Swordsman Returns from Another World

Nian, who was standing in front of him, looked a little anxious and worried. One foot tapped the floor involuntarily. He put his hands on his hips and stared at Baiyou.

Finally, the word "year" on the earrings trembled slightly and emitted a red glow.

It echoes the earring on the other ear.

Baiyou only felt that he seemed to have established some kind of wonderful connection with Nian, and the power to melt all things was shared from Nian.

No, it cannot be called sharing, it should be called transfer. Nian transferred half of his power to Baiyou.

Baiyou looked at Nian and smiled.

Seeing that he seemed to have mastered the power so quickly, Nian was inevitably a little surprised, then he narrowed his eyes and laughed boldly.

"Got it?"

"Well... I'm just getting started."

Baiyou raised his hand, and the hollow cylinder on the table deformed and twisted again according to his wishes, turning back into a cold iron paperweight.

"As expected...my good husband."

Chapter 398: The Authority of God

The praise in Nian's words was obvious. She never expected that Baiyou could master this power so quickly.

However, only Baiyou himself knew that his adaptability was too strong, even... a little too strong.

Thanks to countless past experiences and the support of the system, Baiyou can always digest and grasp these unfamiliar forces in the first place. After all, the system is too awesome.

Let’s put it this way, when Baiyou’s life was not in danger, he would usually draw various small props that added fun to life, like the hat he gave to Doberman before.

Only when life is threatened can more useful combat abilities be drawn out.

This also leads to the situation where Baiyou always seems to be able to burst into life and save the situation at critical moments, but in fact, it requires him to be able to respond to changes with great adaptability.

I don’t know what ability I will draw next, so I can only continuously improve my reaction ability so that I can deal with any situation calmly and adapt quickly.

After acquiring the essence of evolution, even in extreme environments, as long as Baiyou has enough energy, the body can adapt.

[The Essence of Evolution] This ability, coupled with the adaptability of white glaze itself, brings unimaginable power.

Baiyou raised his hand, his earrings emitting a faint light, and the steel paperweight in front of him seemed to turn into a piece of soft clay, changing its shape under the control of his five slightly opened fingers.

Sometimes it transformed into countless dancing snakes, and sometimes it retracted its body like a dormant dragon turtle. The red molten steel changed in thousands of ways, but it did not damage the paper on the table at all.

Even though he had only just acquired this power, Baiyou had already become extremely skilled. Although he had not yet caught up with the old masters, he had already gotten into the door.

Nian was extremely satisfied. He walked to Baiyou's side, lowered his head, kissed Baiyou's cheek affectionately, and said, "My husband's adaptability is really strong. I was right about you."

"Isn't that natural?" Bai You turned his head and kissed her lips gently: "Thank you, Nian. I don't know how to thank you for such a big gift."

Nian Zungui's purple eyes were full of love for Baiyou. She stared into Baiyou's eyes and whispered, "In that case, why don't you express your gratitude with your actions?"

Baiyou choked and was about to respond, but Nian suddenly narrowed his eyes and raised his hand.

Her fingers gently lifted up Baiyue's collar and she saw the kiss marks on his collarbone and neck.

Then, she raised half of her eyebrows in a teasing manner and looked at Baiyou. The smile on her lips turned into a teasing smile: "Oh...it turns out that the bad dog stole my fish. No wonder my good husband didn't react when he saw me today."

Baiyue blushed: "...The reaction did occur."

"If you don't believe me, why don't you try?"

He arched his waist slightly, revealing his pants, and the ready Rhodes Island piercing hand nodded to Nian through the fabric.

Nian pouted slightly, reached out his hand and pinched Baiyou's face.

"There are so many fun things to do on New Year's Day. Compared to those things, I'd better put sex with my husband aside for now!"

"Today, Yan Rong and I made an appointment to go to Longmen and have some fun!"

After she finished speaking, she moved her face closer and kissed him in the place that the white glazed collar couldn't cover.

Then, he kissed her hard, leaving her own kiss mark.

“Sizzle—pop!”

Zhu Run's red lips left Bai Yue's neck, leaving red marks under her skin. She smiled smugly and said, "My dear husband, you can work with my kiss marks today. The first day of the new year belongs to me. I will have fun in Longmen all day."

