Flushh
A light shower poured down consistently from the heavens,
Steady impacting Puden, wearing it down one drop at time.
The fresh breeze of spring blended into the faint mist that condensation on the peak of qingman mountain making everyone no matter noble or commoner take a deep breath in relaxation.
"You're useless! Do you want me to do your work for you?! "Do you think I hired you for nothing?!"
Deep in qingman mountain, in the humble city of Puden a man wearing an exquisite pair of glasses is shouting,
His voice, loud and sonorous exerted an unimaginable pressure to the servant clerk infront of him.
But despite his inner fear the clerk retains his composure with great effort.
"No sir this matter involves the aristocratic family, I am not certain how they will react to this matter so I came to you for advice."
Beads of sweat dripped down the clerk's forehead, an attest to the great fear he felt, but thankfully it was
camouflaged by the raindrops that littered his face.
"What Aristocratic family? Our influence in Puden city are still needed by them, even if we killed a few of their treasured genuises, they can only swallow it bitterly in consideration of the bigger picture."
The man in glasses said, overflowing with a dominant aura.
But this really made one wonder, who within the bounds of qingman mountain could talk presumptuously about the aristocratic family and boast so loudly?
"You're absolutely right city lord Yang!" The clerk servant flattered in a timely manner not bothering to hide his obsequiousness, after all which normal human would not treat the city lord with respect after they heard his name.
City lord Yang Di
A vicious, cruel and manipulating man who stepped on countless of corpses to ascend to his position as city lord.
Some of the unconfirmed rumours spread about him say he found the inheritance of the long lost demonic way to sacrifice your soul to the moon and become a devil.
Only with such a man could the current Puden city give birth to a strength that even the aristocratic family are wary of.
So it was expected that in front of such a man he had to act obediently and obsequiously.
"Sorry for disturbing you, You're absolutely right, The aristocratic family is nothing with you behind us."
But although he said that out loud he knew in his heart, whether the current city lord or the Lu Aristocratic family, him a small warrior in the ninth-stage of transforming vitality couldn't afford to offend either of them.
Yangdi naturally saw the little thoughts of his clerical servant but that didn't anger him in the slightest, he only felt a mild sense of disappointment and a great feeling of boredom.
The heart of the mediocre will always be simple.
As long as their hearts were captivated by benefits and kept in check by fear they could never escape his grasp.
"Forget it I'll handle the case myself." Yangdi sighed as he stood up..
"Oh and replace my bathwater now I don't want any delay like last time.."
"Yes lord Yang!."
...…
"Harder! Harder!!"
"Common if you don't finish forging the metal before it solidifies you're gonna end up with scrap metal so hurry up"
Maruim shouted, his face full of urgency.
"I really can't hit any harder, I'm using all my strength but it just isn't budging"
"You have the strength to talk to me, that means you're not putting enough effort, hit harder."
The banter between master resounded through the forge within the peak hours of the sun's rising.
"Do you see what you've done, you've wasted a piece of ore worth a month of agonising work from a mortal family."
"Then why are you letting me use such precious ores to practice?" Sol quipped.
It had been a few weeks since he became a warrior and during this time Maruim had been training him in the body refinement technique he previously sold to him.
"I let you practice with the ores so you could help me make money not lose it!! Alas maybe I shouldn't have given you the momentum dragon art to practice, your physical talent is too poor."
Sol ignored Maruim he knew this had nothing to do with talent, the momentum dragon technique was a refinement art that adapted the practitioner to accepting and generating momentum.
The first step of the art required one gain understanding of momentum by using the flesh to feel the force of momentum.
So when feeling momentum it was especially important to relax the body and not resist the external momentum or else the practice would end in vain.
That was why he couldn't forge the piece of metal ore; It wasn't because Sol had weak physical strength but he didn't dare to use his full force because the full force would be reflected and directly impact the interior of his body.
So it was better to take the steady way, slowly analysing and adapting to momentum.
It was in this way that the past few weeks had passed.
Ring ding
Ring ding
Ring ding
Bang
The bell on Maruim's door rang a total of three times before the people at the door took the liberty to break in.
Who could it be
Sol wondered as he opened his eyes, ending the session of deep contemplation and reflection he had after every period of training.
"Everyone in the building get out now, get out this instance, City lord's orders." A light–hearted voice full of ridicule fell into Sol's ears, answering his previous inquiry.
"The city officials? They should be here for you Sol."
Maruim muttered under his breath.
"What?"
Sol looked at Maruim in suspicion.
"Don't look at me in suspicion, it has been the law since the city lord came into office, that every warrior that appears in Puden city must be registered and sent through a series of tests before they can be live as a normal civilian."
"But it's unexpected they came so early, have you gotten in any trouble as of recent?"