Miscellaneous Room Draw Sword Man!

As dusk fell, they arrived at the Blackwater County jail.

Lin Guanhuo and the others pulled the prisoner cart to the jail entrance, where several guards stood watch.

The jail was surrounded by a high black brick wall, resembling a giant fortress, unfathomably deep.

This was where Blackwater County held its serious offenders. It was a vital area of the county yamen, with "No Admittance for Unauthorized Personnel" signs posted everywhere.

"Your Excellencies, the prisoner has arrived," Lin Guanhuo said, handing over the detention order from the yamen.

The gate guards took a brief look before waving their hands. Several accomplices opened the jail door and roughly shoved the old man into the prison.

At that moment.

"Here, this is for your hard work,"

The guard casually tossed a few copper coins at Lin Guanhuo and the others, as if dismissing beggars.

Clink.

The copper coins landed on the ground with a crisp sound.

Lin Guanhuo bent down to pick them up. There were two in total.

After collecting the coins, they left the jail. Xu Dadao and Li Hu, the two yamen runners who accompanied them, started cursing.

"Damn it! We worked all day for just two coins?!" Xu Dadao spat on the ground. "What stingy bastards! What can two coins even buy? It's hard to get two coarse flatbreads with that!"

"Alright, say less," Li Hu said, looking equally annoyed. "Let's go, let's go, hurry back. I'm freezing to death out here all day."

The two walked away, grumbling.

Lin Guanhuo didn't complain, quietly tucking the two copper coins into his pocket.

On the way back to the miscellaneous room compound, the sky had completely darkened.

Lin Guanhuo walked quietly down the street, illuminated by the faint moonlight. Lost in thought, he took out the oilcloth package the old man had given him.

The old man had been so secretive earlier, he wondered what was inside the package.

However, When he saw what was inside, Lin Guanhuo was taken aback.

It was... a piece of silver!

Although it was a bit tarnished and irregularly shaped.

Lin Guanhuo bit it with his teeth, leaving a clear imprint.

Real silver!

Weighing it, it was at least two taels!

In this world, one copper coin could buy a steamed bun, and one tael of silver was a thousand coins!

These two taels of silver were enough for a family of three to live comfortably for half a year!

If he were to buy meat with it... he could buy at least fifty pounds of high-quality cooked beef!

"Good deeds are rewarded, perhaps..."

Half an hour later.

Lin Guanhuo, carrying an oil-paper package, quickly returned to the miscellaneous room compound.

As soon as he entered the room, the rich aroma of meat was undeniable.

He closed the doors and windows, and eagerly opened the oil-paper package.

Inside were two full pounds of sliced braised beef, exuding an enticing fragrance.

At any other time, Lin Guanhuo wouldn't even dare to dream of such a thing.

He grabbed a large piece of beef and, without even bothering to chew properly, stuffed it into his mouth like a starving wolf.

"Mmm..."

The long-lost taste of meat exploded on his tongue, the aroma of fat and protein!

Piece after piece, he devoured it.

The entire two pounds of beef were gone in less than fifteen minutes.

As the food went down, a warmth spread through his stomach, and the feeling of weakness from long-term malnutrition quickly receded.

In its place was a surge of warmth filling his limbs.

"This is what eating is like!"

Lin Guanhuo rubbed his slightly full stomach and let out a long sigh.

"With this meal of meat as a foundation, practicing my sword tonight..."

A sharp glint flashed in Lin Guanhuo's eyes as he grasped the saber by his bedside.

"I'll definitely make great progress!"

The night was as dark as ink.

In the corner of the backyard of the Miscellaneous Room's courtyard.

A figure was tirelessly repeating the same action.

"Hah!"

Lin Guanhuo grunted, putting all his might into it.

However, the long saber got stuck in its scabbard.

Because he had exerted too much force and the angle was wrong, the blade bit firmly into the scabbard's opening. It was only half-drawn before it refused to budge any further.

The misstep almost sent him stumbling, nearly falling into the snow.

[Draw Sword Failed]

"Failed again."

Lin Guanhuo resentfully pushed the saber back in. This was the tenth failure tonight.

The system's judgment for "Draw Sword" was extremely strict.

It wasn't enough to simply draw the saber; it required a perfect coordination of speed, force, and angle.

Only when it formed effective killing power was it counted as one success.

However, this time, with his belly full, Lin Guanhuo did not give up.

"Can't rush... Haste makes waste."

Lin Guanhuo took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

He sank his qi to his dantian, channeled his strength from the soles of his feet, transferred it through his waist and abdomen to his arms...

He gripped the hilt again. This time, he didn't rush to exert force. Instead, he slowly adjusted his breathing, sensing the flow of the wind...

He continued like this, trying again and again.

Until a certain moment.

"Zing!"

A crisp ringing sound.

[Draw Sword Success. Count +1.]

"Finally!"

Lin Guanhuo wiped the sweat from his brow and let out a long sigh of relief.

This seemingly simple draw of the sword had taken him more than half an hour of trial and error.

He wasn't in a hurry.

With this successful experience, the rest would just be a matter of consistent effort.

That night, he stood in the cold wind for a long time.

Until his hands and feet were numb with cold, he had only succeeded in drawing the sword three times in total.

The following days became monotonous and regular.

During the day, Lin Guanhuo continued his usual tasks at the yamen, moving corpses, cleaning floors, and running errands – unnoticed and unremarkable.

But every night, he would sneak out to buy beef and feast on it, nourishing himself.

With ample blood food replenishment, his previously gaunt frame began to visibly strengthen.

His pale complexion also gained a touch of color.

And deep into the night, when everyone else had long since fallen asleep.

In that corner of the backyard, the monotonous and rhythmic sound of drawing a sword would always be heard.

Day one, three successes.

Day three, ten successes.

Day ten, thirty successes.

With each repeated draw of the sword, his movements became more standardized and proficient!

His once stiff movements became fluid and natural.

The heavy long saber in his hands felt as light as a feather.

And so, time flowed by, and a month passed quietly.

A deep winter night, heavy snow falling.

The open space in the backyard was covered in a thick layer of snow.

Only the small area beneath Lin Guanhuo's feet was steamed clean by the rising heat.

"Hoo..."

Lin Guanhuo exhaled a stream of white mist like an arrow, his eyes sharp as a falcon's.

"Zing! Zing! Zing!"

His body shifted slightly, his right hand blurring into an afterimage.

In the span of a single breath, the long saber left its scabbard, returned, completing a proper Draw Sword.

[Draw Sword successful, count +1]

"Fifty-second time... that's about enough."

Now, his effective Draw Sword count each night had stabilized at over fifty.

He closed his eyes and summoned his status panel.

[Name: Lin Guanhuo]
[Realm: Unranked]
[Lifespan: Two years and two months]
[Martial Art: Precept Breaking Saber Art (Level 1)]
[Remaining Draw Sword Count: 240]

"240 times..."

A flicker of anticipation flashed in Lin Guanhuo's eyes.

How much improvement would this month's Draw Sword results bring?

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