Chapter 22: Heaven-grade Scroll

  "Hmm hmm hmm……"

  Long Tianyu ran as if he were flying, and with just a light touch of his toes on the tender grass, he could borrow strength to run. This was the power possessed by the Sword King, but Long Tianyu was even faster!

  "Haha, this feels even better than riding a convertible Benz!" Long Tianyu was indeed running with great joy and satisfaction, beaming with delight...

  "Bang!"

  A hundred-year-old tree was knocked down by a blind fool.

  "My goodness, who's so stupid to plant such a big tree in the middle of the road!" Long Tianyu was that idiot, and now he had a unicorn horn growing on his head, not to mention how good-looking it made him.

  "Dashu Village?"

  Looking at the fallen big tree, there was still a sign on it. Jiu Long Tian Yu guessed that it should be a village one or two miles away. He patted his belly and thought it would be just right to perform a "Chest Broken Big Stone" program for dinner.

  ………

  Dà Liǔ Shù Cūn

  "Hi!"

  Han Zhiyuan killed a wild wolf with one sword, and immediately five wolves surrounded him, their bright red eyes gleaming with bloodthirsty light.

  "Everyone retreat to the back quickly!"

  Han Zhiyuan stared at the wolf, shouting loudly in his mouth, and retreated after protecting the villagers.

  He is the only swordsman in the village, a third-tier earth-attribute swordsman! Relatively speaking, ordinary beasts are not his opponents at all, but just now, more than 100 wild wolves suddenly rushed into the village, led by a fourth-tier demon wolf king, slaughtering villagers.

  Although there were many strong men in the village, they were all unprepared and nearly half of the villagers died under the wolf's claws.

  With the low-ranking martial skill "Heavy Sword Slash", Han Zhiyuan had already killed seven or eight ferocious wolves, and with the help of the village chief, he retreated the remaining villagers to the back.

  But now, his aura has reached its limit. A third-stage swordsman can't exert much power with just physical strength alone.

  "Retreat! Fall back quickly!"

  The nearly sixty-year-old old village chief shouted from behind, he couldn't help, the remaining young men were all injured, and they didn't even have the strength to hold their weapons.

  Han was determined not to retreat, the key was that in front of him was a pack of wolves staring at him with piercing eyes, if he made any move, he would be pounced on and killed by the pack.

  "Look out! Watch your left!"

  A flash of blue light, and the Wolf King appeared on Han Zhiyuan's left side, his sharp wolf claws inches from Han Zhiyuan's neck!

  "Ah!"

  Han Zhi Yuan's conditioned reflex, full force upward sword lift, then body downward dodge avoidance.

  Years of hunting had given him a flexible body, if he fell down like this, the wolf pack would pounce on him.

  With a mighty blow of his left palm on the ground, he exerted himself upwards, propping up his body, and his eyes searched for the Wolf King.

  "Ah!"

  The Wolf King missed a hit and fell to the ground, with a flash of lightning pouncing on him, biting down on Han's right calf.

  "Damn it! Go die!"

  Han's determination was unwavering, and with a fierce cry, he charged forward, his sword flashing in the dim light. Despite the intense pain, he managed to muster the strength to strike at the Wolf King, but to the beast's eyes, his speed seemed almost... sluggish.

  The wolf's tail twitched and with a "whooshing" sound, the giant sword in Han Zhiyuan's hand flew out five meters away.

  On the side, three wild wolves have leaped over, and Han Zhiyuan's last struggle turned his body to dodge.

  His chest and arm were scratched by the wolf, bleeding profusely. He was so cold that his eyes had become dull and he had no strength left. He wanted to sleep, and fell asleep just like that.

  The villagers who had fled in all directions closed their eyes, and the pack of wolves pounced on Han Zhiyuan, who had fainted to the ground.

  ……………

  Still in Dayang Village.

  "Zi He! Zi He!" Han Zhiyuan woke up from his coma, opened his eyes and found himself in a room that looked just like his own home.

