The sun rose lazily over the horizon, casting a warm glow over the landscape as Zhuge Minghui and Zhao Tianfeng continued their journey.

They soon approached a bustling town, its gates open wide to welcome travelers.

The town's lively atmosphere was a stark contrast to the somber ruins they had left behind.

As they entered, Zhao Tianfeng's eyes widened in amazement at the vibrant scenes around him.

Street vendors called out to passersby, children played in the alleys, and the air was filled with the mouth-watering aroma of street food.

Musicians played lively tunes, and colorful banners fluttered in the breeze.

"Master, this place is incredible," Zhao Tianfeng said, his voice filled with wonder.

Zhuge Minghui smiled slightly. "This town is a haven of activity. But remember, Tianfeng, we are here for a purpose. Follow me."

They made their way through the crowded streets, navigating the throngs of people with ease.

Zhao Tianfeng's excitement was palpable, but he kept close to Zhuge, his curiosity tempered by respect for his master.

Their destination was a renowned blacksmith shop known for crafting exceptional weapons.

The blacksmith, an elderly man with arms like tree trunks, greeted them with a nod as they entered.

"Greetings, honored customers. How may I assist you today?" the blacksmith asked, his voice deep and gravelly.

Zhuge gestured towards Tianfeng. "My disciple needs a weapon, something that will serve him well on his journey."

The blacksmith nodded and began showing them a variety of finely crafted weapons.

Swords, spears, daggers, and other varieties of weapons of exceptional quality shone under the shop's lighting.

Zhao Tianfeng's eyes were drawn to a particularly striking halberd, its blades etched with intricate designs. "Master, this one feels right," he said, reaching for it.

The weapon looked compatible with Zhao Tianfeng as his muscular and tall physique required a very domineering weapon.

Just as his fingers brushed the halberd's shaft, a haughty voice interrupted them. "Step aside, commoners. That weapon is mine."

Zhao Tianfeng turned to see a young man dressed in luxurious robes, flanked by a group of guards.

The emblem on his chest marked him as the son of the city lord, a position that commanded respect and fear.

Zhuge Minghui's eyes narrowed slightly as he observed the scene.

The young man, radiating arrogance, stepped forward and attempted to snatch the sword from Tianfeng's grasp.

"Excuse me," Tianfeng said firmly, "we were here first and have already chosen this weapon."

The young man's eyes flashed with anger.

"Do you know who I am? I am Feng Liang, the son of the city lord. This weapon belongs to me," Feng Liang said with a hint of arrogance and pride.

Tianfeng felt a surge of anger but restrained himself. "Respectfully, we are customers just like you. We have the right to purchase this weapon."

"Oh, this will be a good show."

"Too bad they encountered young master Feng Liang."

"Yeah, he's always been like that, wanting everything to go his way. He's a tough person to deal with."

"Shhh! You might get heard and be beat up on the spot!"

The few people who were also looking for weapons at the blacksmith shop were getting a bit rowdy and curious about what was going to happen next.

Feng Liang's face contorted with rage, and he motioned for his guards to intervene. "You dare defy me? I will teach you a lesson."

Before the guards could even move, Zhuge Minghui had a ray of dark light shine through his eyes as he flashed forward.

In an instant, his right hand grabbed the back of Feng Liang's head and smashed his face on the wooden countertop nearby.

"Hey! Stop that!" One of the men said, and the guards began to rush over, thinking they could subdue Zhuge with numbers.

But they underestimated Zhuge.

Boom!

As Zhuge stared at them, a terrifying pressure was released, making the guards fall flat on the ground as if a mountain was pressing on them

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The blacksmith, who had been watching the altercation since it started, was petrified.

He had been introduced to strong men all over the region due to his fame as a great blacksmith, but never had he felt such pressure facing anyone, and even more so when Zhuge wasn't targeting him.

Even the people inside the shop had faces of horror because even if Zhuge focused only on the guards, his aura, on purpose, leaked from his constraint like he was broadcasting to the people in the shop not to mess with him.

"You see, Tianfeng, life for everyone should've been easy. Even for you, that's how it should've gone."

"Unfortunately, suppression by the strong is what makes life difficult." He looked at Tianfeng, whose eyes were wide open, and said calmly, his voice waking Tianfeng from his shock.

"If you want to get back on track and make life a pushover, then you should have sufficient strength to beat up those who stand in your way until they regret going against you."

After lecturing Zhao Tianfeng for a bit, he raised his right hand, still holding the back of Feng Liang's head, and dropped him on the floor.

The young master didn't look so well now.

