The immortal body is called Teevat

The night gradually deepened, the moon stood high in the sky, emitting bright moonlight, leaving a faint illumination for passers-by.

Wu Cheng kept staring at the crackling campfire and did not go into the tent to sleep because there was really no need for him to do so since he was immortal.

He glanced around and found that except for the people who were on night watch, almost everyone was asleep. He suddenly thought, shouldn't he use this boring time to practice martial arts and increase his strength?

Wu Cheng felt that now was a good time to practice martial arts, so he looked around the terrain and environment. Wu Cheng chose a piece of grass not far from the camp and prepared to start practicing martial arts.

Wu Cheng called out Weili: "Weili, we have time now and we have even found a place. Come and teach me martial arts."

Wei Li replied to Wu Cheng in a rather impatient voice: "I know, we are not in a hurry, why are you in a hurry?"

Wu Cheng did not complain about what Wei Li said because he was a student. Instead, he asked with unusual eagerness, "Then where should we start, Master Vakaros?"

Willy was very pleased with Wu Cheng calling him Lord Vakaros, and she couldn't help but feel much better. It seemed that this human finally acknowledged my strength.

Wei Li said in a gratified tone: "Human, since you said so, then choose a weapon that you are good at. After all, it is unlikely for you as a human to be proficient in multiple weapons. It is enough to be proficient in one."

"Please tell me how to choose a weapon that I am good at. I don't have any foundation in martial arts."

"That's easy. I'll use blood to transform a dozen weapons that I'm proficient in into your right hand. Just use your own understanding to perform a few tricks. I'll see what you're suitable for. Do you understand?"

"Got it, got it, let's get started! I'm already looking forward to what my life weapon will be."

"The term natal weapon is quite appropriate. Let's begin, human."

Afterwards, bright red blood continued to flow from Wu Cheng's right hand. These liquids intertwined and gradually gathered into a one-handed sword, which was firmly held in Wu Cheng's hand.

Seeing that the one-handed sword had already condensed, Wei Li said, "It's already condensed. Try to swing it a few times, human. Let's see."

Relying on his memory from reading martial arts novels and watching martial arts TV dramas, Wu Cheng imitated their movements to perform a few one-handed sword moves. In Weili's opinion, Wu Cheng's moves were quite funny and fancy.

At this time, Wei Li's rather dissatisfied voice was heard: "The one-handed sword barely has some talent, but it has too many fancy features. Try the next weapon."

Afterwards, the blood one-handed sword immediately turned from an extremely solid blood sword into a red liquid, and the blood-red liquid seemed to evaporate from the earth and disappeared from the world.

Afterwards, the blood-red blood condensed into a spear in Wu Cheng's hand, but the two moves Wu Cheng made were not as good as the one-handed sword. Wei Li could only let him try the next weapon.

But it seemed that after playing with the one-handed sword a few times, there were no more moves worth watching. Although Wu Cheng used more than ten different weapons, he had no other weapon talents to show off.

Willy said helplessly, "I didn't expect that you, human, have almost no talent except for the one-handed sword. And if the last weapon I master doesn't work after trying it, then you can only practice the one-handed sword."

Wu Cheng replied calmly: "Yeah, I see. I think practicing one-handed sword is actually pretty good."

Weili didn't waste any words and continued to use her blood to create a weapon in Wu Cheng's right hand. When the weapon was formed, Wu Cheng took a look and saw that it was a sickle.

Wu Cheng suddenly felt a sense of uneasiness in his heart, which might be a sixth sense.

Wu Cheng looked at the sickle in his hand. The sickle was bright red with only a large wide blade hanging on it.

After looking at the sickle, Wu Cheng thought to himself, "It looks like it! Very similar. If there were two more blades at the bottom, it would look even more similar."

Willy said to him, "Human, why are you hesitating? I have to warn you, this sickle has blades on both sides, so be careful not to hurt yourself."

"Willie, you don't have to worry about this at all, because I am immortal."

Wei Li was not optimistic about Wu Cheng's talent in using the sickle, so she said perfunctorily: "Oh, I forgot that you are an immortal guy. Hurry up and use the sickle twice. After you are done, I will teach you how to use the one-handed sword."

Wu Cheng tightly grasped the sickle with both hands, took a deep breath and started to play with the sickle. But for some reason, while Wu Cheng made other weapons have a kind of campus network beauty, he was particularly smooth and easy to use when using the sickle.

Wu Cheng first slashed the air diagonally with the inner blade of the sickle, and then thrust forward with the outer blade of the sickle, which he had just slashed diagonally and had not yet retracted.

Then he quickly gripped the sickle and spun the outer edge of the sickle outward in circles, creating a blood-red circle of death.

Then Wu Cheng threw the sickle out while it was spinning continuously. The sickle continued to spin rapidly in the air due to inertia until almost all of the blade was deeply embedded in the trunk of a relatively thick tree.

Only at this time did Wu Cheng stop using the sickle. His movements were very skillful, without any delay, and revealed a primitive aura of killing.

Wu Cheng's smooth use of the sickle stunned Weili. This human must be a monster, using the sickle in one way or another.

"Human, you're not lying to me, are you? The way you use the sickle doesn't look like you haven't practiced before."

Wu Cheng was in a depressed mood. Why was he able to use the sickle so smoothly? It turned out that he came to this world of Teyvat to buy immortality and get sickle mastery. He was also able to perform smooth little combos. Could it be that he could not defy fate?

Wu Cheng replied rather disappointedly: "You believe me, this is really my talent, then the sickle is what I am most proficient in now, and you want to teach me how to use the sickle, right?"

Willy answered confidently, "Of course. In my opinion, although you wield the sickle very smoothly, some of your movements can be simplified and improved to make your use of the sickle more lethal and threatening."

Wu Cheng said rather frustratedly: "Well, start teaching me how to use the sickle now, so that it will be more lethal and threatening."

"Human, why are you depressed? I know you want to learn the one-handed sword, but it's okay. After you have thoroughly mastered the sickle, I will teach you the one-handed sword martial arts."

Wu Cheng didn't want to answer this question directly. He was still sighing that it was hard to defy fate, so he said perfunctorily: "I'm not depressed. Start teaching me how to use the sickle."

Weili could tell that Wu Cheng's words were perfunctory, but she still earnestly taught Wu Cheng how to increase his attack speed and simplify his moves.

Just like that, after repeated training, a flash of orange light on the horizon tore through the darkness and brought light back to Teyvat.

Weili was teaching Wu Cheng to practice with the sickle until dawn. However, because Wu Cheng was immortal, he did not feel tired at all and even forgot about the rapid passage of time.

At this time, a red-haired figure holding a big sword in one hand appeared on the grass. Seeing Wu Cheng practicing martial arts here so early, the person was quite surprised and asked, "Are you practicing martial arts?"