21: Nine Revolutions Longevity Technique

“Yes, I killed him,” Chen Heng replied indifferently.

From Chen Heng's tone, killing the Second Master of the White Tiger Hall seemed no different from killing a chicken.

“This is troublesome,” Chen Fugui sighed, but didn't know what to say.

“Don't worry, I'll handle everything.”

Chen Heng wasn't worried about the White Tiger Hall's issues at all.

If the White Tiger Hall only had this much strength, Chen Heng alone could wipe out their entire family.

“Son, come with me to the Mu Family tomorrow,” Chen Fugui temporarily dropped the topic of the White Tiger Hall.

No matter what, the White Tiger Hall was just a Mortal Gang.

As long as they weren't demons or monsters, Chen Fugui wasn't too worried.

“What are we going to the Mu Family for?” Chen Heng looked up and asked.

After his Optimization count refreshed tonight, he still needed to Cultivate his Internal Skill.

“We can't just live off our savings, can we?” Chen Fugui put down his chopsticks and gestured to the large courtyard.

“So, your father plans to start a business in Qiyang City.”

“The Mu Family is one of the biggest merchant houses in Qiyang City, and building a good relationship with them will make things easier for us.”

“Moreover, that girl from the Mu Family is quite pretty; we can see if we can find you a good marriage.”

Chen Heng frowned; he didn't have any thoughts of starting a family for now.

“Father, I can accompany you to the Mu Family, but please don't mention marriage again.”

Chen Heng's tone was serious, and he looked at Chen Fugui very earnestly.

“Alright, alright, we'll talk about it then,” Chen Fugui didn't mind; if it worked out, great, if not, then so be it.

“This trip is just to get acquainted; having more friends is a good thing.”

“Understood,” Chen Heng casually ate a few more bites of rice before putting down his bowl and chopsticks.

“I'm going back to Cultivate Martial Skill.”

With that, Chen Heng walked towards his small courtyard.

“Master,” Jing Fan looked at Chen Heng's retreating figure, then at Chen Fugui.

“I know what you want to ask,” Chen Fugui ate his meal unhurriedly.

“Don't worry about the White Tiger Hall. Since Heng'er said he can solve it, trust him.”

“As for the marriage with the Mu Family, if Heng'er doesn't want it, there's nothing I can do.”

“He's grown up now, and all I can do is fully support him.”

“Eat, eat. After dinner, I need to go see my eldest daughter.”

“I haven't seen her in so long, I've missed my daddy so much.”

“I missed daddy too!” Chen Qi'er playfully pouted at Chen Fugui...In the courtyard, Chen Heng was practicing the White Tiger Geng Metal Saber over and over again.

He found that not only could the Optimization count improve Martial Skill levels, but mechanical, repetitive practice could too.

However, the Indestructible Vajra Divine Art could not be improved through simple practice.

The Realm that this Cultivation Technique could reach was basically fixed, and Chen Heng had forcibly increased its Realm through Optimization.

After Chen Heng practiced the White Tiger Geng Metal Saber sixteen times, it was already midnight.

【Today's Optimization is ready】

With the System's prompt, Chen Heng put down the black fiend blade.

“Come on, let me see what Internal Skill is all about.”

Taking out the Nine Revolutions Longevity Art that dropped from the dwarf in the Ghost Corpse Temple, Chen Heng clicked Optimization.

The Nine Revolutions Longevity Art turned into fragments and disappeared into the air.

Opening his system backpack, a brand new book appeared in Chen Heng's sight.

【Nine Revolutions Longevity Art: The Cultivation Technique is divided into nine layers and nine revolutions. Each revolution can extend life by sixty years. After nine revolutions, one can gain eight hundred years of life and greatly enhance the cultivator's body's healing ability】

“Eight hundred years of life!?” Chen Heng's eyes widened, somewhat disbelieving that this Internal Skill was so powerful.

Eight hundred years of life, a full eight hundred years.

In this world where the average lifespan was only forty-six or forty-seven, eight hundred years of life was simply unimaginable.

Without any hesitation, Chen Heng directly learned the Nine Revolutions Longevity Art.

Unlike the pain of learning Martial Skills before.

Learning the Nine Revolutions Longevity Art made Chen Heng feel like his entire body was soaking in a hot spring, completely relaxed.

Not only was there no discomfort, but Chen Heng almost groaned in pleasure.

【Nine Revolutions Longevity Art has been successfully learned, current Realm: First Revolution】

Chen Heng opened his eyes and immediately smelled an extremely terrible stench.

A large amount of foul-smelling clotted blood oozed from his seven orifices and pores.

Unable to stand the stench, Chen Heng quickly took a cold shower.

After washing away the foul-smelling substances from his body, Chen Heng discovered that the changes in him were immense.

His physique became more proportionate, but he didn't look weak.

Fine muscle lines displayed the terrifying strength of his body.

His skin was fair with a reddish tint, even more delicate than most young girls'.

But beneath this delicacy was a hardness like steel.

Clenching his fist, Chen Heng's forearm instantly thickened by a circle, and earthworm-like blood vessels writhed beneath his skin.

“My muscles have been compressed...”

Chen Heng roughly felt his current state; his strength was slightly less than before the compression.

However, Chen Heng could control this compression himself.

If he wanted to, he could instantly transform into that two-meter-tall muscular strongman.

“This is also good; it makes me less conspicuous when I go out.” Chen Heng was very satisfied with this new ability.

Not only that, Chen Heng also found that the Realm of his White Tiger Geng Metal Saber had changed from Proficient to Minor Achievement!

“I wonder what it will be like to Optimize after reaching Perfection.”

After adapting to his new body for a while, Chen Heng took out the remaining two items from the dwarf.

A bottle of foul-smelling Medicinal Pill and a map.

Oh, and the items that dropped from the zombie earlier.

Placing these three items on the table and examining them for a moment, Chen Heng decisively set aside the Medicinal Pill and the items from the zombie.

The Medicinal Pill smelled too strong; he didn't dare to put it in his mouth.

This wasn't something that had been System Optimized; what if he died suddenly after eating it?

And the items that dropped from the zombie looked too strange.

They were clearly crystals, yet they were still pulsating like a heart.

Currently, the only thing Chen Heng could understand was the map, which seemed to mark a tomb.

And to open the gate of that tomb, he would have to use the soul suppressing bell in Chen Heng's hand.

“No wonder...”

Chen Heng immediately understood why the dwarf had chased him for over a hundred li.

Unfortunately, the map didn't say what was in the tomb.

It only marked the location and name of the tomb.

The Hundred Corpse Tomb, located northwest of the Great Liang capital.

“Forget it, I'll put it aside for now.” Chen Heng had no immediate plans to go to the Hundred Corpse Tomb.

From the name, it didn't sound like a safe place; he'd better wait until he became stronger.

Putting these three items away, Chen Heng covered himself with his small quilt and went to sleep.

Actually, with his current physical fitness, it didn't matter whether he used a quilt or not.

But not covering his belly button always felt uncomfortable.

In fact, it was just a habit ingrained in his genes that he couldn't change in a short time.

The night passed quickly.

The next morning, Chen Heng, served by Xiao He, washed up, dressed, and came to the dining table.