Simulated immortality allows me to calculate talent stats.

The burly man, covered in sweat, looked up and saw the appearance of young master Wen Yu.

He chuckled and said, "Young master, my skills are only good for making farm tools. If you want a fine sword, you're making things difficult for me."

"It doesn't need to be that good."

Wen Yu smiled gently, his tone calm and composed: "As long as it can kill people, that's fine."

"Well……"

The man's face froze, and after a moment of stunned silence, he forced a smile and said, "Young master...you..."

Wen Yu laughed casually, "Go ahead and fight, as long as it's sturdy and durable."

"Alright, but one day might be a bit rushed."

Wen Yu lifted his robe and sat down on the stone stool next to him.

"I will pay for the overtime work."

The man said no more, pulled the bellows, heated the stove until it was red-hot, and began to forge his sword.

In reality, he had no experience in this area and could only forge the pig iron into the shape of a sword in the usual way of making farm tools.

Wen Yu waited by the side, from morning until noon, and then the sun began to set in the west, and dusk painted the sky.

The man continued forging, the sword beginning to take shape.

Just then, light footsteps came running, and the little girl, beaming with smiles, greeted the surrounding villagers as she approached Wen Yu.

Holding the things wrapped in burlap: "Grandpa asked me to bring these."

Thank you.

Wen Yu rubbed her head, took the rice ball, and opened it. It was a rice ball made of glutinous rice mixed with wild vegetables.

Without any disgust, I opened my mouth and took a bite; it had a slight pork fat flavor.

They understood that this was a rare treat for an elderly person living alone in a remote village, taking care of their granddaughter.

He broke off a small piece and handed it to the girl.

She shook her head repeatedly and said softly, "I've already eaten."

Wen Yu smiled and tucked him into her arms.

"I can't eat that much."

"Is that so?"

The little girl hesitated for a moment, then took a small bite and showed a happy expression.

After eating rice balls, the night grew dark.

The little girl sat down next to Wen Yu, swinging her short legs, and looked at the man hammering iron: "Are you looking for Uncle Liu to forge iron?"

"Um."

"What are you hitting?"

"A sword."

"A sword? What's it for?"

Wen Yu smiled and ruffled her hair: "To protect the people."

"To protect human lives?"

The little girl seemed to understand, but then pulled you aside to talk about other things, mainly because she was very curious about the world outside the village.

In small villages, people usually rest around 8 or 9 pm.

The blacksmith shop was still bustling with activity.

Casting, quenching, tempering, polishing, rough guard, two pieces of wood for the hilt.

After the basic construction was completed, the man proudly admired the first sword he had ever forged.

On the stone pier, the little girl had fallen asleep next to Wen Yu, a blue long coat draped over her shoulders.

Tread...  

The ground trembled slightly, and the sound of horses' hooves approached.

Dust began to rise, flames flickered in the distance, and the sounds of rushing horses filled the air.

The blacksmith, beaming with delight, stepped out carrying his sword, then looked around in confusion: "What's all this commotion?"

【"Task triggered."】

【"War is imminent. Please choose to evacuate and protect yourself, or eliminate the threat of war and preserve your village."】

[“Eliminating the scourge of war rewards you with one simulation attempt.”]

Wen Yu picked up the little girl and placed her in the man's arms.

He took the still-warm sword from his hand and walked toward the direction from which the commotion came.

"Boss, I'll go pay you."

The man frowned.

It's not that I'm afraid of having my account embezzled or anything, but rather I'm trying to understand the meaning behind your words.

Suddenly realizing something from the noise, he quickly grabbed the little girl and ran towards the surrounding houses, banging loudly: "Get up! Grab your weapons! There are thieves!"

Wen Yu walked along the main road of the small village and arrived at the village entrance.

The flickering light of torches could be seen filtering through the mountains and forests, and the sound of horses' hooves grew louder, their footsteps becoming more rhythmic.

Soon, soldiers and bandits, clad in armor, with swords at their waists and thick beards, arrived on tall horses, leading a twelve-man column.

