Divine Seal: The Shadow Legion, I am the Shadow Lord.

Sheng Cai'er broke free from the white-clad man's arm and quickly went to the unconscious Yun Xuan's side.

Then suddenly, he took off an exquisitely designed ring from his hand.

The ring had a blue base with forget-me-not patterns outlined in gold thread.

Without the slightest hesitation, she gently placed the ring on Yunxuan's hand.

The ring, which was originally a bit small for Yunxuan, suddenly enlarged a few sizes the moment it was slipped onto his finger.

"Cai'er, you..." The man in white tried to stop him when he saw this.

But the next second, he met Cai'er's persistent gaze.

She didn't speak, but her eyes said it all.

After doing all this, she silently stood up and walked back to the man in white.

One last time, he turned back and took a deep look at the unconscious boy on the ground.

The man in white glanced at Cai'er, then at Yunxuan, and finally sighed without saying anything more.

After a while, Yunxuan slowly woke up from his coma.

He propped himself up and subconsciously glanced around. Apart from the wolf's corpse, Cai'er and the man in white had already left.

Just as he was about to get up, an unusual sensation on his left fingers made him pause.

He then raised his hand and discovered that a ring had appeared on the middle finger of his left hand.

"Forget-me-not? This is... left by Cai'er?" Yunxuan muttered to himself.

After sitting quietly for a while, Yunxuan looked down at the wounds he had sustained during his fight with the demon wolf.

It's not serious, but it still needs to be addressed.

At this moment, the shadow beside Yunxuan rippled like water.

Two ghostly ninjas silently appeared before him, kneeling on one knee.

"Take care of it," Yunxuan instructed calmly.

One of the ninjas immediately stepped forward and skillfully helped him take off his torn shirt.

Another ninja brought clean water and clean strips of cloth and began to wash and bandage his wounds.

After treating his wounds, Yunxuan set off for Long Haochen's house.

It was a simple wooden house on the edge of town. Although it looked just as shabby, it was kept very clean and cozy by its owner.

When Yunxuan arrived, he immediately saw Long Haochen sitting on a small stool in front of the house, carefully sorting wild vegetables.

Hearing footsteps, Long Haochen looked up and saw Yun Xuan. He stood up and waved to him, saying, "Brother Yun, over here!"

Yunxuan smiled and quickly walked over.

Just then, the door of the wooden house creaked open, and Long Haochen's mother, Bai Yue, came out.

She was wearing a plain white dress that looked a little faded from washing, and she looked quite simple.

However, her appearance was exceptionally outstanding, with delicate features and smooth, jade-like skin, giving her a graceful and refined air.

At the same time, her natural charm is like a ripe peach, the unripeness gone, full of juice, with a peaceful and tempting "married woman" feeling.

When she saw Yunxuan, a gentle smile appeared in her eyes, and she said softly, "It's Xiaoxuan."

"Aunt Yue," Yunxuan greeted her with a smile.

Bai Yue put the wooden basin aside, wiped her hands, and smiled gently: "Come in quickly, don't stand outside. Dinner will be ready soon."

Soon, the enticing aroma of food filled the room.

Bai Yue quickly set out the simple three dishes and soup on the table. Although they were all common home-style dishes, they tasted quite good.

The three sat around the wooden table, enjoying their simple dinner in a harmonious atmosphere.

After dinner, Long Haochen took the initiative to help his mother clean up the dishes, and then took Yunxuan to the familiar open space outside the house.

The afterglow of the setting sun cast long shadows of the two men. Long Haochen took out his wooden sword and looked at Yun Xuan expectantly.

"Brother Yun, the thrusting move I used during today's assessment didn't feel smooth enough in terms of power generation. Could you take another look at it for me?"

Yunxuan nodded, took the wooden sword from his hand, and then walked to the center of the open space.

He then demonstrated, his body slightly lowered, his steps shifted, and the wooden sword in his hand suddenly thrust out like a serpent emerging from its hole.

The movement was fluid and natural, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, and it accurately struck the trunk of a large tree in front of him, leaving a clear mark.

"Did you see that clearly? The key is the coordination of the whole body's strength, not just relying on the strength of the arms."

Yunxuan sheathed his sword and stood still, then handed the wooden sword back to Long Haochen.

Long Haochen tried several times as Yun Xuan instructed, and with Yun Xuan's corrections, his movements visibly became much more coordinated.

After another attempt, Long Haochen stopped his sword strike and looked at Yun Xuan with a hint of admiration in his eyes: "Brother Yun, you're amazing! I feel like you know even more than Instructor Balza."

Yunxuan chuckled lightly, without saying anything more.

But he couldn't help but think of the shadowy sparring partner in the Trial Temple who had tortured him to the point of near death.

If he hadn't been forced into that situation, how could he have understood every detail of these basic sword techniques so profoundly?

Afterwards, while Long Haochen focused on repeatedly practicing sword moves.

Yunxuan then found Bai Yue, took out a small jar, and handed it to her, saying, "Aunt Yue, this is for you."

Bai Yue took the wooden box with some doubt, and then opened it, releasing a light and pleasant herbal fragrance.

Inside the box was a milky white, delicate cream.

"What is this?" Bai Yue asked curiously.

"It's a hand cream I made myself," Yunxuan explained.

"I added some gentle herbs, which I heard are good for the skin. You work a lot, so this should make you feel more comfortable," Yunxuan said casually.

But in reality, the ingredients for this hand cream were high-quality herbs that the Shadow Ninjas found in the deep mountains and forests according to his instructions.

He then simply mixed it up.

Bai Yue looked at the small box in her hand and understood Yun Xuan's intentions perfectly.

A warm feeling instantly welled up in her heart, making her nose tingle slightly.

She had a hard time raising Haochen alone, and it had been a long time since she had received such care from anyone.

She carefully put away the wooden box, as if she were holding some precious treasure.

When she looked up again, her eyes were filled with a soft, moist light, and her voice was even gentler: "Xiao Xuan, thank you..."

Yunxuan just smiled and didn't say anything more.

As night deepened, Yunxuan prepared to leave.

However, he had not gone far when he saw a middle-aged man walking towards him in the middle of the road ahead.

The man was tall, and his simple black clothes could not hide his upright posture.

He was undeniably handsome, yet he exuded an aura of unapproachability.

The moonlight shone on him, and just by standing there, Yunxuan felt an invisible sense of oppression.

Yunxuan frowned slightly, a sense of vigilance instantly rising in his heart.

The middle-aged man in front of them could not possibly be an ordinary resident or adventurer from Odin Town.

The aura emanating from the other party gave him an extremely dangerous feeling.

Moreover, for some reason, he had developed an intuition that he had honed through hundreds of "deaths" in the Trial Temple.

Even from the other party's calm demeanor, one could sense a faint but palpable killing intent!

"Who are you?" Yunxuan stopped and asked in a deep voice.

But his right hand had already quietly reached for the hilt of the wooden sword behind his back.

The middle-aged man did not answer.

No, he didn't even make any preparatory movements.

Just as Yunxuan finished speaking...

"boom!"

A powerful aura, like an invisible hammer, brutally crushed down and slammed into Yun Xuan's chest!

"puff--!"

Yunxuan didn't even have time to prepare a blocking stance.

I felt a sharp pain in my chest, my blood surged, and a sweet taste in my throat.

He was thrown out like a kite with a broken string by this force, crashing heavily onto the ground several meters away.