Chapter 6

Modifying also requires following the basic principles. You have to learn the skill and activate the progress bar before you can modify it.

Fan Lang had a thought.

"System, scan the Secret Manuals in my hand and learn them all, starting with the most important Blazing Triple Wave!"

Fan Lang's thoughts were equivalent to commands, and the system responded immediately.

[Player begins learning Blazing Triple Wave, remaining time: 7 hours 59 minutes.]

[Player begins learning Light Splitting Sword Technique, remaining time: 3 hours.]

[Player begins learning Life Reaping Steps, remaining time: 2 hours.]

[Player begins learning Spring Return Art, remaining time: 2 hours.]

You have to eat one bite at a time, and learn skills one at a time. Only after the first skill, Blazing Triple Wave, is learned will the progress bar for the next skill begin to decrease.

Gulu, gulu.

Fan Lang's stomach began to rumble in protest.

He decided to go eat first, and then find time to modify the progress bar in the evening. There was no need to rush.

Not long ago, the City Lord's Mansion recruited a batch of new people, who would be trained and then assessed. Only those who passed the assessment could officially join the City Lord's Mansion and take on various duties.

Before being officially hired, these people were only considered registered men, with even lower status than male servants.

Fan Lang was one of these registered men.

With such a low status, the treatment was naturally not good. These people ate in a separate, remote old house, and all three meals were simple and plain.

When Fan Lang arrived, the old house was already full of people, all wolfing down their food. Fan Lang's appearance attracted the attention of many.

"Fan Lang, you're so late. Don't tell me you went to declare your love to Miss Luo again?"

A pockmarked strong man grinned.

This person was called Zhao Laoqi, with a Mystic Soldier Level 1 cultivation. He was considered outstanding among the registered men, and most people in the room were afraid of him.

"Actually, I admire you, kid. You're really audacious, daring to covet the City Lord's Mansion's precious pearl. If it were me, I'd just think about it, but I wouldn't dare to court death. The fact that you weren't executed on the spot is already a great act of mercy from the City Lord's Mansion," Zhao Laoqi teased.

Many people in the room laughed. Fan Lang confessing to Luo Hongyan was a joke, and it had been brought up frequently in recent days.

Fan Lang's face was as dark as water, and he ignored these people.

Time will prove everything.

There will be a time when these people won't be able to laugh.

Fan Lang walked into the room, scanned the surroundings, and his gaze landed on a skinny young man.

"Brother Lang! Come sit here!"

The skinny young man, with a steamed bun in his mouth, waved to greet him.

This person was named Hou Guangzu, and because of his small stature, people called him Monkey.

Who doesn't have a couple of friends?

This Monkey is Fan Lang's friend, but of the fair-weather variety.

When Fan Lang was hanging around the streets, Monkey was often with him, calling out "Brother Lang" with great enthusiasm.

Monkey has a habit of petty theft and isn't a good person, but he's fairly loyal. At least when Fan Lang was fighting, he would rush in with a dagger instead of running away.

Such a fair-weather friend is enough.

Fan Lang sat down next to Monkey, grabbed a steamed bun, and began to eat heartily.

Monkey moved closer and asked in a low voice, "Brother Lang, I heard that Zhu Manchang and his guys are planning to deal with you."

"Is that so?" Fan Lang replied casually.

"Zhu Manchang is quite a good fighter, a bit better than us. Be careful, don't let him catch you and get a chance to mess you up. Speaking of which, why haven't I seen Zhu Manchang around today?"

Monkey looked around, puzzled.

Little did he know, Zhu Manchang had already received his takeout box, and his corpse was probably starting to rot.

After the meal, the men walked out in twos and threes.

Fan Lang walked side by side with Monkey, and as soon as they reached the door, they were blocked by Zhao Laoqi.

Zhao Laoqi smiled sinisterly and said, "Fan Lang, I have something to say to you. Come with me for a moment."

"If you have something to say, just say it here," Fan Lang frowned slightly.

"It's a private matter, not convenient to say here."

"What a joke, what private matters could we possibly have?"

