I can return to the age of mysterious

Chapter 33: 033 Saint Bath Festival_1 Chapter 33: 033 Saint Bath Festival_1 Two figures, one after the other, quickly dashed into a dark alleyway. All one could hear was the sound of rapid footsteps echoing in the narrow space.

Casio dashed around a corner in hot pursuit of the man. Suddenly, a glint of cold light flashed across his sight, a blood-streaked blade leading the way.

“Thud!”

The large man was kicked and sent flying. The sounds of his clothing rustling against the rough ground rang loudly in the air.

His face twisted in pain as he rose, first glancing at the dagger in the distance, then wiping the blood from his mouth. He promptly vaulted over a wall, disappearing into the darkness of the block.

At the street corner against the wall, Casio chose not to continue the chase, instead looking at his right forearm. His sleeve had been slashed open, revealing a palm-sized line of blood on his skin.

The seeping blood gradually dyed the adjacent cloth red.

A skin wound, it hadn’t penetrated deep into the flesh. But…

Casio quickly walked forward a few steps, picking up the silvery dagger on the ground. Its slender, slightly curved blade looked exceptionally thin and the edges were extremely smooth. Fortunately, it wasn’t poisoned.

He let out a long sigh. His formerly pounding heart slowed down as his breathing gradually returned to normal.

To become immune to a deadly poison was beyond Casio’s current physique. It would take extensive practice of the Wind Elephant Secret Martial Art to suppress and become immune to a portion of the toxins.

After all, once a toxin is introduced into the human body, it is almost inevitable for a living organism to be affected and present negative symptoms.

However, there’s an alternative. If one is unable to become immune to the poison on the weapon, then one should train their muscles and skin to be as hard as iron, impervious to any weapon’s edge. The ultimate result would be the same.

The Elephant Soul Secret Technique within the Wind Elephant Secret Martial Art comprises three different levels: Spike, Insect Bite, and Fire Wind. As a practitioner reaches each level, their physical quality would take a significant leap. But Casio had not even accomplished a third of the first level, Spike.

Even so, his physical endurance and strength had markedly improved. During the skirmish, the assassin who was half a head taller and physically bigger, had been at a disadvantage. His physical advantage had been completely overshadowed by Casio’s Elephant Soul Secret Technique training, the gap even widening in Casio’s favor.

Indeed, Casio’s muscular development could be considered superior to the large man. If he were to cultivate the Elephant Soul Secret Technique to the first level, Spike, or even the second level, Insect Bite, it’s safe to say that his body could bear the brunt of a dagger or even, perhaps, a small handgun…

He gently dusted off his hands, interrupting his train of thought. Casio pressed one hand against his wound and briskly walked away.

“Next time, I must always keep a dagger on me…” he mused.

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The next day, the sky was a brilliant blue with white clouds scattered across it. A beam of sunlight shone through a gold-rimmed crevice, making the grey rooftops and shrubbery glisten in the light.

Baichuan City, 25 Banner Street, Jessica’s Apartment.

Top floor, room facing the sunrise.

The light-blue embroidered curtain shaded most of the sunlight, with only a single streak of light piercing through a gap and casting a long rectangular golden ray on the white ceramic tiled floor, warming the brown blanket on the bed.

On the bed, lay a resolute face, eyes closed tightly. Not particularly handsome, but a strong determination was evident in his features.

Suddenly, the chirping of birds sounded from outside the window.

“Mmm?” Casio opened his eyes, looking somewhat confused.

He had been dreaming, imagining himself as the original Li Wei. In that rainy night, Finn and his two thug friends were tearing Li Chu’s clothes, while he, like a coward, cowered in the corner, trembling with each clap of thunder.

“Damnit!” Casio cursed under his breath, and sat up.

He was not the original Li Wei, he was not a coward. All the deeds that Li Wei was too cowardly to do, Casio had done in the Era of Retrospection.

Fighting! Saving his sister, then fighting again!

If it weren’t for the limitations, Casio would be eager to kill.

He always believed that one is not born into this world to be submissive. Unprecedented compromises will only push oneself to the edge of a cliff. In the Youth Training Camp incident, Casio lived the life that Li Wei longed to, he did what Li Wei yearned for the most.

And all of these were also, equally what Casio wanted to do. Even if the Era of Retrospection is just an illusion that can’t influence the history of the past, Casio still wanted to relieve it for the sake of Li Wei, Li Chu, and himself.

Of course, the premise of all this is that you have enough muscle. He earned seventy thousand federal coins yesterday, which just came in handy to buy medicinal herbs this morning.

Getting up to the window, he pulled open the curtains. Bright sunlight immediately diffused, whisking away the shadows in the white room.

He opened the window and took a breath of fresh air. The sunlight fell on the sparse green vegetation below, revealing a glossy green sheen.

Next to Jessica’s apartment was Camphor Road, with two rows of tall and vigorous trees, rustling in the wind.

At the edge of the road, five or six black sedans with upswept tails were parked. The roofs of the cars were covered with the branches and leaves that had accumulated overnight.

“Happy Saint Bath Festival!” “Happy holidays!” “…”

Downstairs, on the street. A long line of people was slowly walking towards this side, and the leading few were wearing decorative clothes characteristic of the local customs. Young and attractive women, donned with black gauze turbans each carrying a flower basket in one hand and scattering flower petals with the other.

Among the crowd following them were those holding religious symbols such as the cross, those carrying white ribbons and fresh flowers, and some playing musical instruments. In total, there were nearly a hundred people.

The residents on both sides were also welcoming with open arms, even deliberately standing in the places where the petals were being scattered, letting the white petals fall on their heads.

This is the Saint Bath Festival, a national holiday of the Hong Li Federation. Initially, it was a religious festival, but it gradually became a more comprehensive festival.

The women here sprinkle white petals on people’s heads, which is actually to mimic the process of holy water bathing the whole body, taking away sins and filth. In general, it carries a positive connotation.

Adults like it very much, and the kids love it even more.

Because on the day of the Saint Bath Festival, schools will have a day off.

Also, homework cannot be assigned on this day.

At Jessica’s Apartment, Casio quickly freshened up in the bathroom then put on his clothes and descended the stairs.

A plump old lady dressed in a floral dress came towards him. She had white hair, was wearing reading glasses, and using a walking stick.

“Good Morning Mrs. Jessica.”

Casio waved his hand. This lady was the landlady of the apartment.

“Ah …Good Morning… Mr. Dimitrios.”

It took Mrs. Jessica a while to respond, she turned her head to look at Casio’s retreating figure, seemingly pondering something.

Everyone in the apartment knew that Mrs. Jessica suffered from memory loss…

So, Casio didn’t mind what name she called him.

ps. I see many book friends responding and that really uplifted my mood. I will continue to work hard to update, and I hope everyone will visit the latest chapter more, as readership is so important now.

As you probably can tell, the pacing of this book could be slow. Like this chapter, it’s essentially about nothing much.

I just want to try and make this world as rich and real as possible, expanding a little beyond the main line. This kind of writing is indeed laborious and thankless, taking about one and a half times the amount of time I usually need to write a chapter, and after finishing I would still get blamed for dragging it out (laughs) .

But I still want to try it, perhaps it’s a compulsive disorder.

Maybe I don’t have enough skill or writing prowess. But I still want to make a best effort towards this mysterious journey, I really love Rolling Open this one.