Durin's Diary

Chapter 467: Living in the Dust

"Where did you get this sword?"

Seeing Du Lin appear before him with the sword in his arms, the old man's eyes widened. "I didn't even sense its presence in this building. I thought it was buried in the coffin as a burial object."

"I just went back to the past..." Du Lin told everything that happened before.

The old man looked at Du Lin and finally sighed, "I never imagined that her descendants would one day travel back through time to find her and bring back this ancient sword of the Si Yumo clan."

He took one last look at the person in the painting and said, "Let me fulfill your wish."

After saying that, the old man walked out the door with the sword and motioned Du Lin to follow.

"This sword was passed down from the ancestors of the Mo family. It's said to have been used for a thousand years. Although it still shines like new, there's a saying that goes, 'A man is worse than an old one, and clothes are worse than new.' The Mo family didn't want it, so I begged for it from them and gave it to your grandmother for self-defense. Now she's given it to you. Well, let me teach you how to use it."

Coming to the yard, the old man looked around and finally shook his head.

“There’s some open space there.”

"I know."

Du Lin brought the old man to the suburbs.

The old man shook his sword, and the long sword came out of its sheath, circled around him, and was then gently grasped by someone.

The biologically coded weapon has traced its origins and completed the bloodline connection. This old man is modifying the holder.

Eleven explained to Du Lin.

Quickly, he held the sword upside down and threw it over: "Catch it. Press your thumb on the jade. It will collect your blood essence. Don't be afraid of the pain."

Du Lin took the sword and turned around to relieve the force.

"To have good skills and hold a thousand moons, all you need is strength." The old man looked at Du Lin.

And Durin felt the changes in himself - while his blood was being collected, the sword seemed to be guiding Durin towards the unknown.

Finally, Dulin felt the difference - both of his horns fell at the same time.

The newly grown horns were like new green branches, and Du Lin could clearly feel that his new dragon horns were growing.

Now investing experience seems to be able to directly complete the first level of promotion for newly joined professions. Du Lin, what should we do?

Daju asked.

What about the second level?

The first level only requires one million, but the second level requires two million.

The third level
The triple level is 3 million, the quadruple level is 5 million, and the quintuple level is 8 million. We have experience, but we can only choose one level.

Forget it, just go with the first level. There’s nothing better anyway.

So Daju helped Du Lin click on the first level.

As her low ponytail tightened, Du Lin felt her hair instantly fall onto her shoulders, and she also saw a lot of white in her hair.

"Good! Good! Good!"

The old man opposite said "good" three times in a row, and threw the sheath over. Du Lin put away the sword, a little puzzled.

"You broke through the first level of Ranger just like that! Your talent far exceeds my imagination. They said you are a rare artist in the Western Continent, and they were right!"

The old man waved his hand, and a small stone chair rose from the ground. He motioned for Du Lin to sit on the stone chair.

Du Lin sat down. The old man came up behind him and tied up his hair. "In the White Jade Palace in the sky, there are twelve towers and five cities. The immortal stroked my head, tied my hair and granted me immortality."

There once was Li Bai in this world.

Daju exclaimed.

·It seems that there is Li Bai in your world too.

Eleven laughed.

Du Lin patiently allowed his elder to tie his hair. Then, he observed his new look through the technique—yes, long sideburns, and the dragon horns were even more luxuriant than before. His hair was coiled on his head, secured with a silver crown and a buckle. Finally, he took out a jade hairpin and threaded it through his hair. It felt like he had walked onto the wrong set.

After Daju finished speaking, he praised Du Lin's new look again.

It would be better if you changed your clothes.

"Everyone says there are no grassland elves or goblins in this world. We are all just children of Nuwa... and it seems so." The old man said, pointing to the distance: "Come, I will teach you the sword-drawing style. Concentrate your energy, then draw your sword and swing it towards the sword in the distance."

"That's three hundred meters." Du Lin was a little unconvinced.

"Yes, for us, the children of Nuwa, it takes less than a thousand steps to transform the power of your spell into sword intent, and then swing it with all your might."

Du Lin thought about it and thought, this is one thousand steps and three hundred meters.

So he put all the power of the spell, whether it was the spell slot, the mana pool or the several scrolls, into the sword intent.

"Is it a cut, a chop, or a lift?" Du Lin felt that he could no longer control the sword in his hand. It was shouting in ecstasy.

"Good boy, how much did you throw?"

"all!"

After saying that, Du Lin didn't think twice, but drew his sword and swung.

Then, sword energy surged, whistling out and cutting everything on the ground, plowing deep furrows.

The next second, the oak tree in the distance, which had existed for who knows how long, was evenly cut in half.

Two seconds later, a section of Lublin's city wall in the distance was split in two.

Only then did the sword energy finally disappear.

Du Lin turned his head and looked at the old man.

The latter was silent for a while: "What level are you at as a Candle Dragon Warlock?"

"Nineteen." In order to avoid giving people the illusion that he had reached a bottleneck, Du Lin upgraded to a higher level.

The old man took a deep breath and said, "Zhao Tiancheng said you can awaken the mountains. What else can you do?"

"I can also sing in the wilderness. The latest upgrade is that I have won the title of Sweeping the Sea." Du Lin answered honestly.

The old man sighed again.

"Take it easy next time. You just ran three thousand steps with that sword strike. That sword strike was destroyed by the city defense barrier." At this point, the old man rubbed his hands and said, "Whose territory is this? We'd better run first. Go back and take your family with you."

"Uh... I, I am Duke Dulin of Lublin, and this is my territory." Dulin hesitated to speak.

The old man slapped himself in the face.

………………

"That guest is from Changtang, right?" asked the old lady of the Corleone family.

The old butler Spencer nodded.

"Old Ish failed to stop him. It seems that he is difficult to beat. Spencer, how confident are you?" The old woman asked, looking at her grandson and the direction where the old man disappeared.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry, I'm not even 10% sure." As a sword master, this was the first time Spencer admitted that he was not as skilled as others but was helpless.

His shaking head made the old woman sigh: "It's okay, the world is so big and Zhulong is so strong, it's normal for you to encounter someone you can't defeat."

Then, both of them raised their heads alertly at the same time.

The next second, he and she saw the sword rising from the distant horizon.

That sword strike made the old woman's eyes widen.

It also made Spencer blush.

This is the real sword master!

(End of this chapter)