Novel & Cerita From Old Country Bumpkin To Master Swordsman Novel

MARIGOLD POV By the time the sun began to set behind the jagged peaks of the mountains, bleeding crimson across the sky like a wound, I had learned how to hold a sword without cutting my own ear off. Armano hadn’t lied. He was a patient teacher, though a brutal one. He didn't praise me; he simply corrected my stance with the tip of his boot or a sharp rap of his knuckles on my wrist. He treated me like a soldier, not a Princess, and for two glorious hours, I wasn't a bargaining chip. I was a recruit.

In front of him, some reports and grades about the students in his care, and also a list of those potential apprentices he needed to choose to attend the Immortal Apprentice Competition. "Master." Ruby came through the front door holding a tray of still steaming breakfast. Her eyes were bright and her fair face flushed slightly. There were still little remains of baby fat on her cheeks. It made her even more charming. Like a little bud of a flower, innocent and pure. She changed so much from how she was when first came to Liebu Mountain to become a sword master. Ruby was around nine or ten years old. She was very thin and covered in grime and wounds. A little kid was very pitiful to look at.

Caspian grabbed the sword core, each of them carrying a sword, fighting against the young master with extreme life. From Caspian's point of view, this battle was actually very simple. He could just kill the Young Master Desperate. Caspian slashed out with his sword. With a thought, Young Master Desperate's mind turned. Immediately, countless bronze swords blocked in front of him, turning into a bronze wall! Bang! Caspian sent many bronze swords flying, but there was no shortage of swords in the castle. Even though Caspian's Sword Dao was extraordinary, the bronze sword here was like a mountain or a sea. Now that it was controlled by Young Master Desperate's endless sea of swords, it was impo

The familiar weight settled into his grip like an old companion. For a moment he stood perfectly still, letting the quiet settle around him. Then he began. The blade moved through the air in slow, controlled arcs. Steel cut through the morning mist. Again. Again. Again. Each motion was deliberate. Measured. His breathing fell naturally into rhythm with the movement of the sword. Training had always been the only place where Adrian’s mind truly quieted. The past faded. The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background.

Whoever blocked it must be a master swordsman. “Junior master, I will handle it from here!” The master swordsman said to the thief lying on the floor, who was looking dazed. Master? What kind of master goes about stealing and killing? These and many more questions flooded the heads of Wilson and other onlookers. Common sense told Wilson to forget about it and just leave quietly, but he was enraged, too enraged to listen to his senses. He angrily shouted and shifted his sword towards the swordsman. His horizontal lash to the waist was blocked, making Wilson angrier. He swung at him again. Left, Right, diagonally, horizontally, vertically. Every move he could think of was utilized. He had neve

Namjoo whispered, “It’s not a good idea to act like a weak kid in front of the shopkeeper. He tends to scam his customers to get the maximum profit. Although he’s like that, he does have some high-quality items. He is a renowned blacksmith that knows his stuff. He just likes money too much. When he gets back, you should act carefully around him.” Yuna asked, “Is he a scary person? It didn’t seem like he could lift a sword with his scrawny figure.” Namjoo burst out laughing when she heard Yuna, “He’s far from scrawny. You must not be able to tell since he isn’t as big as the warriors of our nation. He is very strong. He may look like a clumsy weakling, but he’s far from it. He tends to be clu

His smile was calm. "That's a wise decision, Madam. Learning a new place is the best way to survive. I also did it at a very young age when I had to start getting to know the foreign world called business." "That's something only pro could do." "Am I did it good?" "Very good, Mr. Declan." "Thank you." They laughed, when in the next second, Declan's expression softening. “Are you alright? Arlo can be a bit much. He has a reputation, you know.”

Getting into my apartment, I collapses on my bed , thoroughly exhausted, Mentally and physically. Everything that happened today consumed my strength but I am glad I managed through it. It was so satisfying seeing the humiliated look on Lucy's face as she did not expect me to call her trash. I smiled when I remembered the first sword skill I have ever learnt. I planned on getting into the top twenty, then I can become the pack's official warrior. Since I was young, I have always dreamt of being a powerful warrior that protects the people, now my dream is close to becoming true.

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

That bald man scolded, “Who do you think you are? You have no right to obstruct my young master’s path! Listen up! This is Jehan White, the White family’s Young Master, one of the Creeds of the ancient martial arts world. Believe it or not, I can take your pathetic life away now!” Sure enough, this was human nature. Whether it was an ordinary urbanite or the Creed of the ancient martial arts world, there will always be such a domineering scum. People like them will always learn some bloody lessons.