"I'll come to see you in two days. Wait for me in the room. If I see another woman, I'll tie you to the copper pillar and hang you up all night." She finally bit the white glazed earlobe with the earring hanging on it, smiled and straightened up.

Then, he waved goodbye gracefully and turned to leave.

Baiyou, who had just acquired new abilities, had no intention of working properly. He was like a child who had just bought a new toy and had to sit down to do his homework. While working, he couldn't help but change the piece of steel in his hand into various shapes.

………………

While Baiyou was intoxicated with his new abilities, more things related to him were happening on earth.

In the wilderness, the Wendigos are resting.

They were now standing in an oasis between Ursus and Longmen. This oasis seemed to have been formed recently. There were several caravans resting near the oasis, and the people from several parties shared the same water source.

The groups were wary of each other, but still maintained a certain safe distance.

Most Wendigos are indifferent and rarely interact with others, but everyone would be curious about this group of guys, who are almost all around two meters tall.

Therefore, as soon as the Wendigo arrived at the oasis and set up camp, the leader of a caravan came over.

The man was a Sakota, with a glowing halo above his head.

He raised his hand to greet them, hung his pistol on his waist to indicate that he had no hostility, moved closer, and shouted, "Everyone, where are you from?"

The female Wendigo hybrid who was spoken to by him was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the temporary leader who was giving orders in the center of the team.

The tall, old Wendigo came forward. Since the lifespan of a half-blood Wendigo is certainly not as long as that of a pure-blood, even though this leader is over sixty years old, obvious wrinkles can be seen on his face, and his black hair has turned pale.

He walked forward, closed his eyes slightly and nodded as a greeting, then lied and said, "We are from Leitania, going to Ursus for business, and now we are going to Longmen."

"What about you? Strangers."

The Sakota man smiled brightly, raised his hand and scratched his face, then laughed, "We are a caravan from Lateran. You know, we Sakota people have good personalities, but not many of us leave Lateran."

"I am one of them. By the way, our team has made a lot of sweets. Do you want to try some?"

"Oh sorry, am I being too familiar?"

The old half-blood Wendigo shook his head slightly: "Everyone knows that the Rutlanders are friendly."

Since the Wendigo has obvious antlers, people often confuse them with the Caprini. In addition, they just lied and said they were from Letania, so the Sacotas in front of them naturally mistook them for the Caprini.

"It's just that we need to rest for a while before leaving. We appreciate your kindness."

The Sakota nodded first, then looked up at the Wendigos curiously and said, "It is said that the Leitanians are natural magicians, but I see that you all seem to be more... uh, focused on force?"

Chapter 399: Water Pond

The old half-blood Wendigo didn't seem to know how to deal with such people, so he said, "...some, special reasons."

"Oh, I see. I understand. Okay, then I won't ask anymore." The Sakota man raised his hands to indicate that he meant no harm.

"You can just call me Ricardo. Ah, of course, I am introducing myself only as a token of friendship. You have the right not to accept this friendship. You don't have to tell me your name."

The Sakota introduced himself politely, with a smile on his face that never stopped.

The old half-blood Wendigo didn't reply, but just raised his head and looked into the distance.

There were many Liberians in the team that the Sakota people belonged to. Those Liberians were drawing water from the pool and looked like... a group of scholars.

They were collecting water and sealing it away as extremely precious samples.

In contrast to their behavior were several other people by the pond. They were the messengers of natural disasters. They were boldly throwing kettles into the pond, filling them up, and then pulling them back with ropes. One of them was still gulping down the water from the kettle.

The old half-blood Wendigo realized that the oasis they had settled in might not be simple.

So he whispered, "Is there anything different about the water here? I noticed that many people in your team were taking water, as if it was something very precious."

Upon hearing this, Rickele seemed surprised at the observation of the old half-blood Wendigo, and then asked, "Didn't you notice that this oasis is different from other oases in the wilderness?"

The old half-blood Wendigo narrowed his eyes. "It's easier to use as a base for the army?"

"The terrain here is indeed easy to defend but difficult to attack."

"Pu cough cough..." Rickele coughed twice, with an awkward smile on his face: "Is that so... You don't look like a Letanian, but more like a Bolivarian soldier."

"What's unique about this place is that some people say that the water here can suppress mineral sickness."

