Chapter 89: Gravity, Speed

On the seventh day, you could no longer feel your own strength. You merely swung the hammer numbly, without any distracting thoughts in your heart.

Until the red-hot iron block was smashed into an iron sword.

Your face lit up with joy, and your voice was hoarse as you said, “Done!”

With a thud, you collapsed to the ground and passed out.

The moment you fell, the blacksmith, who had been sleeping for a long time, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at you.

Where am I?

You gradually woke up, feeling completely powerless, as if you had been hollowed out.

“Big Brother, you’re awake.”

By the bedside, Little Nannan opened her big eyes and looked at you.

Seeing you awake, a smile appeared on her face. “Big Brother, wait here. I’ll go call the Old Village Chief.”

You watched Little Nannan run out of the room, somewhat dazed.

Then, you actually let out a bitter laugh. My body is at the half-step Spirit Transformation stage, and yet I actually hammered iron until I passed out!

“Awake? How do you feel?”

The Old Village Chief entered the room with the blacksmith and Little Nannan.

“Aside from feeling completely powerless, everything else is pretty much fine.”

You scratched your head, a little embarrassed.

“Not bad, kid. I acknowledge you.”

The blacksmith said in a muffled voice.

“Thank you for your recognition, Senior.”

“Alright, rest for the next couple of days. Once you’ve recovered enough, go find the chicken farmer.”

The Old Village Chief instructed you, then left with the other two, leaving you alone to recuperate in peace.

Two days later, you arrived at the chicken farmer’s doorstep. Seeing the woman feeding the chickens, you greeted her.

“Ma’am, the Village Chief told me to come find you.”

“Bah, who’s your ma’am?”

The chicken farmer glanced at you sideways.

You scratched your head awkwardly and tried again. “Big Sister!”

“Hmph, come in.”

Only then did the chicken farmer’s expression improve a little.

The moment you stepped through the chicken farmer’s door, a massive gravity pressed you straight down onto the ground, leaving you unable to move.

Your face was pressed tightly against the mud in the yard.

“You can’t even stand up, and you want to feed chickens?”

The chicken farmer glanced at you, shook her head, and left you there, returning to her room.

With your physical strength erupting fully, you forced yourself to raise your head and guaranteed to the chicken farmer, “I can definitely stand up!”

You placed both hands on the ground, gathered all your strength into your wrists, and through sheer force pushed your entire body up.

You slowly crawled to your feet, stood there, and after adjusting for a moment, took one step forward.

In the next instant, the massive gravity pressed you to the ground again. Once more, you lay there, unable to move.

“Cluck, cluck, cluck!”

A few chicks ran onto your body and began pecking around.

Your hands shot out to grab the chicks on your body, but the chicks dodged nimbly.

Then, a chick directly perched on your head and pooped!

You were furious. You struggled to your feet, but before you could do anything, you were pressed to the ground again.

On the seventh day, you had adapted to the gravity of the chicken farmer’s yard and could barely move around freely.

The chicken farmer walked out of her room, tossed you a bag of grain, and said, “Feed the chickens, then catch them and put them in the cages.”

You began feeding the chickens, and you discovered that the grain these chickens ate was exactly the wheat you had cut before!

Unlike you, these chickens ate wheat that had not been cooked.

You grabbed a handful of wheat and placed it in your palm. Soon, a chick came over. Seizing the moment when the chick pecked at the wheat in your hand, you suddenly reached out, wanting to grab the chick in one go.

You failed. The chick’s speed far exceeded your imagination. Not only did it escape your grasp, it also ate every last bit of the wheat in your hand!

On the tenth day, through your unremitting efforts, you finally caught one chick and successfully locked it in a cage.

You saw hope, and your motivation was abundant.

In the first month, you caught every last chick in the yard.

The chicken farmer opened her door, looked at your bedraggled appearance, and could not help but laugh out loud.

“Look at the state of you. Alright, go back and clean yourself up.”

You felt as if a great weight had been lifted, and walked out of the yard.

Instantly, you felt your entire body suddenly lighten, as if you were about to float away.

You used spiritual power to wash yourself clean, then headed toward the Old Village Chief’s house.

With one step, you appeared ten meters away.

You were instantly startled. You had not used any techniques for that step; you had relied purely on your body’s instincts.

If it had been the old you, there was no way you could have had such absurd speed. You knew all of this was due to the effects of that insane gravity!

You began to look forward to it. If you could move as swiftly as if flying under that kind of gravity, then once you came out, what level would your speed reach?

“Village Chief.”

You arrived at the Old Village Chief’s doorstep. Seeing the Old Village Chief sitting at the entrance, you bowed and greeted him.

You knew that all these days of training had been arranged by the Village Chief.

You could feel your own strength increasing, so you felt gratitude toward the Old Village Chief. Added to the fact that the Old Village Chief had saved your life, you grew even more respectful of him.

“Mm, you’re back.”

The Old Village Chief nodded and casually asked, “How do you feel?”

“Very good!”

“Do you need to rest?”

“No need. Whatever other training methods there are, just arrange them!”

Your gaze was firm. You did not want to miss out on a method that could increase your strength.

“Then take up a sickle and go cut wheat in the Wheat Field.”

“If you have any questions, go ask the two people in the Wheat Field.”

The Old Village Chief reminded you.

You slung the basket onto your back, picked up the sickle, and entered the Wheat Field.

“Oh, young man, haven’t seen you in a few days. Back to cut wheat again?”

In the Wheat Field, a woman who was cutting wheat greeted you when she saw you.

“Good morning, Ma’am.”

You were very polite.

The wheat cutter stood up, waved the sickle in her hand, and laughed. “Want to learn from me how to cut wheat?”

“Yes!”

Your eyes lit up, and you hurried over.

“Cutting wheat requires technique.”

“The stalks are soft. If you harvest with brute force, you’ll only tire yourself out for nothing.”

“So, you need to learn to concentrate your strength in one spot, and move a little faster, and then you can cut it through.”

After explaining the technique, the wheat cutter grabbed a handful of wheat and demonstrated for you.

Your gaze was fixed dead on the sickle in the wheat cutter’s hand. Before you could even see clearly what had happened, the wheat was cut clean through at the waist.

“Young man, did you see clearly?”

“Ma’am, could you demonstrate one more time?”

“Fine, I’ll demonstrate one last time. This time, you’d better watch carefully!”

Your eyes shone. The Martial Dao Heavenly Eye opened, and the speed of the wheat cutter’s sickle swings slowed in your vision.