For the next three days, Lin Sheng did not enter the dream again. He did not even dream.
Every night, he rested very well.
Other than studying and revising, he went out to find a place to practice swordsmanship.
He was practicing swordsmanship now to absorb the memories of the rotten swordsman.
That guy was the captain of Blackfeather City's patrol team, a typical aristocratic student. He had to practice a complete set of basic swordsmanship every day, so Lin Sheng had a comprehensive swordsmanship system.
Obviously, he had mastered more than one sword technique, but in the fragmented memory that Lin Sheng had inherited, there was only one.
Of course, he was already satisfied.
After all, this was the first time he had mastered a real sword technique. Before this, he had been using the basic moves to fight the enemy.
Apart from the sword technique, what he was most looking forward to was the part about the Warren Sanctum in this guy's memory.
In the fragmented memory, the Warren Sanctum did have a special secret technique that could quickly enhance one's physical strength. But this secret technique was kept secret, and only official warriors of the Sanctum could learn it.
Most importantly, according to the memory fragments he had obtained this time, the Sacred Temple did indeed have a special cultivation method, a method that could allow one to break through their limits faster.
In other words, it was a special limit-breaking method.
As far as he could remember, the powerful rotten swordsman was only a level-2 Warrior.
In this fragmented memory, warriors who reached Level-3 would automatically receive preferential treatment in Blackfeather City.
If a Level-3 warrior was willing to attach himself to a family, the treatment he would receive would be equivalent to that of many high-ranking citizens.
This made Lin Sheng even more eager to break through the limit and step into Level-3.
Soon, there was not much time left for peace.
March 31st. Finally, he could enter the dream again.
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…
Light rain fell from the sky like silk threads, drenching Lin Sheng in his pajamas.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt cold and wet on his face, the back of his hands, and his neck.
"It's raining in this damn place?" Lin Sheng quickly looked around.
He was standing at the place where he had killed the rotten swordsman. To his left was the triangular black eagle flagpole.
"Take off the clothes first!"
Without saying a word, Lin Sheng rushed over and began to strip the rotten swordsman's clothes.
"Oh, it's a woman?" Lin Sheng was slightly taken aback when he put his hand on it.
"No, the pectoral muscles are a little bigger …" He immediately recognized the difference.
The rotten swordsman's clothes were like a large black tablecloth. He dug a hole in the middle and stuffed his head into it.
The design was extremely simple.
She was wearing a long black tube skirt with a slit on the side. She was wearing grey trousers inside.
There was a string of decorative silver beads on his belt and a money pouch.
Lin Sheng reached out and pulled off the money pouch.
The greyish-white money pouch had the structure of an old-fashioned satchel and was only the size of a palm.
He untied the fabric of the sack and shook it out.
Patter.
A small black object fell to the ground.
Lin Sheng quickly picked it up. It was a key with a sawtooth handle. There was also a small vertical pupil symbol engraved on it.
"This symbol …" Lin Sheng picked it up and examined it carefully. "It's very similar to the vertical pupil I saw in Ravel."
He carefully identified it, then quickly raised the black sword in his hand and looked at the symbol on the blade.
The two symbols, one big and one small, looked almost the same.
"The style is the same. It should be a symbol."
Lin Sheng felt a little suspicious.
"There is no doubt that this symbol must represent something. Maybe an organization, a force, a religion? It's all possible. And this symbol can be openly carved on the door, on the sword, without fear of being discovered. Obviously, it's not a symbol that is unacceptable to everyone. "
He looked at the huge Blackfeather City not far away.
"Maybe the answer is there …"
Putting away the things, Lin Sheng quickly took off the rotten swordsman's coat and put it on himself.
The coat was a little too big. Obviously, he was too thin.
"I need to strengthen my muscles." Lin Sheng sighed. He looked at the black sword in his hand, and then at the black sword in the corpse's hand.
The sword in the corpse's hand had a thicker and wider blade. The gauntlet was round and perfectly protected the palm. The hilt was of the right thickness and was tied with thin anti-skid yarn.
Lastly, the end of the sword hilt was not the usual spherical shape. Instead, it was in the shape of a spike. There were still traces of blood on the tip of the spike.
"This one looks much more powerful."
Lin Sheng decisively abandoned the black sword he got from Ravel and bent down to pick up the black sword in the corpse's hand.
"Since they're all from the rotten swordsman, I'll call these black swords rotten swords."
He weighed the black sword in his hand. It was much heavier than the previous ones.
"Almost ten catties … Awesome."
He had only used four or five catties before, but this one was almost double. He needed some time to get used to it.
Then there was the dagger that he was hit with.
The dagger was unexpectedly heavy, at least three or four catties. He hesitated for a moment and decided not to bring it. A sword alone was tiring enough.
He buried the dagger under the flagpole. Maybe he could find it when he came back.
Holding the sword with both hands, Lin Sheng began to wander around the city again.
In the darkness, the weeds around Blackfeather City swayed with the wind, making a rustling sound.
He walked for a long time under the moonlight, but he did not encounter a single monster.
On the other hand, he was the one who had walked too fast. He was panting and tired.
"My stamina is too weak …"
Lin Sheng rested with his back against the city wall. He was still a little tired after carrying the five-catty sword for such a long time.
"I have to find a way to quickly improve my stamina and strength. Although I can improve by exercising every day, it's too slow … "
He sighed in his heart.
After resting for a while, the rain gradually stopped.
His clothes were soaked, and his body was cold, but his heart was warm.
He had a rough map of Blackfeather City.
He had also planned the route to the Warren Sanctum and Lhasabelle. What he needed to do now was to get into the city!
"My strength has improved, and I haven't found any living creatures after walking around for so long. Looks like I have to get into the city."
Lin Sheng licked his lips, his eyes drifting with his sword.
"But I've only changed my sword now. There's no rush. I'll get used to it first before getting into the city."
He stopped for a while, stood up, and continued to look for prey with his sword.
But this time was different. He was going back. No other places to explore.
Walking along the city wall, he did not need to find the direction. Going back was much faster than exploring.
Not long after, Lin Sheng returned to the front of the city gate.
The gate was dark, and gusts of cold wind blew out from it.
Lin Sheng looked up at the city gate.
After the rain, the fog dissipated. There were rows of jagged arrow mounds above the city gate.
Behind the arrow mounds, there was a black tower with a pointed top.
Moonlight shone down, dyeing the entire city wall with a silver glow.
Lin Sheng retracted his gaze, clenched the rotten sword, and strode toward the gate.
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