As soon as these words were spoken, the air seemed to freeze.

The stagnant atmosphere infected the entire half-blood Wendigo team, and pairs of red eyes turned and looked at Rickele.

Such words are like you are walking on the street and suddenly someone tells you that there is a hot spring nearby and that a soak in it can cure cancer.

Will anyone believe it?

The Wendigos would, because they knew very well that there was indeed a cure for oripathy.

Although it is still just a rumor to most people, these half-blood Wendigos who have sensed Bozhuoka Siti through their blood firmly believe it.

Facing the gazes of so many people, Rickele did not retreat or get scared. He remained calm and said with a smile, "In fact, this rumor was first spread among the Scourge Messengers. The Scourge Messengers travel through the wilderness all year round, so it is inevitable that they will be infected with mineral disease."

"However, during this period of time, rumors began to spread among the Scourge messengers that several oases had appeared in the wilderness between Ursus and Longmen. The water in these oases could suppress oripathy, and some even said... it could cure oripathy."

The old half-blood Wendigo frowned and said, "So, you believe it?"

"Rumors like this pop up every few decades." He sneered, seeming to be dismissive of it: "The magic medicine deep in Sargon's foehn wind, the secret source stone spell left by Gaul , Bolivar’s human experiments…rumors of curing oriosis are endless.”

"But maybe it's true this time?" Rickelai shrugged. "One always has to have some hope for the future."

"...That sounds like something Sakota would say." The old half-blood Wendigo commented.

Rickey smiled but said nothing.

The two chatted for a while, and Rikerei's politeness finally touched the old half-blood Wendigo. At the end of their conversation, he said in a deep voice: "My name is Nayesda, and I am... glad to meet you, Mr. Rikerei."

"It sounds really formal. I'm a little embarrassed." Rickelai waved goodbye and said, "I wish you a safe journey, sir."

But at this moment, they both heard bursts of noisy and rapid engine sounds coming from afar.

That overly arrogant voice was like an aggressive signal, indicating danger and trouble.

Rickele and the old half-blood Wendigo's faces changed at the same time. This voice would be familiar to anyone who had walked in the wilderness. It was the voice of a robber in the wilderness.

In recent years, the situation has been turbulent, and both Ursus and Leithania have been filled with a sense of impending storm, so there have been more bandits in the wilderness between these countries.

However, due to the existence of Dayan Yumen, the wilderness between Ursus and Dayan has always been a safe area with fewer bandits.

Could it be that I'm really that unlucky?

The sound of engines gradually approached, and one jeep after another appeared around the oasis. It seemed to be a convoy. There were no logos on the bodies of the vehicles, and the sand-colored vehicles were extremely inconspicuous in the wilderness.

The old half-blood Wendigo clenched the long staff in his hand, and Rickele drew his pistol as if facing a formidable enemy.

When the smoke and dust cleared, the cars drove roughly to the edge of the pond. Then, several people jumped out of the cars and unloaded a large number of water tanks from the cars.

To everyone's surprise, the water tanks were already filled with water.

They poured the water into the pond, pouring all the clean, clear water into the pond.

"Did anyone deliberately replenish the water in the pond here?" the old half-blood Wendigo asked puzzledly.

Rickey was also confused and scratched the back of his head.

Just when the two were puzzled, several people got off the car, holding several boards for recording things in their hands, and walked towards the teams by the pond.

An old man who looked tired and exhausted came up to Rickele and the elderly half-blood Wendigo, and forced a smile on his rough old face.

"Kind gentlemen, welcome to the mysterious and wonderful Heart of the Wilderness Water Pond. Would you like to donate some money?"

...donate money?

The two of them were stunned.

The old man in front of him smiled and continued, "Anyone can draw water from the pond here. At the same time, we will replenish the lack of fresh water resources in the pond. If you want to support our kind cause, you only need to donate a small amount of money."

Rickelai pointed out, "Wait, you are clearly the bandits who robbed this area before!"

The old man's smile froze, and then he coughed twice and explained: "No, no, we changed our career a long time ago..."

Rickele continued to say something, but the old half-blood Wendigo next to him wasn't listening.

He had already cast his gaze into the distance, where a man in a black windbreaker was standing in front of a jeep, quietly watching everything by the pond.