Sweeping Through Martial Arts: My Clone's Extraordinary Talent

"Senior Brother Shen, how could a dignified county magistrate associate with a Taoist priest?"

After leaving the county government office, Feng Hao couldn't help but ask.

Shen Han was also very puzzled by this. Judging from the aura emanating from that Daoist Xuan Yangzi, it was obvious that he was a martial artist, and his cultivation level was only higher than his level!

"We doctors shouldn't worry about so much."

Shen Han waved his hand, took out five taels of silver, and said, "Here, Brother Feng Hao, this is your silver."

Feng Hao exclaimed in surprise, "So many?"

According to the rules of the medical clinic, doctors could receive half of the fees collected from outpatient consultations. Magistrate He gave him twenty taels of silver, ten taels of which were handed over to the clinic, and the two men split the remaining ten taels.

Feng Hao never expected that Shen Han would split the silver evenly! Five taels of silver was his monthly salary for two and a half months as an apprentice!

"Take it; you deserve it."

"I……"

Feng Hao gritted his teeth.

Having accepted the money, he had already decided in his heart that he would be devoted to Shen Han!

Back at the clinic, it wasn't long before it was time to finish work.

Shen Han went to the accounting office to collect his monthly doctor's allowance of twenty taels. Combined with the five taels he already had, he was now a wealthy man with twenty-five taels of silver.

This would have been unimaginable just two weeks ago.

"Young Doctor Shen!"

Just as he was about to go to the guard team, Zhan Chaoyang came directly to him.

Zhan Chaoyang grabbed Shen Han and said, "Come on, we got our monthly pay today, I'll treat you to a meal at Tianxiang Restaurant."

Tianxianglou is one of the top restaurants in Sanhe County.

The two sat down in the private room.

Zhan Chaoyang was very hospitable and ordered a table full of good wine and dishes.

"Young Doctor Shen, come, let me toast you with this cup of wine."

Zhan Chaoyang raised his glass. "You saved my uncle last time, and I haven't had a chance to thank you yet. Please don't take offense."

He was referring to the story of how Shen Han's silver needles cured Chi Qingshan.

"Guard Zhan, you're too kind."

Shen Han quickly replied, "I just happened to see a similar case in a medical book, which is how I learned how to treat it."

Zhan Chaoyang said, "No, no, you can't say that. These days, your clinic number thirteen is packed with people."

The eyes of the masses are discerning, so there's no need for modesty.

"By the way, Dr. Shen, it's been almost a month. How's your breathing technique coming along?"

This is exactly what Shen Han wanted to say.

Upon hearing this, Shen Han put down his chopsticks, reached into his robes, and pulled out the "Breathing Technique" manual: "I have no talent in martial arts, so I'll return this manual to Guard Zhan."

"It's alright, it's alright. The path of martial arts is inherently very difficult, and it has nothing to do with effort. It's normal not to succeed."

Zhan Chaoyang sighed inwardly; it was just as he had predicted.

Shen Han then said, "Guard Zhan, now that we've come this far, I'd like to ask you for some advice."

"What?"

"If someone continuously practices the breathing technique, can their cultivation level keep rising until they reach the Flesh Refining Realm?"

"I can't do it!"

Why?

Shen Han filled Zhan Chaoyang's wine glass.

Zhan Chaoyang said seriously, "Cultivation techniques and secret manuals are divided into levels. You can't reach a high level of cultivation with low-level techniques."

Take this "Breathing Technique" for example; if you use it to cultivate, you can at most reach the Skin Refining Realm.

To break through the flesh-refining barrier, a better cultivation method is necessary.

So that's where the problem lies. No wonder my clone practiced the breathing technique for ten whole days without any effect... Shen Han thought to himself.

Since the secret manuals are graded, the herbal decoctions should be similar.

The Qi and Blood Soup is only suitable for consumption before reaching the Skin Refining Realm. Once you reach the Skin Refining Realm, the Qi and Blood Soup will have almost no effect.

