Throne of Seals: White Tiger's Power Lock, I am the God of War

Chapter 3: First Clues, The Sword God of Light
The tavern gradually became lively, with soldiers at the next table discussing their training that day.

Occasionally, glances would sweep over their table with curiosity, but no one dared to approach and disturb them.

As I frantically tore at the cow bones, I suddenly seemed to remember something and laughed, "Back when I first entered the Warrior's Temple, the first time I ate Dragon Blood Beef, it was nothing like what you two are like now. You ate it like you were starving ghosts reincarnated."

Wang Yuanyuan was so amused that she almost choked, and wiped the oil from the corner of her mouth with a tissue.

Feng Yao silently took a sip of the Zhanxue Shao in his bowl. As the spicy liquid slid down his throat, he suddenly felt his tense nerves relax a little.

Ren Wo Kuang used a bone knife to chop open the steaming beef bones, and the marrow oil dripped down the blade into the ceramic plate, gleaming with an amber light under the lamp.

The next moment, he used the tip of his knife to pick up half a piece of beef tendon and handed it to Feng Yao: "Try this stuff. My master said that eating it can strengthen your muscles and bones."

"Although it all seems like nonsense now, the taste was indeed not bad."

"Okay." Feng Yao took the beef tendon.

Wang Yuanyuan was drinking meat soup from a rough porcelain bowl when she suddenly pointed to the copper pot on the next table: "Uncle Ren, are they eating scorpion hot pot?"

"This little girl has good eyesight."

Ren gulped down a mouthful of strong liquor, swallowing with his Adam's apple bobbing. "That's a third-tier poisonous scorpion. It needs to be marinated in battle blood for three hours to remove the poison."

"However, you two can't eat it yet, your spiritual power can't withstand the scorpion venom."

As he spoke, Ren Wokuang suddenly tapped the rim of Feng Yao's bowl with the tip of his knife. "Kid, stop looking so serious. Try this wine."

"It's brewed with the essence and blood of magical beasts; drinking it can stabilize your meridians."

Feng Yao took a sip of the deep purple wine. His tongue first tasted a rusty, fishy flavor, and then a warm current slid down his throat into his dantian. His meridians, which had been somewhat sluggish due to the awakening, were relieved quite a bit.

Watching Ren Wokuang eat so heartily, he suddenly remembered the last New Year's Eve dinner he ate at the orphanage before he transmigrated.

It was the same greasy, meaty food, but it was nowhere near as warm as it was now.

Wang Yuanyuan, gnawing on a beef rib, suddenly pointed out the window: "Look!"

Suddenly, the magic lanterns outside the tavern flickered, and a group of knights clad in silver armor rode by, their sun emblems shimmering in the night.

Ren Wokuang wiped his mouth and said casually, "They're from the Knights' Temple. They were probably attracted by the noise of the awakening."

Feng Yao put down his wine bowl, the silver supernatural lock faintly visible on his sleeve.

"Uncle Ren, please remember to tell Old Man Qiu and Old Man Luo about my matter. Otherwise, the things I asked for will not be delivered indefinitely."

Feng Yao thought for a moment and then spoke to Ren Wokuang.

Old Man Qiu is none other than Qiu Yonghao, the current temple master of the Warrior Temple in the original work.

The other one is the deputy hall master.

It didn't matter before, but from now on he can no longer limit himself to physical cultivation, so he still needs to ask others for necessary auxiliary and amplification items.

His parents had a good relationship with these two people, so they naturally had no qualms about asking for things.

“Okay, I’ll go over there later.” Ren Wokuang nodded.

Soon, the three finished their meal. Feng Yao took Wang Yuanyuan back to their residence to continue their cultivation, while Ren Wokuang went to complete the tasks assigned to him.

Feng Yao and Wang Yuanyuan returned to the training room of the Warrior Temple.

In the stone-paved corridor, the magic wall lamps cast dappled shadows, making the two figures appear long and thin.

Wang Yuanyuan touched her slightly bulging belly and suddenly grabbed Feng Yao's sleeve: "Hey, what do you think the people from the Knight Temple are here for? It's not like they're after your innate spiritual power, is it?"

