or grease into them, and after cooling and solidifying, they became neat candles.

When the first batch of milky white and pale yellow candles were lit, the steady and bright candlelight immediately made the interior of Lin Feng's wooden house appear warm and elegant.

To match these candles, Lin Feng used some of the remaining gold scraps, as well as the piece of gold from the previous piece, to carefully craft several gold candlesticks of different shapes for himself.

Some are as simple as pillars, while others are decorated with curling vine-like ornaments. He even adorned the base of one candlestick with tiny rubies (which he had collected by chance before).

As night fell, several candles burned quietly on golden candlesticks inside Lin Feng's wooden cabin, their soft golden light illuminating the animal skin scroll he was reading (which recorded his newly researched herbal formulas), as well as the set of golden cutlery and wine glasses on the table.

The entire room was filled with a kind of luxurious and tranquil atmosphere that seemed out of place in the primitive wilderness, almost sacred.

The women, when they occasionally saw this scene while delivering food or being ordered to clean the cabin, were utterly astonished.

The visual impact of the golden toilet during the day had not yet completely dissipated, and the atmosphere created by the golden candlesticks and bright candles at night once again refreshed their understanding.

They had seen the extravagance of wealthy families before, but that was in the civilized world, where there were countless artisans and resources to build such extravagance.

Here, Lin Feng, relying solely on himself and these laborers, was able to create such a miracle that transcended time and environment.

The chill of winter deepens day by day.

Lin Feng stood in front of the wooden house, feeling the almost frozen air, and decided to conduct one last large-scale hunt before the mountain was completely closed off.

Only by storing enough meat could he safely get through the long and harsh winter.

He was dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, carrying his improved powerful bow and a quiver of sharp arrows on his back, with a steel knife that could cut a hair in two hanging at his waist.

The white, divine beast "White Moonlight" was already snorting nearby. Its snow-white fur fluttered slightly in the cold wind, and its wings were folded to its sides, making it look extraordinary.

Another equally magnificent mare, "White Emerald," though slightly smaller, stood quietly, poised to become the main pack animal for carrying the game.

The loyal "Wangcai" wagged its tail excitedly, letting out a low growl, eager to follow its master into battle.

Before leaving, Lin Feng made sure to lock the door of the wooden house with a newly made brass lock.

He turned around, his cold gaze sweeping over Qin Lan, Su Wanqing, and the other six women, who were cowering at the doorway not far away, looking at him with awe.

"No one is to set foot in my cabin until I return. No one is to touch anything inside."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority: "Otherwise, you'll bear the consequences."

The women were already used to his commands, and they all lowered their heads and obediently replied, "Yes, Mr. Lin Feng."

Lin Feng said no more and climbed onto the white moonlight.

With a squeeze of his legs, White Moonlight let out a clear neigh, its four hooves flying as it charged out like a white lightning bolt.

White jadeite follows closely behind, symbolizing wealth and prosperity blazing ahead like an arrow.

Their figures quickly disappeared into the depths of the vast snow-covered forest.

This time, Lin Feng's target was a valley in the distant mountains.

He had observed a large, bison-like herd of animals in the vicinity. Their meat was delicious and rich in fat, making them an excellent source of winter provisions.

The wind was biting cold, but Lin Feng, with his superhuman physique and Bai Yueguang's amazing speed, did not feel too uncomfortable.

He ventured deep into the snow-covered forest, and with his keen observation skills and the help of Wangcai, he spent most of the day finally finding a herd of "snowfield giants" in a wide, snow-covered mountain valley.

These creatures are larger than ordinary bison, with thick, greyish-white fur that blends perfectly into the snowy environment.

They have thick, curved horns on their heads and wary eyes.

Lin Feng did not rush to make a move, but patiently observed the movements of the cattle, looking for the best time to attack and the fattest target.

As the strongest individuals in the herd strayed slightly from the main group and began grazing on the withered grass buried under the snow, a glint of light flashed in Lin Feng's eyes.

He silently took down his crossbow and nocked a specially made armor-piercing arrow. The white moonlight, understanding his intent, slowly and almost silently approached.

"call out!"

With a soft whooshing sound, the crossbow bolt shot out like a venomous snake, accurately striking the eye socket of one of the giant bulls, the immense force driving it deep into the ground.

The giant bull collapsed to the ground with a crash before it could even let out a mournful cry.

The other giant bulls were startled and immediately began to run away at full speed.

Without hesitation, Lin Feng drew his bow in quick succession, the arrows flying like shooting stars, each one precisely aimed at the prey's vital points.

Wangcai lunged forward fiercely, tearing at the hind legs of its wounded prey and slowing their escape.

After a fierce chase and battle, Lin Feng, with his superb archery skills and the assistance of his two divine steeds, successfully hunted down five of the fattest and strongest snowfield giant bulls.

He nodded in satisfaction as he looked at the enormous prey lying on the snow.

