Under Paul's pitiful pleading, the villager helplessly took out some utterly ordinary food from his basket.
The food looked somewhat like zongzi, but in reality it was just plain rice balls—merely wrapped by the villager in some unknown leaves.
The moment Paul saw the food, his eyes lit up. He hurriedly handed over a copper coin, quickly took the rice ball, and began devouring it ravenously like someone who hadn't eaten in days.
Because he ate too quickly, Paul choked. He mumbled something unclear through his stuffed mouth.
Immediately after, without hesitation, he cast water magic, sending water straight into his mouth to relieve the discomfort of choking.
This scene couldn't help but make one sigh—it was truly the wandering life of a fallen young master!
Dan Feng watched the Paul before him, a surge of pity rising in his heart.
Though Paul's behavior was somewhat wretched, he was still just a child. Dan Feng felt he could help him a little.
Thus, under Roxy's gaze, Dan Feng silently took out an Asura gold coin from his pocket and slowly walked toward Paul, who was eating.
Roxy naturally understood Dan Feng's intentions. She was long accustomed to his kindness—after all, he had initially helped her because she looked like a child.
It was well known that Dan Feng had an inexplicable concern for any child, largely due to reasons from his previous life.
Of course, this didn't apply to those whose behavior was particularly annoying.
Dan Feng walked up to Paul, crouched down, and handed him the gold coin.
Paul stared at the gold coin in his hand for a moment, then looked up at the expressionless Dan Feng in front of him.
"It's you!" A flash of delight passed through Paul's green eyes.
He quickly finished the rice ball in his hand in big bites, then hurriedly said, "Mighty adventurer! We meet again!"
"What's going on with you? Why do you look so down-and-out?" Dan Feng asked curiously, looking at Paul before him. Back in Roa, Paul had been impeccably dressed and groomed—a stark contrast to his current appearance.
"Me? Well, that's a long story. Though it's not exactly pleasant, I suppose I succeeded in my revenge, so there's nothing I can't say..."
Hearing their conversation, Roxy also grew curious. She stood beside Dan Feng, listening to Paul recount the story of his past year.
...
After Dan Feng had pointed him in the right direction that day, Paul had traveled toward the Usur territory while working as an adventurer.
His goal was the Water God Style dojo in the Usur territory. Since his Sword God Style had already reached Advanced level, further improvement required going to the Holy Land of the Sword to become a Sword Saint.
So he planned to learn all three swordsmanship styles, allowing him to maximize his talent in swordsmanship!
Thus, while adventuring, he learned some North God Style from other North God Style adventurers and smoothly reached Intermediate level.
Though it was a bit of clever trickery, such cleverness actually proved useful during adventuring.
Then, after nearly another month, he finally arrived at the Usur territory. He spent some time searching for the Water God Style dojo and successfully became a member.
With Paul's talent in swordsmanship, he was practically a prodigy.
In just a few short months, his Water God Style swordsmanship advanced by leaps and bounds, quickly surpassing the dojo master's daughter and his fellow disciples.
Because of his extraordinary talent, Paul began to grow arrogant and dismissive of everyone.
His behavior also became increasingly casual—he frequently skipped classes to flirt with other women, completely disregarding his own image and reputation.
Such conduct naturally aroused much dissatisfaction and resentment. The jealousy toward Paul grew stronger.
After all, for someone as undisciplined as Paul to possess such exceptional swordsmanship talent felt deeply unfair to them.
Thus, his fellow disciples began oppressing Paul at every turn and opposing him.
They deliberately made things difficult for him during training and mocked him sarcastically in daily life.
Sometimes they even physically attacked Paul, but since his swordsmanship was far too superior, they were no match for him one-on-one.
Even the master of the Water God Style dojo grew dissatisfied with Paul's behavior and declared that Paul must never surpass him.
In Paul's eyes, this dojo master was nothing more than an incompetent man who hid his weakness behind empty talk of spirit and philosophy.
Facing such circumstances, the resentment in Paul's heart grew day by day.
When his Water God Style swordsmanship reached Advanced level, he decided he would no longer endure it all and began secretly plotting revenge against everyone.
One late night, Paul quietly slipped out of his room.
His heart pounded fiercely. Suppressing his inner tension, he advanced step by step toward his target.
Paul had long harbored improper thoughts toward his senior sister Lilia. This wicked idea had lingered in his mind for a long time.
Tonight, he finally decided to put the plan into action—to satisfy his selfish desires while also taking revenge on Lilia.
He carefully crossed the corridor, avoiding the patrolling disciples in the dojo, and ultimately arrived at the door to Lilia's room.
He gently pushed the door open and tiptoed inside.
The room was pitch dark, with only moonlight spilling through the window onto the floor, forming patches of silvery light.
By the faint moonlight, Paul saw Lilia lying quietly on the bed, sleeping soundly.
When he reached the bedside, Lilia suddenly turned over—but she did not wake; she merely shifted position in her sleep.
Paul steadied himself and continued his plan.
He reached out and gently stroked Lilia's face, feeling her smooth skin and warm breath.
Lilia seemed to sense something; her brows furrowed slightly, but she did not wake.
Paul grew bolder. His hand began to wander restlessly, slowly undoing Lilia's nightclothes.
Lilia's body appeared faintly in the moonlight, exuding an alluring aura that further inflamed Paul's desires.
At that moment, Lilia suddenly opened her eyes. She looked at Paul in terror and tried to scream, but Paul swiftly covered her mouth.
Lilia struggled desperately, but her strength was clearly no match for Paul's.
Perhaps because Lilia had always harbored a faint, unusual fondness for Paul, her resistance was not particularly fierce.
After some struggling, she gradually gave up resisting, allowing Paul to do as he pleased—and even began to actively respond to him.
After a while, some of Paul's rationality finally returned.
He dared not linger any longer. He immediately fled the Water God Style dojo and began his life as a wanderer.
He knew this matter couldn't be hidden for long—the people of the Water God Style dojo would surely discover what had happened to Lilia and send people to hunt him down.
Thus, he fled southward without stopping, hoping to escape the pursuit.
Just as Paul had expected, upon learning what had happened to his daughter, the dojo master flew into a towering rage.
He immediately dispatched many people to search everywhere for Paul's whereabouts, vowing to slay this culprit.
Paul ran frantically onward, not daring to pause for even a moment.
Reruo: Twist his ball, Castrate him, and feed him of his own penis and balls.