What do you mean by "the game editor has also traveled through time"?

Trusting Song Wen, Xu Shimo listened to the whole thing.

I heard Master Zhang talk about the Fifth Master, Black Wind Stronghold, and Master Chen.

Looking at it this way, Master Chen is really amazing.

A person's name, a tree's shadow.

He had only borrowed a vague connection to escape this calamity—those three bandits were cannon fodder, but how could someone who could become the fifth leader be an ordinary person? How could he, with his meager Qi and Blood Level 1, possibly be a match for them?

"If only I could inherit my number one account in the world if I were to transmigrate here..." Xu Shimo Bu Dubo thought unrealistically.

Old Master Zhang's face was almost completely filled with tears. He felt he shouldn't have come, so he looked at Song Wen:

"Song Wen, say something!"

"Even if you have grievances, I'm still your third uncle. Please say something for me."

"No need, I've always trusted Mr. Zhang."

Xu Shimo put down the knife he was carrying. After receiving Song Wen's affirmative reply, he finally relaxed his other hand, which he had been secretly gathering power for, as he was preparing to unleash the Black Wind Palm. "Excuse me."

Unfortunately, he couldn't be a mountain king anymore.

"Young Master Xu, our Zhang family would like to present you with a wild ginseng root to congratulate you on your success in martial arts." Master Zhang's heart was bleeding; his house had been robbed twice.

Actually, not being a mountain king isn't so bad, Xu Shimo thought.

"..."

The villagers breathed a sigh of relief, but they were still uneasy.

The remaining one or two taels of silver that had been looted from the bandits were returned by Zhang Fengshui, along with a freshly killed chicken and some game meat.

After a moment of surprise, Xu Shimo understood what was going on and accepted the item.

If we don't accept it, the villagers won't feel at ease.

I wonder if I am an outsider, an outsider of unknown origin, let alone a person who has returned to the Dao.

And similarly, this world is the same to me.

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Winter days are always short, and night falls quickly.

The bright moon hangs in the sky, while the ground is covered in a blanket of white snow.

A black wind suddenly rose in the courtyard.

Xu Shimo cooked all the meat without much hesitation, and also mixed in the deer antler and wild ginseng.

【Technique: Black Wind Palm - Mastery (+)】

At this point, the "+" had turned purplish-red, and Xu Shimo had a guess in his mind. This probably meant that it could be pushed to a higher level.

As soon as [Stealing Heaven's Secrets] was activated, the familiar sense of crisis descended once again. In just an instant, the hairs on Xu Shimo's body stood on end.

An inexplicable sense of vigilance was constantly stimulating his cerebral cortex, as well as every muscle in his body, causing him to continuously strike with his palms.

By circulating his energy and strength, the flow of Qi and blood within his body became increasingly efficient. At the same time, the energy in his abdomen was constantly being transformed into part of the Qi and blood, and white vapor began to emanate from Xu Shimo's body.

Sink your shoulders, raise your elbows, and extend your palms in one smooth motion, creating a gust of wind beneath your palms.

At the same time, they became more and more skilled, and consumed less and less energy.

Xu Shimo even knows how much force he needs to exert to achieve the desired effect. If the situation today were to occur again, he would definitely not push himself to exhaustion.

Gradually, the movements became more and more fluid, almost forming muscle memory.

At first glance, it seems unremarkable, but it can be completed in an instant, and the palm strike is already out in the blink of an eye, with the palm force flowing freely from the palm and fingertips.

The energy in his abdomen washed away the soreness in his muscles. Xu Shimo opened his eyes and felt that his Black Wind Palm seemed unchanged, yet everything seemed to have changed.

[Black Wind Palm - Perfection]

There was only one problem—the house was completely bare.

The family was destitute in every sense of the word. The meat and medicine they had just received were all gone, leaving them with only two cold taels of silver.

But it was all worth it.

boom!

A black wind suddenly arose, whipping up clumps of flying snow.

Xu Shimo felt that his control over his palm power had reached a superb level, and at the same time, his internal energy and blood had also increased. Although he was not yet at the second level, he had already made great progress.

The first level of Qi and Blood is called Blood Clotting, which is the initial contact with power and a sign that distinguishes one from ordinary people. With sufficient nutritional supplementation, even haphazard training may lead to this level.

Conversely, this is also one of the reasons why, apart from the limitations of the cultivation method, no one in the entire Zhangjia Village has reached this level.

As for the dual aspects of Qi and Blood, it is called Warming the Meridians. Although Qi and Blood still serve as the guide, this power is more about integrating into the muscles and filling the meridians.

Xu Shimo's body is already showing signs of this, and with a little nurturing, it will soon be successful.

However, the resources for this "nurturing"... just thinking about it made Xu Shimo feel a pang of heartache.

That meal I just had probably cost me five taels of silver or more.

Such expenses are really hard for an average family to bear, let alone someone like Xu Shimo who has no family. He stared blankly at the two taels of silver in his hand.

Hopefully, Lin Chatou's swordsmanship won't encounter any unexpected problems tomorrow... Xu Shimo could only pray that way, otherwise he would have to use the two taels of silver to exchange for the "Red Water Fist".

"Young Master Xu, have you rested?"

A gentle voice rang out.

At the same time, the old door emitted a sound like aching joints as it was knocked on.

Xu Shimo opened the door, and the person who came in was dressed in a brown cloth shirt, shivering in the wind and snow. The hazy night covered her wheat-colored skin, making her features appear delicate and gentle, a beauty in the making.

This is Zhang Xiaowu's youngest daughter.

During his time in Zhangjia Village, Xu Shimo even learned hunting from Zhang Xiaowu.

"Oh, it's Wanwan. It's so late..."

Before she could finish speaking, Zhang Wan suddenly knelt down: "Young Master Xu, save me!"

"What's wrong? Get up and talk."

With Xu Shimo's current strength, it would be easy for him to forcibly pull up a skinny girl of about ten years old.

At this moment, Zhang Wan's eyes were already filled with tears, and her voice was choked with sobs:

"Young Master Xu, my...my father wants to marry me off to a distant relative of Master Huang."

Upon hearing this, Xu Shimo fell silent.

Marriage is something outsiders shouldn't interfere with. If he weren't in the world of "Ascension," and if he were still as innocent as he was at eighteen, he would definitely shout about love, sincerity, and affection.

Unfortunately not.

As an outsider, it's not appropriate for him to comment.

Seeing Xu Shimo's expression, Zhang Wan understood what was going on and her heart sank. "Young Master Xu, you may not know this, but the marriage that Master Huang arranged... Sister Ping is one of them. She also married a distant relative of Master Huang, but after she got married, we never heard from her again. Uncle Shui went to look for her once, and the family said that she was accidentally dragged away by a water monkey while washing clothes by the water."

"The Uncle Shui you're talking about, is it Zhang Fengshui?"

"Yes, she is Douzi's eldest sister."

Xu Shimo fell silent. Zhang Fengshui was a very opinionated person; he must have sensed something fishy.

The Huang family is either too cruel, oppressing the villagers, or they have other motives.

Anyway, the Huang family has already been offended, so if anything really happens...

He had an idea in mind.

Before Xu Shimo could even speak, Zhang Wan's body went limp, and she almost lunged forward, her eyes brimming with tears, a pitiful sight in the snowy light.

"Young Master Xu, do you want a wife? I'm willing to marry you, even as a concubine!"

"..."