Myriad Immortals

"That day, it was Li Mu from Zijintang and I who killed the Red-tailed Wolf. At least half of the treasures of that Red-tailed Wolf should belong to our Flying Eagle Martial Arts School."

Zheng Yue said smugly.

That is true.

In reality, Magistrate Zhou was the type to skim off every feather from a passing goose, so he would deduct at least 30%.

In this regard.

Whether it was the Martial Arts Association, the Purple Gold Hall, or the Sand Gang, they all turned a blind eye.

The people do not fight with the officials.

Unless it involves core interests, people generally choose to back down.

Magistrate Zhou was so generous this time.

It was somewhat unexpected that he was called Zheng Yue.

It must be because they gained even greater benefits from the campaign to suppress the Black Witch Cult.

Zheng Yue, recalling the events of the day, asked, "Junior Brother Zhong, you and that kid Jiang Li seem to have a good relationship?"

Zhong Xuan didn't hide anything: "We had drinks together before."

Zheng Yue clicked his tongue twice: "Today, everyone went to collect their credits. Jiang Li, who was in charge of settling accounts, actually took the initiative to speak up for his junior brother, pointing out that it was his junior brother who injured the Crimson-Tailed Wolf with his flying sword, and thus he received half a bottle of demon blood."

They did not pursue the matter further regarding the relationship between Zhong Xuan and Jiang Li.

His junior brother was good at making friends, which was a skill, and as his senior brother, he didn't need to interfere.

That's all.

Zheng Yue then took out a small jade bottle from his bosom.

Through the crystal-clear bottle, you can see the bright red color shimmering inside.

"Since this wolf demon blood was earned by my junior brother, it should all go to him."

Without further ado.

Zheng Yue directly shoved a bottle of Red-tailed Wolf demon blood into Zhong Xuan's arms.

He didn't even intend to tell anyone about it, lest those deputy curators get any ulterior motives and cause trouble again.

This way, it's fine as it is, you know it and I know it.

Zhong Xuan looked at the small jade bottle and felt a surge of joy.

He never expected that what he had just said casually while drunk would actually be remembered by Jiang Li.

This bottle of wolf demon blood is worth at least a hundred taels of silver!

Zheng Yue then turned his gaze back to the wolf bones: "According to the rules of our Flying Eagle Martial Arts School, 40% is mine, 30% is yours, and the remaining 30% will be put into the martial arts school's storeroom."

"I'll do whatever my senior brother says."

Zhong Xuan had no objection whatsoever.

Such a large wolf demon skeleton, getting even 30% of it would be a lot.

He only drew his sword once that day, yet he received so much; clearly, Zheng Yue was deliberately showing favoritism.

Zhong Xuan didn't know much about demonic beasts, so he asked directly, "Senior brother, what are the uses of these demonic bones?"

Zheng Yue knew that Zhong Xuan was a true peasant.

Furthermore, demonic beasts are something that only those who have mastered bone-refining martial arts can come into contact with. Many well-bred martial artists who have mastered skin-refining martial arts might not even know about them, so it's understandable that Zhong Xuan wouldn't be aware of them.

He pondered for a moment:

"This demon bone has many uses."

"Leaving aside those miscellaneous methods for now, for us martial artists, the best uses are nothing more than two paths: medicine and weapon forging."

"Its medicinal uses go without saying."

"Demon bones are hard, even stronger than refined iron, so they are excellent materials for forging armor and weapons. The sword used by our Qing Kingdom's Shu chieftain is said to be made of demon bones, and its sharpness surpasses that of divine iron."

"The other night, Junior Brother Zhong, your sword wasn't quite right for you. This wolf bone is harder than the bones of ordinary demon beasts, so it's perfect for making a sword."

Zhong Xuan's eyes lit up.

He had long had the idea of ​​changing his sword.

A good sword requires good materials first and foremost, and the craftsman's skill is secondary.

Using this demon bone as material, the sword forged from it will surely be excellent.

Seeing that Zhong Xuan was interested, Zheng Yue thought he would help him get on the horse and see him off: "Forging demon bones is not something that an ordinary blacksmith can do. At least a bone-training martial artist has that kind of strength. There are only two or three masters in our Baisha County who have this skill. I happen to be acquainted with one of them."

"Senior brother, I was also planning to make a set of light armor. If you trust me, junior brother, why don't you hand over this demon bone to me, and I'll take care of it at the same time?"

Zhong Xuan was delighted:

"How could I not trust you? I'm too grateful to my senior brother."

Nothing in the world is more frightening than having no way out.

Good masters are rare.

Even if he possesses demonic bones, without someone capable of transforming them into elixirs or weapons, he is essentially useless.

Zheng Yue helped him solve a big problem.

"Alright, I'll go find him tomorrow. Once the sword is finished, I'll send someone to inform you."

With powerful weapons, their combat strength might increase by 20% to 30%.

When you're fighting one-on-one, it's a matter of life and death.

The matter of exchanging swords has been settled.

Zhong Xuan was also pleased.

"Senior brother, I've set up a table at Zuixiang Pavilion. Shall we two brothers have a few drinks?"

Zheng Yue glanced sideways and said, "Get lost. I have been cultivating my health and temperament for many years and have long since given up drinking. If you really want to make amends, then you should properly master the third form of the Flying Eagle Nine Strikes. That would be the greatest gift you can give your senior brother."

Speaking of the middle three moves of the Flying Eagle Nine Strikes.

Zhong Xuan couldn't help but wonder:

"Senior brother, what move have you reached?"

Speaking of this, Zheng Yue's interest suddenly soared. He raised his head slightly, a hint of pride in his eyes: "The middle three forms are perfected. If I hadn't been injured back then and unable to combine them with the Eagle Seven Breathing Technique, your senior brother would have been training my tendons by now."

"!!"

Zhong Xuan was startled.

He had always known Zheng Yue was formidable, but he never imagined that he had already reached the pinnacle of bone cultivation.

It's already top-tier in the entire Baisha County.

The difference between those who train their bones can sometimes be greater than the difference between those who train their skin and those who are ordinary.

"We still need to practice."

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Zhang Mansion.

Library.

A clear, lively stream meanders around the building, and you can hear the babbling water even while sitting inside. The building is surrounded by green bamboo, making it even more vibrant.

"It's a good place to study."

Old Master Cui was led into the library by Zhang Linchun, with several students from the academy following behind him.

Seeing how much effort the Zhang family was willing to put into their studies.

Even though it still seemed a bit deliberate, Grandpa Cui still gave a compliment.

Upon hearing Master Cui's words, Zhang Linchun was overjoyed.

The father, Zhang Lie, did not appear.

Moreover, apart from him, everyone else in the Zhang family was forbidden from entering the library.

According to Zhang Lie, at this time, the greatest help to the Zhang family would be to keep them away from worldly affairs.

"Sir, this way please."

Zhang Linchun was about to lead Old Master Cui into the building.

But then Old Master Cui let out a soft "Eh?"

"Sir, what's wrong?"

Zhang Linchun asked cautiously, raising his gaze slightly in the direction Old Master Cui was looking, just in time to see the plaque above the library.

May you live a long and healthy life...

Grandpa Cui read it aloud in a low voice.

"The meaning is good, and the calligraphy is also quite good."

Grandpa Cui squinted his eyes, savoring the moment.

Several students from the academy thought that Master Cui was judging characters, but only Cui Yi, a girl who knew her grandfather's temperament well, knew that although her grandfather was very learned, his handwriting was ugly, so it could not possibly be judging characters.

They were looking at things beyond the words.

Old Master Cui stroked his beard and laughed heartily: "Linchun, who is the one who carved these words?"