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John pushed open the basement door, his back hunched as he directed a nearby servant to bring out the potions inside. He had lost count of how many times he had jumped into the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss over the past few days, along with various other TikTok dances. All he knew was that all the materials had been exchanged for stacks of healing potions.
"Iman, come over here and help me with my back," he called out.
Iman stepped forward, using a spell to naturally ease John's fatigue.
"Someone get me something to eat! I need some sweets!" John demanded.
With a satisfied grunt, he rubbed his chin as he enjoyed a dessert and three large bowls of noodles, finally filling his stomach. Looking out at the dark sky, he wondered why the night felt so long. The last time he had entered the basement, it was night; now it was still night.
"Damn, how long have I been in this basement?"
Iman quickly chimed in, "My lord, you’ve been in the basement for four days. Would you like me to have someone heat water for a bath to help you relax?"
John had no intention of bathing. He pulled Iman close, whispering in his ear, "Go find the lady; I want a two-on-one."
He exhaled softly, warm breath brushing against Iman's ear.
Iman immediately melted at John's feet, responding softly with a sigh.
On the second floor, two thousand words were omitted.
Descending the stairs alone, John thought about how nothing could break the land that wasn’t meant to be tilled and how even the hardest-working ox could be exhausted. His transcendent body was incredibly powerful; taking on two opponents was effortless. He even considered whether he should try taking on three next time.
After all, he possessed both the Wu Xun Family and More Children, More Blessings traits. It was time to expand his family. He realized that if he entered Transcendence, he could live to be around one hundred and ten years old. If he started having children now, even in the worst-case scenario where his child reached Transcendence at thirty, he would be able to rely on them to establish a powerful family by the time he was ten.
Just thinking about it made him feel like he was working hard for his own creation—John Stephen. The pressure was immense; tonight would be a busy one.
Leaving his residence through the stairs, he gestured for the servants not to follow him and stepped outside alone. He passed by the militia still training but chose not to disturb them, instead following a small path toward the blacksmith's dwelling.
He headed toward a thatched-roof house emitting dark smoke—the Blacksmith Shop.
Das lay comfortably in his chair, watching the apprentice forge an Iron Sword nearby. With an unlimited supply of Iron Ingots to help him hone his skills, and the techniques he had stealthily learned in the Mine, he might not be able to create exceptional weapons, but he could certainly produce Iron Swords and Iron Spears for the Serf Soldiers.
Especially with his Dear Wife by his side, Das felt even more motivated. Over these days, he had trained three apprentices, and as the Governor, Kevin Qi rewarded him with a Female Slave and three gold coins in accordance with John's orders.
As he enjoyed being fed by his wife, Das secretly rejoiced: Ha! Even the Lord's life isn't much better than mine.
Das was contemplating that once his apprentices became proficient, he would seek out a young and beautiful wife. Just then, he caught sight of John approaching and was startled. He quickly stood up.
"My lord, your presence graces us!" Das said with a fawning smile, hurriedly signaling the somewhat foolish woman beside him to kneel in respect. He then scrambled to John’s feet like a Dachshund, attempting to kiss the polished Leather Boots.
John sidestepped, as this was a customary gesture in the area. If John avoided it, others would surely think he believed Das lacked loyalty.
"Continue teaching these apprentices how to forge well. I will take a stroll around," John instructed casually, ignoring the astonished or sycophantic gazes around him. Instead, his attention was drawn to the hammer and Anvil placed nearby.
John walked over to the hammer, firmly grasping its handle with his right hand while picking up a pair of tongs with his left to hold a glowing red Iron Ingot.
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