In other words, not only should the exercise method be changed, but the herbal medicine should also be changed.

You don't need to buy the herbs for Qi and Blood Decoction!

Shen Han made a decision in secret.

"Young Doctor Shen, to be honest, my cultivation has been stuck at the Skin Refining Realm because I lack a suitable cultivation method."

"Does Guardian Zhan have any other martial arts techniques or secret manuals?"

"Of course not..."

Zhan Chaoyang patiently explained again.

Because the growth of cultivation level is closely related to cultivation techniques, cultivation manuals have always been treasures of major sects and forces, and are rarely circulated on the market.

Advanced martial arts manuals, in particular, are priceless treasures.

"Young Doctor Shen, if you study medicine diligently, your future will surely be brighter than mine!"

Zhan Chaoyang raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp.

The meal lasted until late at night.

During the meal, Zhan Chaoyang opened up and told Shen Han many interesting anecdotes about Sanhe County.

Shen Han silently kept in mind things especially related to the martial arts world.

That Black Wind Stronghold could only be considered a mid-level power.

The three major forces that truly divided up the county's territory were known as "one hall and two gangs".

One Hall: The Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall in the county town.

Two gangs: the Black Dragon Gang and the Green Robe Gang outside the county town.

The leaders of the three major forces, having reached the Bone Refining Realm, were absolute behemoths in the county, and no one dared to provoke them. As for sects like Black Wind Stronghold, they could barely hold their heads up in front of these three major forces.

"It seems I need to find a way to obtain a new cultivation technique..."

After leaving Tianxiang Tower, Shen Han walked in the night.

"Right now, let alone the three major powers, I can't even deal with Black Wind Stronghold."

We must become stronger as soon as possible and have the ability to protect ourselves.

Only by gaining great power can one have a place in this world!

But where can I find the secret manuals for this martial arts technique?

He took out the bronze mirror.

The reflection in the mirror lay there, doing nothing.

There's no need to practice the breathing techniques anymore, and my medical skills and basic boxing techniques are already perfected, so it's only natural for me to take a break.

"Um?"

Suddenly, a faint smell of blood wafted from afar.

Shen Han immediately became more vigilant.

Just then, there was a gap at the corner of the alley next to him, so he quickly put away the bronze mirror and slipped inside.

Soon, two burly men walked side by side about ten feet ahead.

One of them held a stick, and the other held a knife.

The burly man holding the stick carried a black burlap sack on his back.

Shen Han held his breath and silently watched the two of them, with no intention of causing any trouble.

"Ma Qian, where exactly is that thing?"

The burly man with the knife spoke in a low voice.

Ma Qian snorted, "What do I know! Niu Kun, that thing is not something we can touch. We, the Qiankun Rats, are just following orders."

As he spoke, he tightened the sack on his back with a stick.

Niu Kun then said, "It's just a broken brick, what use is it to a bird egg?"

"You're asking me? Who should I ask?"

Ma Qian strode forward, "Besides, that guy was stubborn and refused to reveal where the bricks were hidden. There was nothing we could do. Fortunately, we managed to tie him up and take him back, so we can at least report back."

Niu Kun patted the long knife in his hand: "I hope that this time, Steward Liu can give us brothers a little more reward money so that we can go to Miaoyufang and eat and drink well."

"Haha, you're still thinking about your little peach blossom, aren't you?"

"Ma Qian, isn't your Xianxian'er the same?"

As they passed by Shen Han's hiding place, the two rats from Qiankun got more and more excited and even let out a wild, unrestrained laugh.

Gudu!

No sooner said than done, and by sheer coincidence, a round object suddenly fell out of the sack on Ma Qian's back.

The thing bounced and rolled right up to Shen Han's feet.

Head!

Shen Han was immediately startled.

Although the night was extremely dark, he could recognize that it was a man's head!