They were about to enter the village and control the population when they discovered a figure blocking their way.

He looked like a young boy, his blue inner lining fluttering in the night wind, holding a simple sword.

"Haha, young man, what are you doing blocking my way?"

The leader of the column pulled on the reins, smiling with interest.

Wen Yu did not respond, his calm and clear gaze sweeping across the queue.

The "Intelligence Master" talent attribute grants him powerful observation and intelligence gathering abilities.

The leader, a man at the second level of martial arts, exuded an aura of power. Behind him stood twelve soldiers and bandits, all of whom had undergone body tempering and were at different stages of cultivation.

"Not too difficult..."

Based on his own martial arts level, as well as the support of advanced martial arts and talent attributes, he quickly came to a conclusion.

He strode out and walked towards the queue.

His hand slowly rested on the rough hilt of the sword.

As he prepared to face his first major battle, Wen Yu had only one image in his mind.

That was the little girl's dirty face, smiling brightly as she accepted the cured meat, and in an instant, under the lonely moon in the night, the girl's head with wide eyes.

Even after simulating it for forty years, he could never forget this scene.

Tonight, we must kill him!

"If you go any further, I won't be so polite!"

The leading man gripped the hilt of his knife, his eyes turning sinister, his face contorting with a bloodthirsty anticipation.

Wen Yu stepped out into the night wind, walking slowly until he reached a spot three zhang away from the man.

Clang!

The sword clashed with a clang, like the sound of a ferocious roar.

He drew his sword and thrust straight forward, his only intention being recklessness.

Its domineering and reckless aura locked onto the enemy leader.

With the talent attribute 【Sword Qi Soaring (Azure)】, the simple iron sword reveals a dazzling sword qi.

The cold light ripped through the night, revealing an unstoppable sharpness capable of shattering gold and jade.

With the aid of the "Firefly Dance" movement technique and the "Intelligence Master" talent attribute.

Wen Yu's figure, like a flickering firefly, appeared before the commander riding a tall horse.

The bearded man was terrified. His spiritual energy surged forth as he hurriedly tried to draw his sword to defend himself.

But it was already too late.

The chilling, dazzling sword energy flashed and disappeared in an instant.

Wen Yu's figure appeared behind him like a firefly, his iron sword still thrusting straight forward, before slowly retracting.

"Well……"

The bearded man looked shocked, his eyes still filled with fear, and bloodstains were visible on his neck.

Then the head broke off and rolled off, and the headless corpse fell off the horse.

The twelve soldiers and bandits behind him were somewhat surprised to see Wen Yu suddenly appear before them, but after seeing their captain's body dismembered...

Panic ensued; some drew their swords and spears, while others staggered backward.

Wen Yu's gaze swept over them, his aura locked on them, and with the movement technique of fireflies dancing wildly, he drew his sword and thrust straight forward.

With the support of numerous talent attributes, it stormed into the fray with unstoppable momentum.

The sword flashed coldly, and the figure moved swiftly. Amidst the chaotic siege, each strike of the sword inevitably ignited a crimson stain.

Filled with murderous intent, Wen Yu remained completely unmoved.

Clean and efficient, one sword strike with each step, twelve sword strikes in total, and both soldiers and bandits perished.

The severed body lay on the ground, blood soaking the soil, the sight even more horrifying under the torchlight.

The horse paced frantically and helplessly, and Wen Yu pulled on the reins.

Just then, hurried footsteps approached. The blacksmith shop owner, carrying a hammer, was followed by strong young villagers, each holding a stick or shovel.

But then they saw Wen Yu standing amidst the corpses lying in the ground.

They all stopped in their tracks, staring in shock at the scene before them.

Wen Yu wiped the blood off his sword and walked toward the villagers.

Faced with the terrifying situation before them, everyone retreated and became extremely vigilant.

"These people are soldiers and bandits. They slaughter the old and the young and kidnap young women to work as laborers. I have seen the terrible state of villages after the war."

After hearing the explanation, the villagers calmed down a bit.