Half a month later.
In the woods near River Valley Town.
The morning wind, carrying a thread of chill, brushed past. Oak branches swayed, and lush green leaves rubbed and knocked against one another, making a soft rustling sound.
A leaf drifted down, spinning and floating through the air.
Hiss—
A black-brown gleam burst out from somewhere beneath the tree, vanishing almost as soon as it appeared.
Extremely precise!
The falling leaf, drifting unpredictably under the pull of invisible currents, had still been twirling through the air a moment before.
The next, it was pinned straight to the rough tree trunk by a warm yet sharp sword tip.
"Crash!"
The powerful force transmitted through the blade made the towering oak seem as though it had suffered a heavy blow.
The trunk shuddered violently, shaking loose countless fallen leaves.
With a firm pull, Xia Nan drew the sword tip out of the tree trunk.
He casually flicked out a sword flourish, then slid the Wooden Sword into the scabbard behind him.
At present, fifteen days had already passed since he had finished his task and returned to River Valley Town.
To a certain extent, these days had practically been the easiest and most pleasant stretch of time since he transmigrated into this world.
When he slept, he did not have to worry about green-skinned rats popping out from who knew where and smashing his head in with Wooden Sticks;
When he walked, he did not have to be afraid of whether he would suddenly turn into a stone statue.
He ate and drank at the inn every day. It was not as if every meal was a feast, but it was still far more comfortable than living out in the wild on his own.
Of course, he had not retired yet,