Seeking the Second Cultivation Method!

Wei Fan's plan to reveal a bit of his strength to join the night watch team fell through.

But he wasn't in a hurry; if it didn't work today, he could try again tomorrow.

Having gained 2 points of energy, bringing his total to 4, Wei Fan decided to find a cultivation technique first.

The Tiger's Breath Art, upon cultivating its True Intent, allowed one to crush iron into mud with their bare hands, reaching an incredible level of strength. Now, he was lacking in speed and defense.

Wei Fan searched his memories for a suitable technique. He thought of the blacksmith at the village entrance and his formidable body-hardening skills. The technique he practiced should significantly increase his defense.

Without further hesitation, Wei Fan took a string of copper coins from his home and headed towards the blacksmith's shop.

Just as he stepped outside, Wei Fan sensed someone watching him.

"Which blind fool is it?" Wei Fan's eyes turned cold.

If it were in the past, he likely wouldn't have noticed such a prying gaze from behind.

But after reaching the peak of True Intent with the Tiger's Breath Art, his senses had become extremely sharp, allowing him to detect it easily.

Wei Fan turned around and saw that the watchful gaze was coming from the direction of 'Wang Dafu's' house!

"Yu Dafu's family was killed by Bai You, so why is someone in his house?" Wei Fan frowned slightly.

These houses, built with mud and straw, were very enclosed with tiny windows. In other words, the only exit was the main door.

The tiger stripes on Wei Fan's forehead flickered as he walked towards the thatched hut.

As he got closer, Wei Fan, who had been cautious moments before, let out a cold laugh. He dashed inside in a flash, grabbed a lurking, scrawny figure, and threw him to the ground.

"Fool, what are you doing here?" Wei Fan demanded.

"It's back, it's back!" The person, even after falling to the ground, didn't react, just muttering the same words blankly.

Seeing this, Wei Fan shook his head inwardly. This person was a village fool, always acting erratically and strangely, impossible to communicate with.

"This house is unlucky with a death, go play somewhere else!" Wei Fan said, taking a steamed bun from his pocket and handing it to him.

"Abba abba..." The fool's eyes lit up at the sight of the bun. He snatched it and began to devour it.

Wei Fan sighed inwardly, seeing how gaunt and sallow-faced he was.

The fool was truly a pitiable person.

He had been normal once, but a strange invasion of the village had scared him into his current state.

The fool had no self-care abilities and relied entirely on the villagers' charity to survive. But in these times, everyone struggled to get by, so most of the time, the fool went hungry or gnawed on tree bark.

The villagers had expected him to starve to death, but surprisingly, he had a tenacious will to live and had persisted.

Wei Fan gave him the last steamed bun he had. This was the batch that had fallen on the ground that morning; after cleaning it up, it was meant to be his lunch.

It was worth mentioning that after achieving great success with the Tiger's Breath Art, Wei Fan felt incredibly energetic, not feeling hungry even if he didn't eat for days.

The fool took the bun, his eyes showing gratitude.

"You said 'it's back,' what did you mean? That Bai You ghost?" Wei Fan asked.

He had a feeling this fool must have discovered something.

Because the more erratic and nonsensical people were, the more likely they were to see things that ordinary people couldn't.

"I saw it, I saw it!" The fool's face contorted in terror, and he pointed in a direction, his voice trembling.

"Hm?" Wei Fan followed the direction the fool pointed. It was an empty street leading further into the village.

Wei Fan sensed carefully, confirming there was no anomaly. He looked back at the fool, whose face was filled with terror, as if afraid of something.

"What exactly is going on?" Wei Fan mused, then got up to leave. For now, getting the cultivation technique was more important.

But after only a few steps, the fool's hoarse voice called out again.

"It's staring at you!"

"It's staring at you!"

Wei Fan stopped in his tracks, knowing the fool was warning him. He waved his hand and said, "Thanks!"

Wei Fan passed by the winery and bought a jar of good wine, continuing towards the village entrance.

On the way, he met several villagers who looked at him with envious eyes.

This jar of wine cost eighty copper coins, which was half a year's income for an ordinary villager family.

Only with the substantial inheritance left by his parents could Wei Fan afford such expenses.

Of course, this was also a necessary expenditure. The blacksmith at the village entrance was a heavy drinker; if he didn't cater to his tastes, how could he get the cultivation manual?

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Before he even reached the blacksmith's shop, he heard the clanging of hammers. The bellows creaked as they were pumped, and the furnace erupted with a scorching fire.

Sweating profusely, the burly, bare-chested Blacksmith Li swung a hammer twice the size of a normal person's, striking the red-hot Tekkai on the anvil.

"Uncle Li, busy as always!" Wei Fan greeted him from a distance.

"I could smell the wine from far away. I was wondering what good day it was, and it turns out it's young Wei!"