88: Being handsome is a lifelong thing!

Hearing this, Jia Wenju and his son felt as if they had been granted amnesty.

They immediately kowtowed three times with loud thuds, then scrambled away.

Chen Heng shook his head and happily tucked the large stack of silver notes and property deeds into his embrace.

No one disliked such unexpected wealth.

As for how the Jia Family would live after this money was given to Chen Heng, that was no longer Chen Heng's concern.

However, one could guess with certainty that Jia Wenju would definitely not hand over all his family's assets.

He would surely leave a way out for himself.

But what did that have to do with Chen Heng?

Chen Fugui, standing there, witnessed the entire process, watching eagerly as Chen Heng pocketed silver equivalent to almost half of the Chen Family's assets.

"Son, what's going on?" Chen Fugui walked closer to Chen Heng and asked in a low voice.

"No big deal, they just offended me a few days ago."

"I had already forgotten about them, who would have thought they'd deliver themselves to my doorstep?" Chen Heng waved his hand, not elaborating to Chen Fugui.

"Oh..." Although Chen Fugui didn't fully understand what had happened, he didn't press further.

There was no need to inquire about such matters.

As long as the ultimate beneficiary was his son, everything was fine.

"Oh, right, son, I need to ask you something." Chen Fugui glanced around, and seeing that no one was paying attention to them, he leaned closer to Chen Heng.

"What happened the night before last? Why did Aunt Jing and I appear naked in the courtyard in the middle of the night?"

"And the Household Servants and Maidservants of the family, the courtyard was full of naked people."

"Qiyang City experienced an Anomaly that night; the entire city was affected."

Chen Heng did not hide this from Chen Fugui and directly explained what had happened that night.

"No matter what, those troublemakers have been dealt with by me, and Qiyang City can enjoy peace for a long time."

"Oh, and by the way, your son will be the vice gang leader of the Five Spirits Gang from now on."

"Father, you can do your business or not; from now on, just enjoy life."

Chen Fugui's mouth hung wide open, his jaw almost dropping to the ground.

He never dreamed that he and his son had only been in Qiyang City for such a short time.

How had he already become a vice gang leader?

He had just started his business, and now he was being told he didn't need to work anymore, just lie back and enjoy life?

How could Chen Fugui possibly accept this!

Seeing Chen Fugui remain silent with his mouth closed, Chen Heng didn't press him.

This news was indeed too shocking for his father, who had been in business his entire life.

It was understandable that he would find it difficult to process for a while.

Leaving Chen Fugui alone in the main courtyard, Chen Heng turned and walked into his small courtyard.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, Chen Heng saw Xiao He hiding behind a peach tree, secretly watching him.

"Little Girl, what are you doing? Come quickly and help Young Master me change clothes."

Chen Heng waved to Xiao He behind the peach tree, and Xiao He walked over, her small face flushed.

"Young Master... the night before last..." While helping Chen Heng change into his fitted short-sleeved top, Xiao He carefully asked the question she had long wanted to ask.

"Oh, you mean the incident where you were standing in the courtyard looking at the sky in your small belly-band and short shorts?"

"It's fine, you'll be mine sooner or later anyway, seeing it a day earlier or a day later makes no difference."

Chen Heng didn't think there was any problem; that flat-chested figure wasn't much to look at anyway.

Even the explosive figure of Hundred Flowers from Qingyun Tower couldn't move Chen Heng.

Not to mention the undeveloped Xiao He.

"..." Xiao He said nothing, silently changing Chen Heng's clothes.

Then, she hugged the discarded robe and scurried away.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Little Girl."

Shaking his head, Chen Heng picked up his black fiend blade and walked into the small courtyard.

He practiced White Tiger Geng Metal Saber and Eight Extremes Fist punctually every day.

Although Eight Extremes Fist had already been Optimized into Eight Desolations Six Harmonies Fist, the original Realm of Eight Extremes Fist had not disappeared.

The Indestructible Golden Body was the same; beneath that layer of golden patterns was Chen Heng's iron-like physique.

Chen Heng found himself becoming more and more like a BOSS in a game.

The first phase was the layer of golden patterns on his body; breaking it would lead to the second phase.

Unless his weak point was burst, there was no way to deal with him; he was thick-skinned and tough, impenetrable, and his attack power was incredibly high.

Hmm, a BOSS that could also continuously regenerate health.

Throwing these random thoughts out of his mind, Chen Heng began his daily practice.

Although he could directly use Optimization attempts to Optimize his Martial Skill, Chen Heng still preferred to practice it himself every day.

As he practiced, a thought suddenly popped into Chen Heng's mind.

Once this thought appeared, it lingered in Chen Heng's mind and would not go away.

'Forge a set of steel armor!'

Which man doesn't love cool and practical steel armor?

It's just that most people don't have the physical strength to support full body armor.

With Chen Heng's current physical fitness, carrying a small building was no problem at all, let alone steel armor.

Although Chen Heng's current defense made steel armor unnecessary, being cool was a lifelong pursuit.

Moreover, steel armor could also mislead enemies.

Imagine, when an enemy painstakingly breaks through Chen Heng's steel armor, thinking they can finally injure him.

They hack at him with a saber only to find his flesh is harder than steel armor—how despairing would that be?

The more Chen Heng thought about it, the more excited he became, immediately putting on his coat and getting into a carriage, heading towards the iron mine north of the city.

For an ordinary martial artist, possessing a fine steel weapon was already a mark of superiority.

But Chen Heng was different; what he lacked least was steel.

After all, he held an entire iron mine, and it was an open-pit one.

The iron content was remarkably high, along with other miscellaneous metals.

It was just that the Great Liang Kingdom's smelting technology couldn't extract them.

At Chen Heng's command, the coachman Old Liu quickly pulled up and stopped at the entrance of the mine.

Stepping out of the carriage, Chen Heng immediately saw Yagyu Han practicing his fist art.

"Big Brother!" Yagyu Han saw Chen Heng walking towards him, immediately stopped the fist art he was practicing, and jogged over.

"How much iron is at the mine now?" Chen Heng asked directly, without preamble.

"Reporting, Big Brother, there are currently two thousand three hundred catties of pig iron refined at the mine." Yagyu Han dared not conceal anything and honestly reported the output of these past days.

"There are still too few people at the mine; once there are more people, the output can double twice over." Yagyu Han thought Chen Heng was dissatisfied with the mine's output and quickly added.

"Very good, take out a thousand catties of pig iron; I have a use for it." Chen Heng nodded, quite satisfied with this output.

If a thousand catties of pig iron were purified using the folding and forging method, it would yield three hundred to five hundred catties of fine steel.

That would be more than enough to forge a set of steel armor.

Moreover, a weight of five hundred catties worn by Chen Heng would not affect his movement at all, feeling not much different from wearing ordinary clothes.

Yagyu Han honestly responded and immediately turned to the warehouse to retrieve the items.