Legend of the Great Sage

the food rapidly and converting it to energy before delivering it to the various parts of his body.

A series of cheers even gradually arose in the restaurant.
“Young hero Li sure is valiant!” “What young hero? It’s sheriff.
With a hero like sheriff Li protecting us, do we still have to be afraid of any bandits or criminals?”

A single person ate while a group of people watched and cheered him on.
Even Li Qingshan himself found this to be rather strange.
He knew his table manners were nowhere close to being any good.
Before these aristocrats, who lived lavishly and emphasised on appearance, he could definitely be labelled as a ‘country bumpkin’ or a ‘starving ghost’.

However, most of these praises were actually sincere.
If an ordinary person had eaten so much, they would have been drowned out by gazes of scorn a long time ago, but Li Qingshan was no ordinary person.
Instead, he was someone powerful who had rampaged through two major organisations of Qingyang.
Everyone’s evaluation of him immediately underwent a one-eighty, describing him as magnanimous and domineering.

Li Qingshan stuffed himself as the alcohol and dishes were delivered in a constant stream.
Only after three tables of food did he finally stop.

It was late, so everyone dispersed.
There were people who automatically arranged a dwelling for him.
He had been allocated quite a large courtyard within Qingyang city.

Even he himself had no idea how much alcohol he had drunk.
With his body size and alcohol tolerance, he felt rather drunk.
As soon as he returned to his courtyard, he collapsed on the bed and mumbled, “Xiao An.” before falling asleep.
He slept extremely soundly.
If it were not for Xiao An’s presence, he would have never been bold enough to drink and sleep so freely.
He would be forced to be on his guard constantly.

This was the terrifying aspect after becoming a target for everyone.
If this continued for long periods of times, no matter how great your martial arts were, your mind would deteriorate and become exhausted, making it even more impossible to practise abilities or martial arts.

Xiao An carefully took off his shoes and clothes, placing him in bed and covering him with a blanket as if it were a holy procedure.
After, he held onto his sword as he sat by the bedside like a guard.
Perhaps Li Qingshan’s actions that night managed to scare away a lot of people, or perhaps there were still gazes observing in the darkness, but Li Qingshan slept soundly that night.
Not a single tactless person disturbed him.

He slept all the way until late morning.
Only then did he truly recover from his exhaustion from constant battling and slaughter.
He sat on his bed in a daze for a while, thinking back to the dream he had that night.
It was no longer a dream that reminisced his past life, but a new dream.
As for the details? He could not recall any of it.

As he sat there in a daze, Xiao An placed a pan of water before him.
Li Qingshan thanked him before lowering his head and looking in the pan, “Hmm? I seem to have gotten skinnier!” Touching his face, he had indeed grown skinnier.
He had been eating constantly in the mountains, and after achieving the strength of an ox, his body had become visibly sturdy.
His face had filled up as well, no longer as thin as before.
He had been brimming with energy and was as fit as an ox.

Was it because I exhausted myself too much over the past two days? He muttered to himself inside.
He plunged his head into the water and drew it out again, and his mind immediately cleared up.
“Let’s go, it’s time to train!”

The courtyard’s location was rather remote, so it was very quiet.
And, it was expansive as well, so it was suitable for practising martial arts.
It suited Li Qingshan’s tastes very much.
When he walked out from the building, he discovered that the snow had already stopped at a certain time while he slept.
The winter sunlight landed on the snowy ground, shining brightly.

Li Qingshan arrived beneath the sun after treading through the snow and yawned.
All he saw when he looked back was Xiao An remaining within the shadows, afraid to take a step out of the door.