His face was bruised and deformed, with tiny pieces of wood sticking in it because of the strength Zhuge used when his face was smashed on the wooden countertop.

Bubbles had formed on his bloody mouth, indicating that he had fainted from shock.

With Feng Liang lying on the floor and his guards unconscious on the ground, the blacksmith, still in shock, stammered, "I-I've never seen anything like this. Who are you people?"

Zhuge Minghui withdrew the pressure, allowing the blacksmith to regain some calmness. "Zhuge Minghui," he pointed at himself, "and Zhao Tianfeng," pointing at Zhao Tianfeng.

"Now, about the halberd..." he said with a grin.

The blacksmith nervously handed the halberd to Zhao Tianfeng, who accepted it with gratitude.

Before Zhao Tianfeng could even hand the payment over, the blacksmith nervously said, "Senior, don't worry about the payment... Just treat this as a gift from our shop to yours."

Obviously, the blacksmith wanted to ride on the coattails of the two.

Zhao Tianfeng was a bit hesitant and surprised, so he stared at his master.

Zhuge just nodded, gesturing him to just take it.

"Thank you, Master, for this weapon," Zhao Tianfeng said, since it was probably his master's strength that led to the blacksmith treating him with a weapon.

In his eyes, there's a newfound determination to get stronger.

Zhuge saw this and was internally joyful that his disciple was taking to heart what he was advising him.

Zhuge gestured for Zhao Tianfeng to follow him outside. "In this world, authority and pride often breed arrogance and provocation. You must learn to navigate such encounters with power and strength."

"Yes, sometimes you don't need to be reckless with your actions and play it safe, but it doesn't mean you should not retaliate in one way or another."

"As long as you have the capital to make them bow their heads to you when they see you, then you'll be able to live a 'peaceful' life.

Zhao Tianfeng nodded, absorbing his master's words. "I understand, Master. I will not let them provoke me like that."

Zhuge placed a hand on Zhao Tianfeng's shoulder. "Good. Now, let us return to our journey and do some physical training."

As they left the blacksmith shop, the sun reached its zenith, casting a bright light over the town.

Zhuge and Zhao Tianfeng walked side by side, the bond between master and disciple growing stronger with each passing moment.

The lessons of the day had been invaluable, and Tianfeng knew that under Zhuge's guidance, he would continue to grow in strength, wisdom, and understanding. sun rose lazily over the horizon, casting a warm glow over the landscape as Zhuge Minghui and Zhao Tianfeng continued their journey. They soon approached a bustling town, its gates open wide to welcome travelers. The town's lively atmosphere was a stark contrast to the somber ruins they had left behind.

As they entered, Zhao Tianfeng's eyes widened in amazement at the vibrant scenes around him. Street vendors called out to passersby, children played in the alleys, and the air was filled with the mouth-watering aroma of street food. Musicians played lively tunes, and colorful banners fluttered in the breeze.

"Master, this place is incredible," Zhao Tianfeng said, his voice filled with wonder.

Zhuge Minghui smiled slightly. "This town is a haven of activity. But remember, Tianfeng, we are here for a purpose. Follow me."

They made their way through the crowded streets, navigating the throngs of people with ease. Zhao Tianfeng's excitement was palpable, but he kept close to Zhuge, his curiosity tempered by respect for his master.

Their destination was a renowned blacksmith shop known for crafting exceptional weapons. The blacksmith, an elderly man with arms like tree trunks, greeted them with a nod as they entered.

"Greetings, honored customers. How may I assist you today?" the blacksmith asked, his voice deep and gravelly.

Zhuge gestured towards Tianfeng. "My disciple needs a weapon, something that will serve him well on his journey."

The blacksmith nodded and began showing them a variety of finely crafted weapons. Swords, spears, daggers, and other varieties of weapons of exceptional quality shone under the shop's lighting.

Zhao Tianfeng's eyes were drawn to a particularly striking halberd, its blades etched with intricate designs. "Master, this one feels right," he said, reaching for it.

The weapon looked compatible with Zhao Tianfeng as his muscular and tall physique required a very domineering weapon.

Just as his fingers brushed the halberd's shaft, a haughty voice interrupted them. "Step aside, commoners. That weapon is mine."

Zhao Tianfeng turned to see a young man dressed in luxurious robes, flanked by a group of guards. The emblem on his chest marked him as the son of the city lord, a position that commanded respect and fear.

Zhuge Minghui's eyes narrowed slightly as he observed the scene. The young man, radiating arrogance, stepped forward and attempted to snatch the sword from Tianfeng's grasp.

