Manor Lord, A Peerless Expert

Boom!!

As the phantom image appeared, all the blacksmiths in the towers felt immense pressure.

It was as if a storm, surging and oppressive, from the natural atmosphere of the earth, was bearing down on them, the very heavens and earth in the entire atmosphere pressing in.

Amidst the howling winds, they felt as if their respiratory tracts were stuck, making them intensely suffocated. Many clutched their throats, feeling a violent urge to vomit.

"My..."

Su Yu Niang also felt her eyeballs bulging under the pressure, crisscrossed with fine, dense blood vessels, as if the immense intraocular pressure would squeeze them into pulp, about to burst at any second.

This entrance??

Su Yu Niang couldn't help but exclaim, "Awesome."

The realism of the game's five senses had once again shattered her understanding.

If before it was merely mimicking humanity's existing senses – smell, taste, hearing, sight...

She had only felt amazed, that it was something she could eat and play with.

But now, this was no longer mimicking human senses; it was technology that surpassed them.

This kind of oppressive feeling simply didn't exist in reality.

They had created a sixth sense that humans had never experienced before.

This was more than 100% realistic simulation technology?

This was 120% realism!

Su Yu Niang was speechless for a long time.

This was truly a display of skill.

Others were so shocked they were also speechless, in a very literal sense.

So, some began communicating via private messages: "My esophagus is stuck, I can't breathe!"

"My eyeballs are about to explode, how did they achieve this pressure? It's incredible, so shocking."

"Holding a bow and arrow, this must be the Manor Lord appearing. Is the pressure of their arrival that strong?"

As everyone was discussing, the God of Cookery said, "I understand, I understand how it's done. The technicians might not get it, but I, a special-grade chef, do."

Everyone was shocked: "Then how did they create this pressure? What's the principle?"

The God of Cookery replied, "It's very simple. They used existing food sensations. Like sticking glutinous rice cakes to your throat, or smearing chili peppers on your eyeballs. Doesn't that sound familiar?"

???

The other blacksmiths' eyes widened on the spot, unsure how to respond.

Such a grand and imposing presence, and after passing through your mouth, it became...

In their imagined scene:

An ancient emperor, who had swept through all eternity, appeared. As the high-level pressure manifested, technicians behind the scenes were secretly manipulating their senses, smearing chili peppers and applying glutinous rice cakes. They couldn't bear to look at the scene anymore.

They wanted to cry.

Give me back the eyes that haven't seen this passage.

But Su Yu Niang brought the conversation back to everyone, explaining:

"Everyone, this is a strong pressure from within the bloodline. Of course, it can exert such intense pressure because we are mortals."

"Of course not, not everyone has this kind of imposing aura."

Su Yu Niang had received basic cultivation knowledge from the old steward.

If it came from a demonic beast, it would signify an extremely high-tier bloodline, like a Dragon or Phoenix, beings that humans in ancient times revered and depicted in totems.

If it came from a cultivator, then that cultivator's spiritual root must be an extremely rare, exotic type, an ancient treasure.

What people commonly called a Heavenly Spiritual Root!

They were no less than the young of Dragon or Phoenix bloodlines, with unbelievably exaggerated growth potential, and were the main force for humans to fight against such foreign races, the pillars of the Human race!

And the one before them.

Absorbing the characteristics of light, it was likely an extremely rare exotic spiritual root outside the five elements, a Shadow Heavenly Spiritual Root.

This was certainly not because she was particularly brilliant or knowledgeable; it was basic cultivation common sense.

The characteristics of spells used by ordinary cultivators were very obvious.

For example, if you used wood element spells, they would be full of vitality, and others would naturally recognize it as a wood spiritual root at a glance.

Su Yu Niang murmured in a deep voice, "Our Manor Lord, the grade of his spiritual root is likely one in a million across the entire land."

Her eyes gradually lit up, "In the future, when we forge and sell weapons, even if we forge divine weapons and sharp tools, we won't fear being targeted due to our treasures. We'll be completely unfazed because the Manor Lord has our back!"

"Are you thinking too far ahead? We haven't even taken down the low-level crows yet, and you're already thinking about forging high-tier divine weapons?"

Jiu Cai Rong, too lazy to deal with their frivolous talk, transmitted with a serious expression: "Shoot arrows, this is clearly our Manor Lord providing support. It's a classic battlefield NPC assistance."

"All teams, pay attention. The crows' attention is drawn now, this is our opportunity. Find a time to sneak out through the underground passage and go to the surface to retrieve arrows and crow corpses!"

A large number of arrows fell to the ground outside, sticking into corpses.

If not now, then when to take advantage and collect them?

Everyone was just a little surprised, but not shocked.

When they couldn't hold on any longer, triggering an NPC's temporary assistance was a common occurrence.

On the other side.

The Sword Forging Manor Lord, whom everyone had praised to the skies, was changing positions on the mountainside without any regard for his image.

He carried a bow and arrows, his body covered in forest camouflage, dressed like a commoner.

His movements, to outsiders, looked somewhat sneaky as he tried to find a new spot to set up his ambush, hoping to see if he could get another score.

From the perspective of a hundred eyes, he froze and secretly frowned.

What were they talking about?

No seriousness at all.

At this moment.

While everyone was chatting, those phantom figures, like war gods awakening from the shadows, raised their bows and shot an arrow in unison.

A crow suddenly fell to the ground.

A new phantom figure holding a bow stood up, instinctively shooting an arrow. The arrows flew out in a vast wave, their numbers growing at an unbelievable speed.

It was like a snowball effect!

This snowball was getting more and more terrifying!

The crows attacking from various shooting holes were cleared. Those phantom figures, with their archery skills far surpassing theirs, accurately shot down the crows one by one.

New phantom figures generated on the ground, landed, generated, and shot arrows. This rapid cycle caused some blacksmiths to shout wildly.

This chapter was revised, and the chapter comments might be confusing.