Ovid completely ignored Cai Hua’s words, placing all his strength into the blade, the head slightly sank into the centre of the blade of grass, penetrating the thin layer of spiritual essence Cai Hua had surrounded the grass with.
Staring intensely through the thin membrane of the grass, Ovid determined the distance between the blade and Cai Hua’s skin was no more than 5 centimetres, yet this distance felt greater than the distance between galaxies. Like a red dwarf burning the last of its fuel, the momentum behind the sword was exhausted and could not surge closer.
Was this the difference Cai Hua had mentioned? Ovid thought to himself.
At this time, Cai Hua made an effortless, yet perfect motion, placing his finger onto Ovid’s neck, specifically, one of Ovid’s major arteries, he said in a soothing voice, “You are dead.”
The blade of grass that seemed near impenetrable scattered like the scenery behind him, turning into fine particles.
Since Ovid was the cute disciple of Cai Hua, of course, Ovid did not die.
The feeling of a ripple was felt by Ovid soon afterwards, returning him to the ordinary wooden bed Cai Hua had been meditating on previously.
Dabbing the bags under his eyes with a handkerchief, Cai Hua began to lecture, “You should have made another strike when the blade made contact with the scabbard, at the very least, you would have made an impact with my skin.”
Cai Hua’s expression turned boastful and perverted once again as he added, “Of course, even with that, you wouldn’t harm me.”
Ovid inquired after performing his breathing routine, “Then, how would I harm you?”
Cai Hua squeezed his eyes shut, causing deep creases to appear on his forehead as he replied, “Didn’t I already tell you? You have to be willing to use everything to your advantage. Take the ground beneath me as an example, you could have prepared explosives to weaken my defences, while also distracting the spiritual essence I laid out to observe my surroundings.”
“Speaking of which, geography is quite important, the best environment to fight an immortal would actually be a mountain range, since you can lay the most amount of traps there.”
Fearing that Ovid would become disheartened, Cai Hua added after a while, “But your nature is surprisingly good, being singled minded is one of the most efficient ways to become strong. I predict that after 600 years, you should be able to defeat someone on the calibre of that foreign king without any preparation… 80 years if you do. Considering that it took him more than 2000 years to reach that level, you should be quite proud of yourself.”
Taking out a small porcelain bottle containing a pill to hasten recovery, passing it to Ovid, Cai Hua soon entered meditation.
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As the sky of this world is nothing more than fabrication, one cannot accurately tell the passing of time, though Ovid could ascertain that the many hours had passed before Cai Hua opened his eyes.
“Eh, you’re still here?” Cai Hua said.
“I don’t know how to get out,” Ovid replied very plainly.
Cai Hua waved his hands a few times, he said, “Then, do you want to fight another round?”
Ovid massaged the back of his neck, before nodding.
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After a long while, in the vast empty fields that became much more barren than before, Ovid dusted his stola with his left sleeve, which hid his hand, a few times, strangely despite the lack of dust. “Again,” Ovid said in a stubborn manner.
This was the thirty-fifth bout, each subsequently having ended like the first.
Even before the sound travels any distance, a fist came from many miles away, stopping a tenth of a hair’s distance from Ovid’s body.
Ovid’s body reacted instinctively, the sword held in his right hand swiftly flowing toward Cai Hua’s emotionless face. Yet Cai Hua seemed to have predicted Ovid’s actions, as another blade of grass floated in between the sword and his face.
Once again, the sword in Ovid’s hand was made redundant, resulting in his brows furrowing.
Seeing this face, Cai Hua became a little sympathetic, his hands that were near Ovid retracting back to his side.
The next moment, from Ovid’s sleeves, a slender and lithe hand appeared, holding the wooden scabbard, an inelegant attack, bearing only the minimum amount of movements required, was given off.
Such a wide motion caused the stola Ovid was wearing to tighten, revealing much of the delicate body… such a scene would make even the most heartless man develop a special feeling. Yet what Cai Hua answered was a ruthless chop with his hand that had held many tender women.
(Maybe a bit inappropriate?)
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While the rigid and numb face that Ovid possess did not express the pain he was suffering, the current posture of Ovid, that of lying curled on the ground certainly did.