Feng Yao stopped in his tracks, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the white tiger's power lock. "They'll find out sooner or later."

Feng Yao pushed open the door, and light shone through the narrow window onto the stool. "If you practice basic combat skills with me, I will help you raise your external spiritual power to two hundred."

"Oh!"

At the same time, Ren Wo Kuang stepped into the core area of ​​the Warrior's Temple.

In the center of the hall, a statue stands quietly.

Upon seeing it, Ren Wo Kuang couldn't help but stop and respectfully gave the statue a standard warrior's salute.

Above the statue's head is a plaque with four large characters: "A Sword That Lasts a Thousand Years".

That's right, this is the statue of the Sword God of Light, Nightless!

It can be said that Ye Wushang is the most brilliant and talented person to have appeared in the Warrior Temple and even the six temples over the past few centuries.

He is also the strongest figure since the founding of the Warrior Temple who has the best chance of leading it to become the head of the six great temples.

However, this is not a pity, but rather the most glorious.

To die on the battlefield is the greatest honor for a soldier!

Without dwelling on the past, I stopped in front of a stone house covered with battle runes, as if I knew the place well.

The sound of the brass ring knocking on the door was exceptionally clear in the quiet hall.

"Come in," came the aged voice from inside the house.

Ren Wokuang pushed the door open and entered. He saw Qiu Yonghao, with his white hair and beard, strategizing the battle on the sand table, while the deputy hall master Luo Qianshan was wiping an ancient heavy sword next to him.

"Old Ren," Qiu Yonghao said without looking up, "what was the result of Feng Xiaozi's awakening?"

"Ninety-nine." Ren Wokuang slammed his hand on the table, causing the miniature puppets on the sand table to tremble. "Ninety-nine innate spiritual power, and also awakened the white tiger phantom and a set of armor."

Luo Qianshan abruptly stopped wiping his longsword, the moonlight reflecting off the blade shattering into silver foil in his pupils: "Ninety-nine? Even Senior Ye Wushang was only in his nineties back then..."

Qiu Yonghao put down his baton, and for the first time, a look of emotion appeared on his deeply wrinkled face.

He took out a jade slip engraved with battle patterns from his pocket: "Give this to him. It's the resource vault of the Warrior's Temple. He can use it at will."

Ren Wokuang held the jade slip up to the candlelight and suddenly grinned, "Old Qiu, you're being so generous, it's not like you at all."

Qiu Yonghao grabbed the baton from the table and swung it at me. Ren Wokuang dodged it, and the jade slip spun between his fingers: "Hey, why are you so excited? I was just saying."

Luo Qianshan sheathed his sword, a rare smile curving his lips: "Ninety-nine innate spiritual power is unparalleled since the founding of the six great temples. Our Warrior Temple will naturally do everything in its power to help it grow rapidly."

"But speaking of which, what's with that armor?"

Ren Wokuang waved his hand dismissively: "Who cares what it is! Anyway, my Mad Battle Hall is about to produce its second ninth-tier War God! Once that kid Feng twists the Demon God Emperor's head off, I'm going to throw a three-day feast at the tavern!"

He shook his head and walked towards the door, but just as he reached the door frame, he suddenly remembered something: "Old Qiu, that kid also said he needed some auxiliary props. Hurry up and send him that pile of 'junk' in the warehouse."

"Don't be as stingy as you. Back when I wanted a pair of Dragon Scale Bracers, you made me grind military merits for three months straight!"

Qiu Yonghao was so angry that he was fuming, but Luo Qianshan laughed out loud: "Ren Wo Kuang, do you want to tell Feng Xiaozi about how you smashed the merit list back then?"

Ren Wokuang's roar came from outside the door: "That's all ancient history! I'm the leader of the Berserker Hall now!"

Heavy footsteps echoed down the corridor. Qiu Yonghao looked at the black chess piece representing the demon race on the sand table and suddenly sighed.
"I hope this child can go further than his older brother."

(End of this chapter)