Terrifying Heavens: I'll directly worship the Black Law of Fengdu!

Chapter 87 A Different New World

In the real world, Li Xuan has only one goal: to use all available resources to become stronger through combat, melee weapon training, and shooting training.

He cultivated the Eastern Peak Method and the Northern Yin Method, refining his physical body, spirit, and soul.

Furthermore, the scriptures obtained are all directly from the manufacturer, and the various cultivation techniques directly address the key points, so the training results are far better than ordinary methods.

Li Xuan's physical fitness has improved across the board; his strength, agility, and mental strength completely surpass his self when he first graduated.

Combat sports require good instructors.

A few months ago, when he was in the ring fighting, a punch to the cheek from his teacher would cause him pain for days. Now, even if he's accidentally hit by his teacher, he recovers quickly after a short while. After all, he possesses a kind of "resilient life force," and in a regulated environment like this, he can recover given time.

Archery skills are also constantly being upgraded, with improved firing speed and accuracy.

Even the instructors at the shooting range believed that Li Xuan was qualified to participate in national shooting competitions, and that with some effort, he might become a well-known shooting athlete in China and even join the national team to participate in Olympic shooting events.

Li Xuan remained silent and continued firing.

Training, fighting, shooting, resting—a monotonous, repetitive cycle.

A man's romance is simple: the thrill of watching himself gradually grow stronger is something hard to find elsewhere...

Li Xuan considers himself conservative, a traditional young man inside and out.

So what he pursues is very ordinary. He just wants to simply travel through the world, complete tasks, get his reward, and with a little more effort, ascend to immortality, roam the four seas, stand atop famous mountains, watch the sunrise and sunset, and witness the passage of time and the changes of the era.

Li Xuan spent more than two months cultivating before he exhausted the spiritual energy inside the purple-red gourd.

He returned to Longquan and met the Spanish master again, saying with a smile, "I'm starting to look forward to seeing the precious swords crafted by the master craftsman."

The Spanish master was decisive and instructed his apprentice to retrieve the items from the storeroom.

The apprentice brought out two wooden boxes, one long and one short, and placed them on the table with a thud, they were quite heavy. The Spanish master opened the long box, inside which lay a black Miao knife, its appearance rather simple.

But as the master took out the Miao sword and slowly drew it from its sheath, a cold, flowing light shimmered from the blade.

He said, "A longer Miao knife looks better. This one is 1.43 meters long and weighs 6 kilograms. The blade is tough and the edge is hard, achieving a very good balance. It is not easy to break or chip."

Li Xuan took the Miao sword, feeling its weight in his hand, and was satisfied with the gleaming blade.

He directly scanned the QR code on the master's table and sent over 200,000 yuan, smiling and saying, "Thank you, I hope we will have the opportunity to cooperate again in the future."

The Spanish master chuckled, opened another wooden box, and inside lay a pair of pitch-black maces.

He carefully took out the mace, swung it a few times with some difficulty, and said, "You guys like to haggle when you buy things. I quoted a price of 300,000 for the Miao sword, actually just waiting for you to haggle."

But Li Xuan, you're too generous, I feel a little embarrassed.

Therefore, we specially crafted a pair of black maces for you, each one meter long and weighing twenty kilograms. I've seen one of your movies, and I always felt that maces were incredibly imposing. There's a saying, "The greatest truths have no sharp edges, yet they can overcome a thousand ingenious techniques."

Li Xuan took the mace, and it felt heavy in his hands. The mace, weighing over twenty pounds, was indeed heavy; with both hands combined, it felt like forty pounds.

He tried swinging it a few times, the mace slicing through the air with a low whistling sound. Just from that sound, it was clear that getting close would be fatal, and touching it would be fatal...

The master spoke at length about the effort he had put into the Miao sword and mace over the past two and a half months.

Li Xuan expressed his respect, listened to the two-hour lecture, and then bid farewell to the master and returned to his place.

He placed his "natal magic weapon" on the Miao sword, and the light slowly seeped in. The originally bright blade of the Miao sword gradually dimmed, and a layer of black appeared on its surface...

The purplish-red gourd has the function of nurturing ritual implements. After Li Xuan performed a ritual in the garden to consecrate the Miao knife and mace, he put them into the gourd and stored them away.

The real world would be a bit boring without any spiritual energy.

In addition, his former classmates kept messaging him privately, asking where he was working now and if he had any ways to make money. He felt somewhat helpless and honestly replied, "I'm not working. I live off the rent because it's too boring. I do some high-risk, high-reward side businesses on the side..."

Upon hearing this, the students immediately went silent.

Li Xuan chuckled to himself, thinking that his classmates probably thought he was crazy, that he was under a lot of pressure in life and was being forced to do illegal and criminal things.

But this is good too; by reducing ineffective social interactions, he can focus on his own things.

In the garden, Li Xuan was all ready to go. Looking at the tender seedling with only five leaves, he said, "It's time to work again. So far, it's either Hong Kong Island missions or Taiwan Island missions. Now, give me something a little different."

The tender bud swayed its body, sending out a beam of green light that enveloped Li Xuan's body.

puff!
Li Xuan vanished as the green light transformed into a gentle breeze.

After some time, I heard a lot of noise, and there were many people hawking something.

"Come and see! Top-quality donkey-hide gelatin, nourishes the body, beautifies the skin, promotes longevity, and keeps you tireless..."

"Candied hawthorn, oh, candied hawthorn!"

"These are the best steamed buns, have a taste..."

Li Xuan opened his eyes and found himself standing in a dark corner. He walked towards the light and realized he had been standing in an alley...

The street was bustling with people dressed in all sorts of ways. There were people with half-shaved heads and small tails, wearing old-fashioned Tang suits; there were people with buzz cuts wearing Zhongshan suits; and there were a few people in brown and green clothes carrying long guns, who formed a small team and jogged slowly ahead.

Another burly man stood by the roadside holding a piece of paper and shouted: "Want to go to San Francisco? Times are changing, now is truly a time when gold is everywhere!"
Those who want to go, come with me. The ship departs tonight. Those who don't want to leave, stay here and wait to die! You don't know this, do you? The Qing Dynasty only exists inside the Forbidden City. Outside the walls, it's the President's world..."

Li Xuan was wearing a white shirt and black casual trousers. He had fair skin and a delicate appearance, and in the eyes of these people, he looked like someone who was either rich or noble.

The Qing Dynasty was nearing its end, and even Puyi was powerless to control what was happening outside the Forbidden City. He was like a plucked sparrow trapped in a magnificent cage.

Therefore, people outside achieved freedom of dress and hair, but that was all. The places that were supposed to be chaotic and war-torn were not reduced at all, but rather increased. Warlords fought each other, carved out their own territories, and declared themselves kings. In an instant, all sorts of arrogant warlord titles sprang up like mushrooms after rain...

(End of this chapter)