Time flew, and soon the end of the month arrived.
For the past dozen days, Sika had followed Chen Feng's routine: get up early for a hundred-kilometer morning run, then carry water, chop wood, and farm for people until he had done ten good deeds. After lunch came swordsmanship and spell training. Once he finally finished, the sun would set, and he had to head to the haunted Grave Mound for a spirited exchange of blows with Skeleton Soldiers.
Throughout it all, the slightest slacking earned him a hundred lashes from proficiency.
Seeing the man she loved suffer so much broke Xiaomei's heart. She went to plead with Chen Feng, but he shut her down with a single sentence every time.
"Sister-in-law, it's almost the end of the month. You don't want to see Sika slapped to death by the Bear King, do you?"
"But, big brother..."
Xiaomei felt that if this training continued, Sika might not live long enough to meet the Bear King.
Sika himself, however, didn't mind at all. "Big brother is my best friend. He wouldn't hurt me."
Although seeing Sika's blessing had convinced Chen Feng that he absolutely had to befriend him, the speed at which their friendship developed still surprised him a little. "Have you never had friends before?"
Sika said he had made a few friends before, but they had stopped coming around.
As he spoke, Sika picked up the Shovel and started digging again. This kid really was something else. Even exhausted like this, he never skipped his three daily traps.
No wonder he had obtained a world-class, unique blessing.
Chen Feng had only seen four other people with blessings of this priority and uniqueness: the Savior, Zhuge Liang, Zhao Yun, and Lü Bu.
Being ranked alongside those four made Sika quite