It was late at night when Zhu Dingxiang back to the courtyard in the Qiao estate. He has bought lots of things, clothes, food, seeds of vegetables and flowers to things like spices...
Outside of Zhu Dingxiang's courtyard.
Two figures in black were talking with each other.
"The First Elder ordered us to monitor Doctor Zhu's every move. But all he does is going around and shopping. How do we report this to the First Elder?"
"I don't know, didn't he go to the Blue Lake Pavillion today? Let's just report that."
"It's almost midnight now, and I don't think he will come out again. Let's go get some drink."
"Yeah, that makes sense; let's go. We will come back tomorrow morning."
Finished talking, the two spies turn around and walk away. But unknown to them, their discussion was heard by someone else.
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Inside the courtyard's bedroom, Zhu Dingxiang was lying on a bed with a soft cushion and blanket.
"First Elder, huh? I wonder who he is to send someone spying on me even in this place."
...
However, after thinking for a while, he tossed the thought to the back of his mind. Zhu Dingxiang fell asleep and surrendered himself to this warm and cozy place.
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Meanwhile, an angry voice echoed somewhere inside the town mayor's mansion.
CRACK* The sound of a teacup smashing against the wall.
"BASTARDS!" Wei Chao roars out in rage; with a heavy punch, he breaks the stone table.
[Name: Wei Chao.]
[Age: 20.]
[Gender: Male.]
[Martial Spirit: (Early) Human Rank, Flame Viper.]
[Cultivation: (Late) Stage 6 Body Refining.]
[Description: Heir of the Wei Family...]
"Why are you only reporting now that Qiao Qiuyue already came back in the morning?" Weichao asked with a venomous glare.
Inside the room, a skinny man dressed in servant attire remained kowtowed on the floor, cold sweat form on his face.
"..." The servant didn't dare to say anything. One wrong word, and he might as well not see tomorrow.
The young master of the Wei family, Wei Chao, was famous for his cruelty and bad temper.
However, no matter what atrocity Wei Chao commits, all of his actions are forgiven. Born with a Human Rank martial spirit, he has always been treated like a prince within the Wei family.
His father was the town mayor and also the head of the Wei family. In Blue Lake Town, he fears no one.
"What did I feeds you dogs for?"
Seeing the servant didn't dare to speak, Wei Chao exploded and started to destroy everything in the room. Ornaments, books, furniture, nothing could escape his wrath.
"GUARD! GUARD! GET THE THIS BASTARD OF HERE, YOU F*CKING DONKEYS!"
Hearing Wei Chao calling the guards, the servant's face paled.
"Young master, Young master, Please! This servant knows his mistakes! Please spare me! young master!..."
"Young master, some masked men obstructed me from going back! Please spare me!"
"I still have a wife and children, please, YOUNG MASTER!..."
"YOUR WIFE? I WILL F*CK HER FOR YOU!"
Although the servant keeps pleading desperately, Wei Chao never spares him another glance. Getting dragged out of the room by two armored guards, his fate's unknown.
...
After a while of destroying everything, Wei Chao calmed down. He has reverted to his calm looks, just like a dashing and refined young man.
'Accordingly to what the servant's report, Qiao Qiuyue came back with another beauty?'
"Good, good, ha Ha Ha HA HA..."
Wei Chao's maniacal laughter reverberated in the ruined room, causing many to quiver.
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Early in the following day, Zhu Dingxiang wakes up feeling refreshed.
Standing next to the open window, a gentle breeze carrying the fragrance of peach blossoms caresses his face.
Yawning~
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He has to admits that sleeping in a comfortable bed and soft blanket is way better than sleeping on a rock-hard surface. Although Zhu Dingxiang's not used to the luxuriousness of this place, he still felt that it wasn't that bad.
After stretching for a while and eating the food, he bought last night for breakfast. Zhu Dingxiang starts to exercise in the spacious area around the peach tree.
Taking the Crimson Blood Axe out from his storage ring, he starts to practice swinging.
Since he doesn't have a technique or any experience with Axe or other weapons, therefore he just summoned his martial spirit, the "Divine Spiritual Tree," and practicing blindly.
When Zhu Dingxiang was first transmigrated to this world, his talent could only be said to be average at best if we were to base on the standard of the Great Sun continent.
However, due to the long time exposure and training under the "Divine Spiritual Tree," with its [Innate: Aura of enlightenment (passive)], his comprehension and learning speed were slowly improving.
The Crimson Blood Axe was very heavy, with his current strength, which is already many times more robust and stronger than the average Qi Condensation realm cultivator.
However, he still struggles to swing the Axe repeatedly.
Zhu Dingxiang smiled; he enjoyed training like this, something that he never felt before. Gripping tightly on the great Axe's handle, he closes his eyes.
He wants to get used to his weapon, and he wants to get accustomed to handling it. Because the great Axe is heavy, his advantage, which is speed, would be lost if he were to use it in battle.
Therefore, it would only be a liability unless he masters the essence of the Axe.
He keeps on swinging the Axe; the more he swings, the slower his movements became.
Just like this, Zhu Dingxiang practiced for hours. Now, if someone weren't constantly observing him. They would have thought he was just standing there, simply motionless.
However, in reality, Zhu Dingxiang is moving, albeit very slowly. For every hour he performed one swing, the sequence repeats itself.
...
The autumn wind is cold.
Standing under the blooming peach tree, Zhu Dingxiang is immersed in a mystical state.
Holding the Crimson Blood Axe, its ferocious and savage aura was in contrast to his beauty and graceful appearance. Yet, when one looks closely, this combination gives him an indescribable charm.
...
'Pain... It's excruciating.' As time passed, Zhu Dingxiang felt a wave of weakness is taking over his body. On his delicate face, there is a thick layer of sweat.
The longer he holds the Axe, the heavier it grew.
His hands and legs are shivering. There is an illusion of a colossal sacred mountain pressing against his back.
He felt as if the weight of the world is squashing down on him.
It's overwhelming, both body and spirit.
His thought was clouded, fighting to stay awake. Just like the flame of a candle vulnerable to the howling wind, it might fade any moment.
His muscle tissues were getting shredded, his veins ruptured, and then rebuilt by his robust regeneration.
'It burns badly...Why am I torturing myself like this?' Many negative thoughts began to haunt his mind.
He found it highly challenging to maintain the state of focus while feeling as if thousands of needles pricked inside his body for hours.
When the sun ascends to its highest point, Zhu Dingxiang can't endure it any longer.
Dropping down on his back, he murmuring under his weary breaths.
"I think I'm making make some progress..."
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