Yiming estimated that he could easily take on more than a dozen strong men by himself, and this power was given to him by his master. Looking at his master, Yiming knelt on one knee, the only way he could express his gratitude.
He secretly vowed in his heart that he would repay his master well in the future and help his master solve his problems.
Xu Le waved his hand, and Yi Ming looked at his master with some confusion, wondering if he was already standing in front of him.
Suddenly, Yiming's enhanced body sensed a chilling aura. He turned around and saw a black-robed, masked figure standing behind him, staring at him with lifeless eyes as if he were looking at an object.
It's an item!
Yiming had never seen such a terrifying look in someone's eyes. His heart trembled. But with an immortal present, how could he back down? He threw a punch with seven-tenths of his strength, leaving only three-tenths for contingency.
The shadowy warrior looked approvingly at Yiming's movements, but did not freeze. He turned to the side to dodge the attack and punched Yiming's elbow. Yiming was so pained that he quickly withdrew his hand and tried to retreat.
However, the shadow warrior seemed to have anticipated this, tensing his leg muscles and delivering a powerful side kick that struck Yiming in the abdomen, knocking him to the ground.
Yiming's eyes were filled with horror and shame. Feeling the cold blade at his throat, he gave up resisting.
After receiving the power bestowed by the immortals, I was so easily defeated. Am I just a born waste?
Yiming's eyes were unfocused, and the guilt in his heart grew stronger, like countless ants gnawing at him. The pain in his heart was more painful than that in his body.
"Alright, get up, Yiming. This is your future teacher. You should learn fighting techniques from him."
Xu Le explained, after all, he didn't want to destroy Yi Ming's confidence, or he would end up as a coward.
Yiming glanced at the respectfully standing shadow warrior, and thinking that they were all under the command of the immortals, losing was not a shameful thing. His smile returned, and a fighting spirit ignited in his eyes.
After giving the instructions, Yiming respectfully followed the shadow warrior outside to learn combat techniques. The shadow warriors were all former powerful individuals who had been transformed into shadow warriors by evil magic, so they retained all their past life and martial arts experience.
The person Xu Le summoned was a former martial arts expert, but unfortunately, he couldn't withstand magic and was transformed into a shadow warrior after his death.
Wan'er, who was lying on the bed, moved her body slightly and shifted towards where Xu Le was sitting.
Xu Le glanced at her and found that Wan'er had not woken up, seemingly because she was a little cold.
It should be autumn now, and it's not yet cold yet; the weather is at its best, cool and not humid.
Although the daytime temperature was like this, the temperature dropped sharply at night, and besides, Wan'er was covered with a rather thin quilt, which was not very warm.
Xu Le thought for a moment, then took off his Taoist robe and draped it over Wan'er. His robe was custom-made, a modern product, and provided excellent warmth. Feeling the warmth, Wan'er calmed down, a slight smile playing on her lips, as if she were dreaming of something happy.
Xu Le sat quietly cross-legged on the edge of the bed, closing his eyes to meditate. He didn't notice that Wan'er beside him had opened her eyes, secretly glanced at Xu Le, then closed her eyes again and drifted off to sleep.
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Inside the magistrate's residence, the old magistrate sat at his desk, while his wife stood behind him, gently massaging his head.
The old magistrate stroked his pale beard, put the wolf-hair brush back and picked it up again four times, as if making up his mind. He then picked up the brush and wrote several hundred words on a piece of yellow paper, put it in an envelope, sealed it with sealing wax, and solemnly instructed his servant: "You must deliver this letter to the capital as soon as possible. If there is any mishap, I will not forgive you. If you do it well, you will be richly rewarded."
The servant responded and ran to the stables to pick out a black steed, setting off that very night.
"Tap tap tap"
The sound broke the silence of the night, then fell silent again, the night encompassing everything.
The old magistrate told his wife to go back to her room to rest, while he stood alone by the window, his figure casting a long, thin shadow on the wall in the candlelight.
After a long silence, a sigh echoed in the study, the voice carrying both sorrow and a glimmer of hope: "This is truly a turbulent time."
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Chapter Thirty: The Alien Race
As the sun rises, a ray of light illuminates the earth, dispelling the darkness and lighting up the world once more.
The warm sunlight shone through the small hole in the thatched roof onto Xu Le, covering him with a layer of golden gauze.
Xu Le ended his meditation and clearly sensed that his mental strength had become slightly stronger than yesterday. He nodded in satisfaction.
Xu Le saw that Wan'er was still asleep beside him, and considering that Wan'er had just recovered and needed time to recover, Xu Le stood up and went outside.
Bang bang bang!
Ten meters away from the room, Yiming and the Shadow Warrior were still sparring. He looked tired, after all, although his body had been strengthened, he was still no match for the Shadow Warrior who was almost immortal and did not need to rest.
Upon seeing Xu Le approach, the two stopped what they were doing and knelt down on one knee.
Xu Le nodded, his eyes hardening as he looked at the bruises on Yi Ming's body. He said gently, "Go back and rest. Remember to balance work and rest. Black Shadow, you should go back too."
Yiming stood up, ready to go back, when he saw the shadowy warrior who had trained with him vanish in a puff of shadow, leaving him speechless. But seeing Xu Le's calm expression, he shut his mouth. Since Xu Le didn't seem inclined to explain, he couldn't ask; it was the duty of a servant.
Xu Le stood under the tree, studying the token he had found yesterday for a while. Its material was actually black iron. Black iron, which could be used to forge divine weapons, had actually been used to forge a token. Especially since this black iron token had been forged through countless hammerings, using enough material to forge at least two greatswords.
However, after much searching, the token continued to absorb life force at a lukewarm pace, and the engraved black bird remained unchanged from yesterday, seemingly without any strangeness, merely an inanimate object.
"Brother Immortal, your clothes."
Turning around, Wan'er stood behind him, her face slightly flushed, holding Xu Le's Taoist robe in her hands.
"How is your recovery going?" Xu Le took the Taoist robe, slowly put it on, and asked casually.
"I feel much better. My chest doesn't hurt at all anymore. Immortal Brother, you are really amazing!" Wan'er said happily when she heard the question. After waking up in the morning, her chest didn't hurt anymore, and she had strength in her body. She was no longer like before, when she would fall over if blown by the wind.
Xu Le smiled and patted Wan'er's head. Wan'er closed her eyes and smiled sweetly.
"Alright, you're feeling better now, go back and get some rest. You can also take care of your brother; he's been exhausted lately." Xu Le withdrew his hand, his tone becoming indifferent again, as calm as a still pond.
Wan'er looked at Xu Le with some disappointment. As a young girl, she was naturally drawn to handsome young men; it's human nature to appreciate beauty. Xu Le was good-looking and possessed a refined, otherworldly charm that captivated everyone.