  Long Tianyu ate the steaming corn and said, "I'm telling you, Uncle Han, can't you calm down for a bit? You keep shouting your daughter Zihuo's name, it's impossible for me to concentrate! Although I've heard that your daughter is a great beauty, yeah, her name isn't bad either. But I just can't imagine, with an injury like this and such a dry mouth, why are you still able to shout so loudly?"

  Han Zhidi, who was tied up like a mummy, turned his head and saw that there was a handsome young man sitting by the bed, about sixteen years old, with a broken sword on his back.

  "Who are you?"

  "Han Shu, I'm called Autumn Wind, and of course you can also call me your lifesaver!"

  Long Tianyu didn't even wash his hands, which still had wolf blood on them. He couldn't be bothered to care, so he grabbed an ear of corn and ate it. It had been three months since he'd eaten anything. Although the Sword King could go half a year without eating, water was something that had to be drunk.

  "Benefactor, was it you who saved me? Did you take care of those wolves?" Han Zhiyuan couldn't believe that such a young man could actually handle so many wolves, something even a swordmaster couldn't accomplish.

  "Hmm! Uncle Han, I have to say that the corn in your village is the most fragrant and tender I've ever had."

  "Junior hero, how are the villagers now?"

  Long Tianyu picked up another corn and said while gnawing: "They are dealing with wolf meat! I'm a bit tired, let me rest in your house for a while."

  "You're so awesome!"

  Many talented young people had come to the village of Dà Liǔ Shù before, but they were at most just swordsmen, and extremely arrogant, with noses that seemed to reach the sky. When they came to the village of Dà Liǔ Shù, they would eat and drink well, unlike Lóng Tiān Yǔ, who was satisfied with simple corn.

  However, Long Tianyu was indeed a bit tired at this time, and his magic had already reached the bottom, requiring a night of meditation to recover.

  He smelled the smell of blood on the road and accelerated his pace. When he arrived, it was just in time to see Han Zhiyuan fall down.

  He then leaped over with great force, using the "War Trample" to stun all the wolves within a 50 square meter radius. Following the principle of "catching the thief by catching the king", he used the "Wind Lock" to trap the Wolf King, splitting it in two with one sword strike. He then charged into the wolf pack with elegance, killing them mercilessly, and eighty percent of the wolves did not escape Dragon Tianyu's clutches because he was too fast!

  "Great kindness from a young hero, gratitude is hard to express!"

  Seeing Long Tianyu's bloody clothes, he could imagine how intense the battle was.

  "Old Han, you should let your daughter marry me!"

  “……”

  "Haha, Uncle Han, I was just joking! You take a good rest and you might be fine by tomorrow!"

  Han closed his eyes and rested quietly. His daughter was studying at the Imperial Spirit Heaven Martial Academy, and if he could find someone like Long Tianyu for her, he would be very satisfied.

  Long Tianyu ate his fill and walked out of Han Zhiyuan's home, surrounded by villagers who looked at him like a god. Especially the village girls, who secretly sent him flirtatious glances.

  "If you don't look carefully, it's astonishing when you take a closer look. The village has such beautiful girls, either as lovely as flowers or as elegant as jade, and there's also Feng Jie!"

  Long Tianyu returned to Han Dazhi's house like a frightened mouse, and Han Zhiyuan was already asleep, just in time for Long Tianyu to quietly recover his magic.

  Early in the morning, a warm ray of sunlight shot through the roof. It has to be said that Dayu Village is extremely poor. Although they live at the foot of the mountain, without great strength, even if there are good things on the mountain, they dare not go.

  "Uncle Han, you're awake?"

  Long Tianyu closed his eyes, but he had already sensed the distant awakening of Han Zhiyuan.

  "Autumn wind is sparse, Han Mou's hospitality is not thorough, please don't take offense." Han Zhiyuan moved his body and felt strange, "I suffered such a serious injury, why now only the place where a piece of meat was bitten off on my right leg is still painful, other places even have no feeling!"

