The Witcher: Grinding Proficiency Starting with the Witcher

The sun rises and sets, the stars gradually fade.

Li Wei sat by the campfire in the camp, ate some roasted chicken and hot soup, and his body had recovered.

I glanced at the system panel.

[Traversing Eagle Gorge at night grants +30 to general physical skill proficiency!]

【Whirling Cross Slash: 155/500 (Beginner)】

[General Physical Skill Proficiency: 235 points]

Li Wei lowered his eyes.

'235 points of general physical skill proficiency... is enough to directly raise a new physical skill to the beginner level.'

"Black Python Body Tempering Breathing Technique..."

He recalled the eerie black mist surrounding Lauwen during their fight.

Only by using the [vibration force] of the Spinning Cross Slash can its defense be broken.

If it weren't for Lao Wen's inadequate training, the dark energy wouldn't have been able to re-condense in a short time, and it could only barely cover the vital parts of the body.

Otherwise, the outcome of this battle is truly uncertain.

Imagine facing a warrior who is as if he is wearing heavy armor but whose speed is not affected at all; how desperate that would be.

His gaze slowly focused on the parchment spread out in his palm.

As a trophy for killing Lauvin, Turka did not immediately reclaim it.

He was simply told that after the trial was over, he should find a suitable time to return the statue to Raven's brother, Ethan Ferguson.

As for when is appropriate, that's up to him to decide.

The Black Python Body Tempering Breathing Method is a secret technique passed down through the Ferguson family, with a long history.

Just by looking at the yellowed edges of the parchment, one can feel the long traces of time.

To cultivate this body-strengthening breathing technique, in addition to specific postures, a secret medicine is also needed to successfully condense the life seed, which requires many rare herbs and alchemical items.

The most precious of these is the bile of the petrified chicken snake.

The breathing techniques used in body tempering are quite different from those used by the Witcher.

The former focuses on the transformation of the physical body and blood, ultimately condensing into the seed of life.

The latter, however, leans more towards the meditative methods of wizards.

As I was pondering, a cold wind suddenly swept in from behind.

A silver halo appeared out of thin air and gradually expanded to the size of an archway.

Daniel helped Brand out of the room, and on the former's waist hung the hideous heads of Lant and the little mist demon.

Brand frowned, his face was deathly pale, and his waist was covered in blood.

He and Li Wei exchanged a glance across the distance, and he showed a grateful expression.

Li Wei nodded to him in response.

Daniel carried Brand into the tent, and Mavis immediately began treatment.

Immediately afterwards, Daniel walked over with hurried steps, his tone somewhat serious.

"Mavis said you climbed across Eagle Gorge overnight to save Brand?"

"Yes, Uncle Daniel."

Li Wei raised his head.

Daniel patted Levi's shoulder hard.

"Well done, you're a real man."

He untied the head of a small mist demon from his waist. "This is your spoils of war. The head of a small mist demon is a rare material for alchemy."

"You were very lucky this time. The little mist demon you encountered was still in its infancy, but you were able to kill it, which has far exceeded my expectations."

Li Wei took the head, expecting Daniel to blame him for Lauwen's matter, but he was surprised by the other's calmness.

"Thanks."

Afterwards, Daniel asked some questions about Lauvin's details, sighed a few times, and then headed towards the other side of the iron chain.

There he saw Turka and Ete, who were squatting beside Lauvin's body.

"How is the situation?"

Daniel clenched his fist, leaned closer, and glanced at Lauvin's corpse.

The corpse was so badly decomposed that it was unrecognizable, especially the face, which had been mostly gone.

Aite's fingers moved up and down over the corpse.

"Most of his body had been eaten by harpies, especially his head, which was only vaguely recognizable."

"But on the remaining intact skin, many sword wounds were found, and the wound on the chest was very large, left by Li Wei."

"But there is a very shallow wound on my forearm, which was not caused by Li Wei, but by another apprentice."

Turka picked up one of Lauvin's arms; there were two layers of dried bloodstains on the back of his hand.

He held it to his nose and sniffed, his golden cat eyes filled with indifference and tyranny.

"It's not just Lauvin's blood, but also Lant's and Jack's."

Upon hearing this, Daniel's eyebrowless brows furrowed tightly, and his face appeared somewhat gloomy and frightening.

Given what happened, he and Turka, the two instructors stationed at the castle, bear an inescapable responsibility.

"I'll go down the mountain to find the rest of the people."

Daniel said in a deep voice.

Turka hesitated for a moment, then hummed in agreement.

The sun hung high in the sky, and the forest resembled a withered, yellow tide, undulating in the wind.

Turka returned to the Witcher's temporary camp, where he finally welcomed his second apprentice who had arrived on his own.

Ashle Summers.

Ashel walked up to Turka, proudly raised his head, and displayed a brand-new scar on his face as if showing it off.

Turka squinted and patted him on the shoulder.

"Child, go to the camp to change your clothes, have the sorceress Mavis examine your wounds, then warm yourself by the fire, have something to eat, and warm yourself up."

Ashel's cat-like eyes blinked, and a bright smile spread across his face.

Turka's kind words were the best reward for him.

He went straight to the campfire and saw Li Wei sitting there like an old monk in meditation.

He didn't show much surprise on his face, after all, the other party was stronger than him.

"Li Wei".

Li Wei snapped out of his daze and looked at Ashel.

There wasn't much blood on him, but his brown hair was disheveled and he looked extremely tired, indicating that listening to the harpy howls from the other side of the river all night was not an easy experience.

The claw mark on his face, running from below his eye to the corner of his mouth, made his face look even more terrifying and more like the Witcher we remember.

"By the goddess Marina, I am delighted to see you here."

"Me too, Ashel."

Li Wei replied.

Ashel sat down next to Levi, picked up the wooden bowl, scooped a bowl of broth from the earthenware pot, took a sip, and tore at the wound on the corner of his mouth, making him gasp in pain.

Li Wei pointed to the tent in front of him.

"Ms. Mavis is right there."

"I'm not going."

Ashel shook his head, pointing to his wound. "This is a scar left by a water ghost! Look at Turka, Daniel, they both have scars on their faces, these are the marks of men!"

Li Wei glanced at him, thinking to himself, "If you have a scar on your face now, you won't be able to find a woman in the future. You'll regret it."

"Let me tell you, I killed two water ghosts at the foot of the mountain!"

"Master Turka is right, the water monsters are much more troublesome than those on land!"