Chapter 42 (1/2)

Chapter 42: Lightning Devastator Saber

As his consciousness was drawn in, he saw a stalwart man with disheveled hair standing at the top of a mountain. The surrounding mountains stretched out afar as a river ran through the valley. The sun hung high in the sky.

However, even those mountains, rivers, and sun seemed lacking in front of that man.

From afar, the stalwart man looked in Meng Chuan’s direction and finally picked up a rough black saber beside him. It was also very long.

Boom!

He looked coldly at Meng Chuan and swung his saber.

A terrifying saber beam rapidly expanded in front of his “eyes.” In the face of this terrifying saber strike that could tear the world asunder, there was no way Meng Chuan could stop himself from feeling fear. It was the same fear that mortals had of being struck by lightning! This was a strike that was even more terrifying than heavenly lightning… but there was no way for Meng Chuan’s consciousness to dodge. He could only endure it.

Rumble… The saber beam struck his consciousness.

“Ah.” Meng Chuan suddenly extricated himself from the black metal piece. He clutched his head in pain, and blood flowed out from his nose. He let out an instinctive, painful grunt before losing consciousness.

The night was very quiet.

People in Mirror Lake Meng Manor didn’t know that the Young Master Meng Chuan, who they were so proud of, had lost consciousness.

Time slowly pa.s.sed.

Several hours later, Meng Chuan—who had squirmed into a bunch—slowly opened his eyes after his eyelids twitched.

It hurts. Meng Chuan felt a splitting headache, and his memories were a mess. He didn’t know who he was or where he was.

Meng Chuan only snapped awake completely quite some time after he woke up. Last night, I investigated that black metal piece. My consciousness was pulled into it, and it hurt my head. Meng Chuan’s headache was excruciating. He lay on the bed for a while before slowly getting up. However, when he sat up, he felt dizzy. He looked out the window. The sky had just become a little bright, and the moon could still be seen in the sky.

It hurts so badly. Meng Chuan tried his best to stand up, but his body swayed before falling back into bed. He was unable to maintain his balance, and there was a throbbing pain in his head. He tried his best to focus, and thanks to the hard efforts of his will, he finally managed to stand up and walk.

This black metal piece has really made me suffer. Right now, Meng Chuan didn’t even want to obtain the legacy from the black metal piece. Just thinking was enough to make his head feel stabbing pain. It was clearly not the time to study the legacy.

Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!

After drinking two large bowls of cold water that he had kept through the night, he washed his face with cold water to snap himself awake.

He pushed open the door and stood in the corridor, shouting, “Servants.”

A maidservant rushed to the yard’s entrance. After entering, she respectfully said, “Young Master.”

“Prepare some hot water. I want to take a bath.”

Bathing in the morning? The maidservant was a little puzzled, but she didn’t dare ask further. She respectfully said, “Yes, Young Master.”

Soon—

Several buckets of hot water filled a bathtub. After Meng Chuan dismissed his servants, he took off his clothes and soaked himself in the bathtub. He felt much better.

Lying down was comfortable as his head hurt. In a daze, he fell asleep for a short moment. He felt much better once he woke up again.

I’m feeling much better. Only then did he look at his glabella s.p.a.ce. He saw that the tiny translucent person standing there was much dimmer than before. It seems the damage was quite significant.

He trembled slightly. The water in the bathtub had turned cold, so he immediately stood up and wiped his body before putting on clothes.

When he came out, he instructed his servants, “For the next three days, I’ll be stopping my cultivating. I need to meditate.”

…

“Young Master isn’t cultivating?”

“Young Master splits eight thousand repeater crossbow arrows every day. He’s actually stopping for three days?”

“He’s been cultivating all this while. Meditating at times might bring about better effects. Moreover, he had killed two Blood Cloud Bandits last night.”

“That’s right. One of them was Blood Hand Zhao Can. I believe that the battle must have given the Young Master some insight. That’s probably why he wants to meditate.” The servants and guards were chatting.

…

Killing two Blood Cloud Bandit members was easy; on the contrary, he was heavily injured by the black metal piece. However, Meng Chuan wasn’t in a hurry. He realized his headache slowly subsiding as time went by. His control over his body gradually recovered.

For the next three days, he spent his days in a relaxed manner. He read G.o.dfiend biographies as he lay on a reclining chair and leisurely drew in the study.