"Excuse me," Tianfeng said firmly, "we were here first and have already chosen this weapon."

The young man's eyes flashed with anger. "Do you know who I am? I am Feng Liang, the son of the city lord. This weapon belongs to me," Feng Liang said with a hint of arrogance and pride.

Tianfeng felt a surge of anger but restrained himself. "Respectfully, we are customers just like you. We have the right to purchase this weapon."

"Oh, this will be a good show."

"Too bad they encountered young master Feng Liang."

"Yeah, he's always been like that, wanting everything to go his way. He's a tough person to deal with."

"Shhh! You might get heard and be beat up on the spot!"

The few people who were also looking for weapons at the blacksmith shop were getting a bit rowdy and curious about what was going to happen next.

Feng Liang's face contorted with rage, and he motioned for his guards to intervene. "You dare defy me? I will teach you a lesson."

Before the guards could even move, Zhuge Minghui had a ray of dark light shine through his eyes as he flashed forward. In an instant, his right hand grabbed the back of Feng Liang's head and smashed his face on the wooden countertop nearby.

"Hey! Stop that!" One of the men said, and the guards began to rush over, thinking they could subdue Zhuge with numbers.

But they underestimated Zhuge.

Boom!

As Zhuge stared at them, a terrifying pressure was released, making the guards fall flat on the ground as if a mountain was pressing on them

The blacksmith, who had been watching the altercation since it started, was petrified. He had been introduced to strong men all over the region due to his fame as a great blacksmith, but never had he felt such pressure facing anyone, and even more so when Zhuge wasn't targeting him.

Even the people inside the shop had faces of horror because even if Zhuge focused only on the guards, his aura, on purpose, leaked from his constraint like he was broadcasting to the people in the shop not to mess with him.

"You see, Tianfeng, life for everyone should've been easy. Even for you, that's how it should've gone. Unfortunately, suppression by the strong is what makes life difficult." He looked at Tianfeng, whose eyes were wide open, and said calmly, his voice waking Tianfeng from his shock. "If you want to get back on track and make life a pushover, then you should have sufficient strength to beat up those who stand in your way until they regret going against you."

After lecturing Zhao Tianfeng for a bit, he raised his right hand, still holding the back of Feng Liang's head, and dropped him on the floor.

The young master didn't look so well now. His face was bruised and deformed, with tiny pieces of wood sticking in it because of the strength Zhuge used when his face was smashed on the wooden countertop. Bubbles had formed on his bloody mouth, indicating that he had fainted from shock.

With Feng Liang lying on the floor and his guards unconscious on the ground, the blacksmith, still in shock, stammered, "I-I've never seen anything like this. Who are you people?"

Zhuge Minghui withdrew the pressure, allowing the blacksmith to regain some calmness. "Zhuge Minghui," he pointed at himself, "and Zhao Tianfeng," pointing at Zhao Tianfeng.

"Now, about the halberd..." he said with a grin.

The blacksmith nervously handed the halberd to Zhao Tianfeng, who accepted it with gratitude.

Before Zhao Tianfeng could even hand the payment over, the blacksmith nervously said, "Senior, don't worry about the payment... Just treat this as a gift from our shop to yours."

Obviously, the blacksmith wanted to ride on the coattails of the two.

Zhao Tianfeng was a bit hesitant and surprised, so he stared at his master.

Zhuge just nodded, gesturing him to just take it.

"Thank you, Master, for this weapon," Zhao Tianfeng said, since it was probably his master's strength that led to the blacksmith treating him with a weapon.

In his eyes, there's a newfound determination to get stronger.

Zhuge saw this and was internally joyful that his disciple was taking to heart what he was advising him.

Zhuge gestured for Zhao Tianfeng to follow him outside. "In this world, authority and pride often breed arrogance and provocation. You must learn to navigate such encounters with power and strength. Yes, sometimes you don't need to be reckless with your actions and play it safe, but it doesn't mean you should not retaliate in one way or another. As long as you have the capital to make them bow their heads to you when they see you, then you'll be able to live a 'peaceful' life.

Zhao Tianfeng nodded, absorbing his master's words. "I understand, Master. I will not let them provoke me like that."

Zhuge placed a hand on Zhao Tianfeng's shoulder. "Good. Now, let us return to our journey and do some training."

As they left the blacksmith shop, the sun reached its zenith, casting a bright light over the town. Zhuge and Zhao Tianfeng walked side by side, the bond between master and disciple growing stronger with each passing moment. The lessons of the day had been invaluable, and Tianfeng knew that under Zhuge's guidance, he would continue to grow in strength, wisdom, and understanding.