"You brat, I told you to come, so come! Stop with the nonsense!" Zhao Laoqi dropped the pretense, put on a ferocious face, and shook his fist, which was as big as a bowl, his intention to threaten was obvious.

Fan Lang was threatened, and his anger flared up.

When Zhao Laoqi ridiculed him before, he chose to endure it. Now, Zhao Laoqi was taking things further and coming to make trouble for him again. This time, he had reached the end of his patience!

"Monkey, you go back first, I'll go with Zhao Laoqi," Fan Lang said, his face calm despite the anger in his heart.

"I should go with you. If anything happens, I can back you up," Monkey said softly.

"Stop dawdling, I told you to go back to the room, this is none of your business," Fan Lang said with a stern face.

"Okay... be careful," Monkey said, seeing Fan Lang's harsh words, and finally agreed to leave.

The three parted ways, Fan Lang followed Zhao Laoqi, and Monkey returned to the dormitory alone.

Zhao Laoqi whistled, looking very happy, his eyes glancing at the iron sword on Fan Lang's back from time to time.

The two walked a long way through houses and courtyards, arriving at a deserted courtyard where the grass grew to waist height.

Zhao Laoqi finally stopped, slowly turned around, looked at Fan Lang with a smile that wasn't a smile, and asked, "Can you guess why I called you here?"

"It's definitely nothing good, I don't want to guess at all. Right now, I just want to do one thing," Fan Lang sneered.

"What thing?"

"Beat you up!"

As Fan Lang's voice fell, he shot out like a cheetah, instantly closing in on Zhao Laoqi.

Thug Fist!

Fan Lang unleashed his fists, striking left and right, aiming for Zhao Laoqi's temples. Caught off guard, Zhao Laoqi was struck hard, his head buzzing as if about to explode.

"Ah!"

Zhao Laoqi screamed miserably.

Fan Lang pressed his advantage, advancing with a twisting motion, tripping Zhao Laoqi with a foot, then lifting his leg and stomping down hard, breaking Zhao Laoqi's left wrist with one stomp, followed by another, breaking his right wrist.

With both wrists broken, Zhao Laoqi was finished. Even if his cultivation level was on par with Fan Lang, he wouldn't be able to cause any trouble.

"Weren't you quite arrogant just now?"

Fan Lang kicked out fiercely, sending Zhao Laoqi curling up like a shrimp.

"You even dared to ask me to come for a private chat, did you want to go to heaven?"

Fan Lang continued to beat Zhao Laoqi as he spoke, showing no mercy, causing Zhao Laoqi to scream in agony.

"Let me tell you, provoke me less in the future, you don't have the qualifications!"

Fan Lang raised his foot and stomped hard on Zhao Laoqi's head, deforming his face.

If he wasn't concerned about being in the City Lord's Mansion, Fan Lang might have killed him. As it was, he was already showing restraint.

"Don't hit me, don't hit me, Brother Lang, I know I was wrong, please let me go! I won't dare to provoke you again!" Zhao Laoqi begged for mercy, blood gushing from his mouth.

"Remember what you said, don't let it happen again." Fan Lang added another fierce kick.

Fan Lang dusted off his hands, snorted coldly, and strode away.

Zhao Laoqi, beaten half to death, lay on the ground for a while before groaning and sitting up. He opened his mouth and spat out two bloody teeth.

"This is really strange, when did this kid Fan Lang become so ferocious? He actually beat me, a Mystic Soldier Level 1, so badly. Ouch, it really hurts..."

Previously, Zhao Laoqi had heard people say that Fan Lang had borrowed several books from the Library, and after seeing the iron sword on Fan Lang's back, he had become emboldened with evil intentions, attempting to "borrow" all these good things. He didn't expect to try to steal a chicken only to lose the rice used to lure it, and instead received a severe beating.

The soft are afraid of the hard, the hard are afraid of the ruthless, and the ruthless are afraid of those who don't value their lives.

Zhao Laoqi was truly frightened this time, and even if he were given the courage of a lion, he wouldn't dare to provoke Fan Lang again.