  How could Han Zhiyuan have known that last night, Long Tianyu had cast a "Holy Light" spell on him. This move was enough to restore the Sword King's vitality, let alone his own as a small swordsman. However, although the new flesh growing on his legs couldn't take effect in the short term, it accelerated his recovery speed.

  Long Tianyu's face was filled with worry, if he hadn't prepared extra corn to eat on the road today, he would have fled last night. Han Zhiyuan had no idea how proactive the village girls were. Although Long Tianyu said he wanted to be quiet, in the middle of the night, there were still groups of girls peeking through the window, almost scaring out his heart disease.

  "Autumn wind, I'd like to ask a favor of you." Han Zhiyuan hesitated for half a day before finally saying it out loud.

  "Han Shu said, if I can help you with it, I'll make an exception, otherwise I'll just reject it directly!" Although Long Tianyu's words were straightforward, this sentence made Han Zhiyuan feel at ease.

  "Autumn wind young hero, your martial arts skills are exceptional and you're so young and handsome. In my humble opinion, you should be the son of a noble family, out to gain experience!"

  "Alright then!"

  Han Zhiyuan's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he hastily asked: "Is Autumn Wind Xia a member of the Tianlong Empire's aristocratic family?"

  "Hmm!"

  "Too good!"

  "What's too good?" Long Tianyu looked at Han Zhiyuan lying on the stone bed, feeling a sense of being invited into a trap.

  "Junior hero, our village of Daliu belongs to the border of the Tianlong Empire, but it is also a village in the empire. Every year, a magician from the empire will come to the village to select excellent magic or Dou Qi talents for further study in the empire."

  "Mmm!" Long Tianyu nodded, this point he knew that the empire was plagued by war and talent was scarce. Such policies were extended to every corner, but it was very unfair to the common people that those who were selected as talents had to go to one of the two imperial academies for further study.

  "Five years ago, the daughter of the family next door and my daughter, Han Zihuo, were favored by the great magician, saying that they were geniuses among geniuses, and went to the Imperial Lingtian Magic Martial Academy for further study."

  "That's good?" Long Tianyu looked at Han Zhiyuan's face, with tears in the corners of his eyes, and asked in a questioning tone.

  "In the first three years, I also thought so. Every year, my daughter would come back to see me and bring many good things for our fellow villagers. However, in the past two years, my daughter hasn't returned. Not long ago, the daughter of a neighbor opposite mine came back and told me that my Zihua is favored by some young masters from the imperial family because of her exceptional beauty and talent. Although she's relatively safe within the Lingtian Magic Martial Academy, once she steps out of the academy or goes to places with fewer people, those biased young masters will surely make a move on her. She's a rare talent, elegant and refined, with an extraordinary appearance."

  "Hmm!" Those kids are like that, not learning or doing anything all day, either they're hooligans or good-for-nothings! Dragon Tianyu said, feeling wrong and secretly regretting it, "I'm also an imperial prince! How did I scold myself?"

  "I think Autumn Wind Xia is definitely the son of a great hero of the Empire."

  "That's it! That's it!" Long Tianyu never minded boasting about himself.

  "So, I was thinking of troubling Autumn Breeze Xiao to take care of Little Girl in the Empire and help her find a reliable support quickly."

  "Hey uncle, do you think I'm successful?" Long Tianyu said with a cheeky face, anyway, it's a beauty, and he never gets tired of beauties.

  "This... depends on what my little girl thinks herself, I quite admire Young Master!"

  "Hey, Uncle Han you also know, if I spend time helping your daughter, but..."

  Long Tianyu didn't rush to speak, because based on his experience of mixing around on Earth back then, when asking someone for a favor, there would always be benefits. He muttered to himself: "If your daughter doesn't mix with me, at least you should give me some good stuff."

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, just as Long Tianyu had anticipated.

  "Autumn Wind Xiao Xia, if you're willing to help the little girl! I'm willing to give you our ancestral martial arts scroll!"

  "Oh? What's a Battle Technique Scroll?" When it came to good things, Long Tianyu had never been polite.

  "Descend to the lower heavens!"