"Wulang! Wake up! Get up! "
Wu Ming walked out of the merchant's house and saw Wulang sleeping on the side. He was speechless and stepped forward to give him a kick.
"Ah! I'm very sorry, sir! "
Wulang blushed and bowed deeply.
"Hmm … Find a hotel to stay in, and then we'll have a big meal, and you can leave …"
Wu Ming said casually and immediately saw Wulang's sad eyes.
But he did not say much.
After all, at his age, he had missed the best time for cultivation, and it would inevitably take more effort to correct him. It was true that Wu Ming wanted to find some followers, but it did not mean that he wanted all kinds of goods. The expenditure was not proportional to the benefits.
"The Yamada family of Swamplands City?"
At this time, looking at Heavensguard Pavilion in the center of the city, a smile appeared at the corner of Wu Ming's mouth.
According to the saying here, a stone that was more than 10,000 stones, built a city, and controlled a city or a country could be called a daimyo.
The Yamada family's stone was 12,000 stones, which meant that it could mobilize about 1,000 troops, and there were also 20 to 50 samurai. It was indeed a considerable force in the Rising Cloud Nation.
Unfortunately …
"An ordinary army, 1,000 soldiers are 1,000 foot soldiers, and ordinary farmers. It's really not worth looking forward to … The real combat power is still those dozens of samurai … It's even worse than the apparent strength of the Wang family in Chu Feng Prefecture …"
50 samurai represented 50 elite dental soldiers, and perhaps there were also bows and horses. If he charged on the plain and was surrounded by this army, it would naturally be a dead end.
But Wu Ming was only one person, and he could use the complex terrain to engage in guerrilla warfare. He could kill as easily as mowing grass, and he could even defeat the samurai one by one.
Needless to say, would Yamada Tsusei really be willing to use all his capital just to encircle and annihilate a ronin?
Therefore, the previous duel in the tavern was actually in the past.
This could be seen from the fact that Naito Takamasa, as the royal merchant of Yamada Tsusei, came to recruit him.
"My dignity is not in the privileges of a samurai, but in this sword …"
Wu Ming looked at the katana on his waist and smiled.
Right now, even if he was penniless, he was confident that he could live a good life in this world. All he could rely on was his own strength! Or perhaps … internal luck!
One's life was illusory. External luck was like rootless duckweed. Only internal luck was something that one could truly control, a true power!
Although somewhat disappointed, Dangoro still completed his task well.
Wu Ming was not short of money at all, so he naturally stayed in the best room.
In reality, the lives of rogues and wild warriors were very tough. They lived precariously, and it was normal for them to not be able to fill their stomachs. When winter came, there were even many who died of cold and hunger. However, Wu Ming naturally would not mistreat himself. With the 30 strings of coins he earned from selling the black bear hide, he wanted the best of everything.
Soon, the news that a powerful warrior was staying in the inn spread. The sense of security it brought attracted even more guests, causing the pretty lady boss to grin from ear to ear.
Night fell.
After rejecting the lady boss's invitation, which was full of hints and even explicit, Wu Ming sat cross-legged on the tatami. A pearl appeared in his hand, emitting a bright white light.
"This Suihou Pearl … seems to have changed after absorbing the essence of the Bashe!"
After assuming the position of Great Emperor of the East Peak, Wu Ming naturally knew what attracted the Suihou Pearl in the palace!
"Ancient divine beast … Bashe? Speaking of which, although this pearl is a dragon pearl, it also has the nature of a snake … "
Wu Ming faced the Suihou Pearl against the moonlight. Immediately, he saw the golden-green clouds condensed inside, and the indistinct purple snake shadow became more and more lively.
The clouds above his head changed in an instant.
The golden-green clouds gathered, and in the middle, there was even a green and purple-eyed flood dragon!
Although his Heaven's Eye could see through the details and divide a person's luck into three levels, other Qi-gazers did not have this ability. If they saw it, it was possible that they would directly bow their heads and worship it.
Breathe in …
With a simple breath, Wu Ming's eyes flashed, and he cut off the miscellaneous thoughts in his mind. He entered the most suitable state for cultivation.
Within his sea of consciousness, the Yinghuang Court Talisman Scripture, which had been completed with the Human Immortal Scroll, began to operate automatically.
At this time, he could feel that the golden-green clouds outside were constantly reducing, becoming ten times more concentrated, and entering the range of the internal luck.
Affected by this, the red and white internal luck that represented his status as a magician gradually became more concentrated, and continuously purified. The process was so fast that it was unbelievable. It was enough to make those Taoists who cultivated in the deep mountains jealous to death.
"The so-called solid foundation … is the process of completely digesting the external luck of the duckweed in the wind into the process of stabilizing the internal luck …"
With the Heaven's Eye, the Dao of Luck was no longer a secret to Wu Ming.
When the sky gradually brightened, Wu Ming slowly stopped cultivating, and a look of joy appeared on his face. "At this rate, I will definitely become a Perfected Person in a few months!"
In reality, after the previous World of Gods and Ghosts, and after returning to Dazhou, he did not have much time to cultivate.
