Chapter 78

Su Wangchuan was extremely sensitive to training progress.

After struggling for an hour, he could gain at most five points of experience—never more.

Yet he had suddenly gained three extra points. Something was clearly wrong.

And who would not want to break through faster?

Su Wangchuan immediately thought of the two hours he had spent in the real world…

His eyes lit up.

“Could it be…!”

“Training Lightfoot on Grass in the real world is also recognized by spirit realm?”

“Or is it that those bound to the game have earned recognition, allowing them to resonate with everything inside it?”

It felt as though Su Wangchuan had discovered a new continent.

If that was truly the case…

His in-game character could train for an hour until stamina was exhausted;

Then he could train for two more hours in the real world.

Would that not be seamless training? Would that not double his training efficiency?

Su Wangchuan’s spirits soared. He immediately logged out to verify.

In his room, he sprinted and fast-walked, repeatedly lifting and vaulting over obstacles.

A solid two hours passed. Su Wangchuan endured until his legs were sore and numb, and it felt as if everything in his stomach had been rapidly consumed. He did not even bother to eat. He logged back into the game, summoned the Status Panel, and checked.

With a single glance, Su Wangchuan clenched his fist in excitement.

Lightfoot on Grass, Entry-Level: 23/100.

Real-world training actually worked. He had gained five points of experience, and spirit realm had acknowledged it.

“Excellent.”

Su Wangchuan logged out and muttered to himself,

“Since real-world training also works for all kinds of martial arts and techniques, Lightfoot on Grass can be trained all day. It only takes forty hours to break through to Minor Mastery!”

He immediately revised his training plan, beginning to switch frequently between the game and the real world to raise the experience value of Lightfoot on Grass…

After two days, the experience climbed to 93/100.

Then Chen Ergou delivered good news first.

Chen Ergou had successfully made a wine-red walnut wooden bow. The bow was slightly heavy, its body smooth and rounded, its grain clear. The bowstring was taut and powerful, far superior to ordinary wooden bows and hunting bows.

Walnut Wooden Bow (White Grade): Durability 100/100;

Attack 8–10;

Usage Requirement: Strength 15;

Chen Ergou’s pinnacle masterpiece.

Su Wangchuan tried drawing it. With roughly seventy percent of his strength, he could pull it to a full moon.

Training with it would be far more comfortable than the iron-reinforced bow.

Su Wangchuan smiled.

“Ergou, you worked hard.”

“This is your reward.”

He took out two taels of silver and handed it to Chen Ergou.

Chen Ergou was overjoyed.

“Thank you, Room Master!”

Spending two days crafting a wooden bow and receiving an amount comparable to a month’s wages—of course he was ecstatic.

Su Wangchuan went to the training grounds and played with it for a while.

With ordinary arrows, the walnut wooden bow could unleash startling damage, nearly approaching the destructive power of an ordinary wooden bow paired with armor-piercing arrows.

Aside from lacking armor-piercing ability, a single arrow could still kill a wild boar.

And the walnut bow’s range truly was farther. He could shoot from one end of the training grounds to the other…

It was almost exactly a hundred paces.

At that distance, he had to hold his breath, aim carefully, and calculate the arrow’s trajectory to hit the target.

Even with Su Wangchuan’s Archery realm, he still missed occasionally—enough to show just how difficult Hundred Paces Piercing the Poplar truly was.

“The experience didn’t move.”

“So I really do need to shoot living creatures.”

“Forget it. I’ll first cultivate Lightfoot on Grass to Minor Mastery, then leave the city to level up by shooting fish. I’ll push my Strength to twenty as soon as possible and step over the threshold into the martial artist ranks.”

Su Wangchuan planned everything in detail.

After two more hours…

He finally heard the system notification.

“Ding!”

“Lightfoot on Grass has advanced from Entry-Level to ‘Minor Mastery.’ Reward: 1 point of Agility.”

He finally broke through.

Su Wangchuan felt as though a heavy burden had been lifted.

This round of cultivation had felt longer and more torturous than any he had ever experienced.

Movement techniques truly were not simple to cultivate.

He had only been able to shorten the time to under three days because he discovered the real-world training method and drastically increased his efficiency.

If it were an ordinary person, they would likely have to train for six days and six nights—or even longer.

Just as he was about to contact Brother Lin Xun and see if he could arrange a boat to go out and train Hundred Paces Piercing the Poplar, a call came in.

Su Wangchuan returned to the west wing room and logged out.

When he saw the caller ID, it was Old Li.

Old Li was calling him?

Could something have happened in Blackstone Village?

Su Wangchuan’s heart clenched as he hurriedly answered.

A low, helpless sob came from the other end.

Su Wangchuan’s heart sank with a heavy thud, an ominous premonition rising in him.

“Old Li?”

“What happened?”

“What’s going on?”

On the phone, Old Li’s voice trembled as he sobbed.

“W-wah… I’m finished…”

“My character is dead. My character is dead! Wangchuan! Am I going to die too?!”

Hearing those words, Su Wangchuan’s arm holding the phone broke out in visible goosebumps. A cold current swept through his entire body like electricity.

In that instant, he went rigid.

He did not know what to say. His face turned extremely ugly.

“W-wah…”

“I’m going to die.”

“I don’t want to die!”

“I have a wife and children.”

“If I die, what will they do?”

Old Li’s voice shook violently. He was clearly terrified.

Su Wangchuan drew a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

“How did this happen?”

“Weren’t you in the village? How did you die? Where are Brother Lin and the others? Did anything happen to them?”

He understood perfectly what a character’s death meant.

Old Li was finished.

Not only had he lost a job…

He might even lose his life.

What happened to the game character would soon manifest in his body.

But what worried Su Wangchuan even more was whether Lin Dahai and the others would end up like Old Li.

Had Tianshui Village’s tragedy repeated itself in Blackstone Village?

From the phone came Old Li’s broken, intermittent voice, describing today’s nightmare.

Early morning—everything was normal.

Everyone trained Basic Spear Technique together.

At noon, someone discovered a lone injured wild boar in the snow outside the village. Someone suggested going out to hunt it for extra income.

Captain Zhao Heiniu quickly led a team out, hunted the wild boar, and returned, saying he would treat everyone in the village to an extra meal.

But at that moment, someone arrived.

His face was covered. He claimed the boar belonged to them, and demanded the village hand it over.

Naturally, everyone refused.

A crowd of villagers and trainees jeered and mocked him, telling him to get lost.

Old Li was among them.

But—

At that moment, no one expected the man to suddenly raise his hand… then turn and leave.

Old Li said his chest began to ache. Then he discovered a throwing knife embedded in it.

His health instantly dropped to zero.

After that, Old Li did not know what happened.

He only knew he was forcibly kicked out of the game and could never log back in again. The system said his character had died, and his account had been deleted.

Afterward…

He was fired by the company.

Hearing this, Su Wangchuan felt it was almost unbelievable.

Killing someone over a single wild boar.

And Old Li had simply been the unlucky one.

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