7: Horse-Slaying Saber Technique

Chen Heng glanced at Chen Fugui's retreating figure and said nothing.

He was no longer worried about his safety.

With the Optimization ability, he only needed a few days to easily resolve this crisis.

"Let's go, time to rest."

Chen Heng walked towards his courtyard, with Xiao He drowsily trailing behind him.

That night was exceptionally quiet, the entire Chen Family Courtyard was silent.

Early the next morning, as soon as Chen Heng opened his eyes, he saw Xiao He standing by his bed.

She was holding a bowl of warm meat porridge.

"Young Master, you're awake! I cooked this porridge for you." Xiao He scooped a spoonful, blew on it, and offered it to Chen Heng.

"..."

It was hard to imagine what kind of life the original owner of this body lived before.

Although Chen Heng greatly disdained this extravagant life of a wealthy landlord,

since he was here, he might as well enjoy it~

Chen Heng naturally opened his mouth, and Xiao He poured the meat porridge from the spoon into it.

"Pfft!" The moment the meat porridge entered his mouth, Chen Heng felt as if a firecracker had exploded inside.

It instantly detonated.

"Xiao He..." Chen Heng called out to the flustered Xiao He, took the handkerchief from her hand, and wiped his mouth.

"Tell me, did you pour the entire jar of salt into the porridge?"

Chen Heng had never eaten anything so salty in his life.

It was saltier than his family's six-year-old cured ham!

It was completely a bowl of concentrated salt water!

"Young Master, I'm sorry." Xiao He knelt on the ground, her eyes brimming with tears.

"All the cooks in the house left, and I don't know how to cook. Master has also been staying in his room and not coming out."

"I had no choice, I could only cook it myself."

"I can't let Young Master go hungry..."

"Get up quickly." Chen Heng sighed, lifting Xiao He by her armpits.

"You've had it tough." Chen Heng patted Xiao He's head, comforting her.

Indeed, this girl Xiao He had only served him since she was young.

Besides tidying the courtyard and serving him tea and water, she basically couldn't do anything else.

Asking her to cook was indeed difficult for her.

"Come on, Young Master will show you a thing or two." Chen Heng rolled up his sleeves and led Xiao He into the kitchen.

"No, how can I let Young Master cook?" Xiao He waved her hands repeatedly, almost pulling Chen Heng out of the kitchen.

"Be good, go get the meat for Young Master." Chen Heng pointed to a piece of pork belly not far away... An hour later, three dishes and one soup, all exquisite in color, aroma, and taste, were laid out on the table.

"Is my father still refusing to eat?" Chen Heng picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in his mouth.

Not bad, no decline, it melted in his mouth.

"Hmm, Master still doesn't want to get up." Xiao He looked at the braised pork on the table, her mouth almost watering.

Her two big eyes kept staring, making it hard for Chen Heng to eat.

"Xiao He, you eat too." Chen Heng pointed to the bowls and chopsticks on the table.

"No, I can't sit at the same table as Young Master..."

"Stop talking nonsense, eat quickly. After you finish, we'll go out." Chen Heng pulled Xiao He and sat her down in front of the table.

Seeing this, Xiao He no longer stood on ceremony, quickly picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in her mouth.

"Young Master, you're amazing!" Xiao He looked at Chen Heng with a face full of admiration, her mouth stuffed with braised pork, like a little squirrel.

After leaving a separate portion of food for Chen Fugui, Chen Heng and Xiao He began to devour the meal.

In less than ten minutes, the dishes on the table were completely clean.

"Let's go, follow Young Master out." Wiping his mouth, Chen Heng stood up and took Xiao He out.

From the memories of this body's original owner, Chen Heng knew that Fulai County had a somewhat famous Martial Arts Hall.

The Master was a Martial Artist at the Outer Qi level, and his Horse-Slaying Saber Technique was used with formidable power.

Chen Heng's goal this time was the Master's Horse-Slaying Saber Technique.

The original Horse-Slaying Saber Technique could only be considered a low-tier blade technique, not even as good as Iron Cloth Shirt.

But what would happen if Chen Heng Optimized this Horse-Slaying Saber Technique?

"You are... Young Master Chen?" The Disciple at the entrance of the Martial Arts Hall recognized Chen Heng at a glance.

Who in Fulai County didn't know the famous Young Master with a weak kidney?

"I have come today to pay my respects. May I see Master Zhang?" Chen Heng cupped his hands, speaking very politely.

"Alright, alright, please wait a moment, I will go inform the Master right away." The Disciple dared not offend Chen Heng and quickly ran back into the Martial Arts Hall to find the Master.

In less than a minute, a tall, simple-faced man walked out.

"Young Master Chen, please come in." Zhang Huan bowed to Chen Heng and led him into the Martial Arts Hall.

Chen Heng nodded and followed Zhang Huan into the Martial Arts Hall's reception room.

"May I ask what brings Young Master Chen here today?" After brewing a cup of tea for Chen Heng, Zhang Huan looked at Chen Heng with piercing eyes.

As a practitioner of martial arts, he naturally saw that Chen Heng was vastly different from before.

His spirit was excellent, and his kidney deficiency seemed to have recovered?

"I have come today for only one matter." Chen Heng took a sip of tea.

"Please speak." Zhang Huan nodded.

"I wish to borrow your Martial Arts Hall's Horse-Slaying Saber Technique for a look." Chen Heng did not beat around the bush and directly stated his purpose.

"Hahaha, Young Master Chen, please don't joke with a crude man like me."

Zhang Huan laughed heartily, thinking Chen Heng was just joking with him.

"I'm not joking." Chen Heng shook his head and put down the teacup in his hand.

"Young Master Chen, please don't make things difficult for me. That is our family's inherited secret technique." Zhang Huan also put away his smile and looked at him very seriously.

"You haven't become my Disciple, so an inherited secret technique cannot be shown to outsiders."

"Fifty taels." Chen Heng pulled out a silver note from his inner pocket.

"No, no, no, please put the money away." Zhang Huan glanced at the silver note and pushed it back.

"One hundred taels."

"Two hundred taels."

"Young Master Chen, please don't tease a small fry like me. Family Cultivation Techniques really cannot be easily shown to others." Zhang Huan swallowed, looking at the silver notes on the table.

Chen Heng caught Zhang Huan's subtle movement, and the corner of his mouth curved slightly.

"Three hundred taels."

Chen Heng pulled out another silver note.

"Good! This Horse-Slaying Saber Technique is now yours!" Zhang Huan finally couldn't resist this monetary assault and pulled out a somewhat worn book from his clothes.

"If you have anything you don't understand, just come and ask me."

"My Martial Arts Hall will be your second home from now on."

Chen Heng took the Horse-Slaying Saber Technique and placed the silver notes in Zhang Huan's hand.

"I actually do have one more thing to trouble Master Zhang with." Chen Heng looked up at the radiant Zhang Huan in front of him.

"Three days from now, I ask Master Zhang to spar with me."

"Good, no prob..." Zhang Huan's words stopped halfway, and he looked at Chen Heng blankly.

"What, no?" Chen Heng raised an eyebrow.

"Of course, you can." Zhang Huan also couldn't figure out Chen Heng's plan.

Anyway, he could just go easy on him then.

He probably just got tired of playing with women and was looking for some fun as a rich Young Master.

"Very well, then I look forward to Master Zhang's guidance in three days." Chen Heng stood up, cupped his hands, and left the Martial Arts Hall with Xiao He.