The World of Gods and Ghosts was incomplete, and after arriving in Dazhou, he was pulled into a mission a few days later. It was only now that he could calm down and carefully comprehend the mysteries of the Yinghuang Court Talisman Scripture.
"In the realm of martial cultivators, magicians are white-red, Perfected Person is red-red internal luck, Yuan Shen is formed, and one's status is stabilized … Next, Celestial Master is golden …"
At this time, he could not help but think of the Thoughtless Sect swordsman.
"In this period of time, I have also heard that in this world, the Way of the Sword can be divided into Swordlife, Swordsman, Swordmaster, and the rumored Sword Sage level 4 … Swordlife level 1, Swordmaster level 2, Swordmaster level 3, the rumored Sword Sage might be level 4, equivalent to the Martial Path and Martial Sage?"
The Way of the Dazhou martial path was divided into the Physical Body Realm, Grandmaster, Great Grandmaster, and Martial Sage levels.
The Grandmaster was already comparable to the magician, and had red-white internal luck, while the Great Grandmaster was the third level of the Martial Path, an expert comparable to a Perfected Person!
Although the application of Dao techniques was very strong, and if a Daoist was well-prepared, a martial artist would not be a match for them, but in terms of close combat, and the ability to defeat a country within five steps, a Daoist naturally could not compare to a martial artist.
"After the Martial Grandmaster is the Martial Sage! Rumor has it that the Martial Sage, be it the physical body, internal breath, or spirit, has been tempered to the extreme, and is known as Invincible Vajra. In the army, they are peerless generals, able to kill thousands and defeat tens of thousands! I wonder what about the Sword Sage here? "
"Although rumor has it that after the Martial Sage, there is no path, but a Level 4 expert comparable to a Taoist Celestial Master is also very terrifying …"
Wu Ming's expression was solemn.
The Way of the Sword was not the only cultivation system in the Fu Sang Continent.
Onmyoji, ninjas, ghosts, deities, and even the legendary God of Heavenly Pillar made him realize that in this world, be it the top forces or the level of ordinary cultivators, they might all surpass the World of Gods and Ghosts!
"Le Song of the World of Gods and Ghosts is only a Level 3 Taoist Perfected Person. Here, he might be a famous expert in a country, but he is definitely not invincible, the number one in the world …"
At this thought, Wu Ming felt a little apprehensive.
He was a cautious person to begin with, and immediately went over everything he had done. He realized that he had not done anything too out of line, and was not afraid of the backlash, so he was slightly relieved.
"There is still the enemy authority holder …"
Even if there was only a 10% chance that the other party was stronger than Wu Ming, Wu Ming was not willing to take the risk.
Therefore, hiding here and quietly cultivating to become a Perfected Person might be the best way to deal with it.
Currently, he was only a Level 2 Taoist, and his combat power could barely enter Level 3. However, if he cultivated to become a Perfected Person, with the help of the Thunder spell, his combat power could soar to the peak of Level 3!
This was the level of The Great Swordmaster. Even a famous person in a country would have to pay respect to him, and he would be a big shot in Fu Sang.
"The other party might not even be in the Yun Nation … Is the best method still to delay?"
Wu Ming thought of the 10-year limit again.
He was not a person who advocated breaking through between life and death. If he could delay until the end of the 10-year limit, and the other party happened to not have the authority to exempt him from being killed, that would be the best thing.
He did not mind spending 10 years as a price to have the Main God Temple kill the enemy!
"But the Main God Temple won't let me off so easily, right?"
Wu Ming shook his head.
…
Two months later.
"Roar!"
A huge white ape with a bloodshot vertical eye in the center of its forehead broke open the bushes with its hands and roared at Wu Ming.
"Shoot!"
At the side, a dozen people shouted and shot arrows. Unfortunately, they were all blocked by the white fur.
"Sir, it's all up to you!"
An old man wearing patterned clothes said to Wu Ming as he looked at the white ape demon roaring.
"Leave it to me!"
Wu Ming was speechless. He drew his sword and stepped forward. A puff of Physical Invulnerability appeared and shone brightly.
"A mere samurai …"
The one-eyed ape roared and spoke in human language, "Become the sacrifice for my ninety-nine lives!"
"Noisy!"
Wu Ming slashed with his sword. The blazing sword light slashed down from the ape's shoulder with irresistible force.
Boom!
A huge cloud of grey smoke exploded, revealing a cracked ceramic bowl that fell to the ground and shook.
"He … he got it!"
The people at the side opened their mouths wide in disbelief. "99 Shots! That's an existence that chased away several monks and arcane masters …"
"As expected of the God and Ghost Blessing Sir!"
"Sir's sword is glowing! The Wind Magic Cut lives up to its name. It's a famous blade in the world … "
…
As the crowd discussed, Wu Ming was extremely embarrassed. "Isn't it just a level-1 ghost …"
In his spiritual eye, he could see that the white ape only had faint black internal energy, not demonic Qi and ghost Qi!
Generally speaking, a pure color represented a stable level. For example, pure black internal energy was a standard level-1 ghost! Pure white was a standard level-2 ghost! Now that it was faint black, it was only slightly stronger than an ordinary person. Yet, it was still rumored to be like this!
Looking at the old man beside him who was also crying tears of gratitude, Wu Ming was even more speechless.
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