This amount of meat will be enough for him to consume for a long time.

He skillfully bled his prey, and after a simple treatment, wrapped the large pieces of flesh and blood in tough animal hides, which he then carried on the backs of White Moonlight and White Emerald respectively.

Although the two divine steeds were carrying a heavy load, they still walked steadily.

By the time Lin Feng set off on his return journey with his bountiful catch, it was already completely dark.

The stars twinkled in the cold night sky, and the crescent moon cast a chilly glow on the snow-covered ground.

The closer Lin Feng got to the cabin, the more relaxed he became.

However, when the outline of the cabin came into view, the ease and comfort on his face froze instantly, replaced by a cold and gloomy expression.

His wooden house was brightly lit at that moment!

The dazzling candlelight shone through the glass panes he had installed himself, appearing particularly glaring in the pitch-black night.

Lin Feng frowned deeply, his anger rising.

He clearly remembered that before leaving, he not only locked the door but also sternly warned the women not to enter.

The copper lock he specially made, though simple in structure, was by no means easily broken.

"Looks like I was too nice to you!"

A hint of undisguised killing intent flashed in Lin Feng's eyes.

The order and rules he painstakingly established will not be challenged by anyone.

He created this shelter and provided food for the women.

But this does not mean they can take advantage of him and invade his private space.

He tied the White Moonlight and White Jade to a wooden stake outside the house, signaling Wangcai to guard the prey.

Then, he drew the steel knife from his waist and walked step by step toward the wooden house.

He didn't knock; he simply kicked open the wooden door he had made himself.

"Bang!"

The wooden door swung open inwards, slamming against the wall with a loud bang.

Holding a steel knife, Lin Feng charged in like a demon, ready to teach these women who dared to disobey his orders a bloody lesson.

However, he was stunned when he saw the scene inside the room.

Inside the cabin, a warm fireplace burned, and on the table were his stockpiled dried meat, preserved fruit, and even his treasured fruit wine.

But the people sitting around the table eating and drinking were not Qin Lan and Su Wanqing.

Instead, it was a group of strange women he had never seen before!

There are seven in total.

One of the women stood out the most.

She was in her early thirties, obese, with a greasy face that made it almost impossible to see her neck. She was wolfing down a large piece of roasted meat, her mouth covered in grease, making loud smacking noises as she ate.

The other one was slightly younger, but also plump and voluptuous, wearing a JK uniform skirt that seemed out of place in this primitive world; the hem of the skirt was currently wrinkled.

She was holding Lin Feng's golden wine glass, drinking the fruit wine inside in one gulp, and then letting out a satisfied burp.

There was another woman, who also looked to be in her early thirties, and was equally obese.

Her greasy hair clung to her scalp as she reached out her dirty hands and roughly touched the phantom she was forcibly holding in her arms.

Lin Feng's beloved pet let out a shrill and terrified scream, struggling desperately, but the woman was extremely strong, and she tore off several tufts of Meiying's delicate fur.

The other four women each had their own "characteristics," all of them being overweight and coarse-looking.

They turned Lin Feng's tidy wooden house into a mess, with food scraps and their smelly, worn-out clothes scattered everywhere.

Lin Feng's face instantly darkened to a grim level. The veins on his hand gripping the knife bulged, and his anger erupted like a volcano. This was no longer a simple act of defiance; it was blatant invasion!

"Who are you?!" Lin Feng's voice was icy cold, instantly silencing the previously noisy wooden house.

The seven strange women were startled by the sudden appearance of this menacing figure. They all stopped what they were doing and stared in astonishment at the doorway.

The chubby old woman, her mouth greasy with food, paused for a moment, then frowned and mumbled, "Who...who are you? You scared the crap out of me! If you know what's good for you, get out of our place and don't disturb us sisters enjoying our meal!"

She clearly hadn't figured out the situation and thought Lin Feng was some kind of clueless intruder.

Lin Feng laughed in fury, a chilling smile blooming on his face, colder than ten thousand years of ice: "Everything here, every blade of grass, every brick and tile, was built by my own hands. The food you eat and the wine you drink are all from my reserves. Now, you're telling me this isn't my place?"

His gaze was like the sharpest knife, scraping across the face of every intruder.

Judging from the women's clothing and appearance, Lin Feng immediately deduced that they were probably, like himself, transmigrators who had inexplicably come to this world.

Hearing Lin Feng's words, and glancing at the steel knife in his hand and his fierce aura, the fat woman finally realized that this man was not someone to be trifled with.

She swallowed hard, her tone softening slightly, but still carrying a hint of arrogance: "You...you came from over there too? That's perfect! Since we're all unlucky, this place, and all this food, should be shared by everyone! What right do you have to monopolize it all?"

"shared?"

Lin Feng's eyes flashed with even more murderous intent. "You bunch of trash, you dare to talk to me about sharing? Get out! Get out of my house right now! Otherwise, I don't mind letting your blood wash the floor you've stained!"