Ovid attempted to perform his breathing routine, but due to the pain, a sharp inhale of cold air took its place.
However, deep within Ovid’s heart, he was actually somewhat joyful, like when he had stayed up for three days straight to finish his assignments. In the past thirty-odd bouts, Cai Hua had always maintained absolute control of every action taken.
Fortunately, Cai Hua was an extremely flamboyant individual, many of his actions were easy to calculate after only a few rounds, particularly so as Cai Hua limited himself to only a few abilities. Thus, after failing to make Cai Hua display any of his true abilities, Ovid eventually calculated Cai Hua’s possible actions.
Certainly, though Ovid’s hidden attack with the scabbard had been repelled by the layer of spiritual essence that always surround Cai Hua, and his body having flown back a few dozen miles by the lightest tap made by Cai Hua, the results were pretty good.
Still, the strike Cai Hua had made as a response just hurts too much, even though none of his bones were broken, the pain was impossible for a normal human to bear.
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On the wooden bed, a well-folded blanket, albeit not perfectly folded, could be seen, although it seemed slightly yellow from the use, there was no sour smell present as one would expect.
Ovid remained in a curled position, his body completely unresponsive, but he was now on the bed, rather than in a random patch of grass. It was quite clear than Cai Hua had moved him.
The minor realm does not possess any animals that were uninvited, so despite the warm and pleasant environment that mirrors the conditions of summer, there was no sound of crickets expressing their joy.
A few silver needles were jabbed into Ovid’s body in a clumsy manner, navigating his bloodstream throughout his entire body in an effort to hasten recovery.
Strangely, the pearl-sized orb that was typically stable and mild instead was much more tyrannical, releasing its mana into Ovid’s body. Combining with Ovid’s blood, a tingling feeling diffused all over his body, combined with the pain and soreness, Ovid felt a rare desire to distract himself.
Ovid shot a glance at Cai Hua, who was preparing a large tub of various precious medicines.
The usually pervert man had a different character, yet it also was not the grave expression he gave off during combat.
Instead, Cai Hua was behaving meticulous, his hands retrieving all kinds of herbs from his spatial ring, then crushing it into powder to be placed into the tub.
“Despite his bad morals, he reminds me of grandmother,” Ovid made a silent judgement.
“Be careful not to scald yourself,” Ovid said in a whisper.
Naturally, if the water touches Cai Hua’s skin, the spiritual essence surrounding his body would repel anything of threat, not to even speak of the resilience possessed by Cai Hua’s body.
“The water I used in Yang in nature, having been exposed to the most blazing of spiritual veins, its price couldn’t be imagined, not to say of the countless medicine I mixed with it… Say, cute disciple of mine, aren’t I magnanimous,” Cai Hua, sensing the bare minimums of positive feelings coming from Ovid, proclaimed in a bold manner.
Ovid stopped speaking to Cai Hua after hearing his words.
After crushing the last herb, Cai Hua waved his hand, a ripple formed and Ovid appeared in the tub. In the lukewarm conditions present in the tub, Ovid started to enter a state of trance. After an unknown amount of time passed, Ovid discovered all the liquid had entered his body and a small hint of white mana was present in his body.
Cai Hua had long returned to meditation, his body having a noticeable layer of dust gathering on the wrinkles of his clothes, resulting in Cai Hua looking similar to a statue.
Many days must have passed for dust to gather.
Ovid’s body had completely recovered, the unpleasant feelings no longer present, and the silver pearl had returned to its former tranquil state. Surprisingly, the sore feeling that was usually present after recovery could not be felt at all due to the medicine bath.
Cai Hua, discerning Ovid had woken from the state of trace created another ripple, returning Ovid back to the carriage.
Strolling on the concrete path, which had existed since the earliest days of the hospitium, Ovid returned to the main building. Seeing the owner of the inn, Ovid placed two follis onto the table and said, “Anything will suffice.”
The owner of the inn scanned Ovid from head to toe, after placing the two follis into a small compartment, she ordered one of her servants to return to the kitchen.
The servant, who was rather new on the job, whispered under her breath, “Despite her looks, she is actually a glutton, didn’t they just finished eating ten minutes ago?”