MTL - The Poor Monk Cultivates a Way - Chapter 10 Inheritance of swordsmanship

“They said the world would fall without me.”“They said I was the strongest.”“Then they buried me with honors... and a blade behind my back.”Remiel St. Clair, humanity’s strongest exalt, prince of a once glorious empire, was betrayed and buried.Nine centuries later, he awakens in the body of Lucien Callastre, the second prince of a kingdom descended from his own treacherous bloodline.Stripped of powers, but not of pride, he must rebuild his lost strength and rise to power yet again to fend off the ever-growing threats of the spirits.The maw is growing.The spirits are returning.But so is he.And this time, the Exalted Prince is not dying quietly.

Fu Yu awoke from a big dream, feeling like the heavens stuffed his mouth with a pie.Everything familiar suddenly became virtual.The work kitchen, the tools he used, the colleagues he cooperated with, and the customers he faced.Everyone and everything has become walking NPCs and auxiliary tools.Daily life and work have turned into main quests that need to be completed and key clues for advancement.A customer ordered a dish of loose sautéed meat slices.Fu Yu took out a piece of fresh tenderloin: [Pork: Freshness: 90%]Held an egg in one hand: [Egg: Freshness: 85%]Heated oil in the pot, prepared starch, and got ready onions, ginger, and garlic.First frying, then stir-frying; the meat is cooked and taken out of the pot, plated and served to the customer: [Ding! Task of one portion of loose sautéed meat slices completed. Reward received: Cooking Experience +10, RMB +100, one oil-draining spatula!]As a chef constantly fed by the heavens, as long as he cooks, he levels up!

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.

Do not underestimate the act of tilling the soil. The practice of farming holds the power to command the clouds and dictate the rainfall with a mere flick of the wrist. Similarly, never undervalue the humble farmer, who might draw the gaze of stunning women, and vie for the affections of fluttering butterflies.A stunning journalist makes for a worthy companion, and even an aloof, imperious law enforcement officer could be brought to plead for mercy. A tutor? Allow me to provide additional instruction! I may appear as a regular individual, but through a stroke of fortune, I have embarked on a captivating journey, dancing amidst the wind and the clouds!