Mirror Clone, Gifted Talent

Three Rivers County, Hanging Pot Medical Hall.

After finishing work in the evening.

Several handymen were huddled together, whispering.

"Hey, have you guys noticed? That kid Shen Han has been acting a bit strange these past few days."

"Yeah, he's always looking in a mirror, no matter where he is!"

"Looking in a mirror? Shen Han is a hot-blooded man just like the rest of us, what on earth is he looking at in a mirror for?"

"He was even doing it just now while waiting in line to collect his monthly wages."

"Could it be..."

"Shh, keep your voice down, he's coming."

A dark-skinned youth strode out from the medical hall's accounting office, clutching a bronze mirror in his hand; it was the very Shen Han they were talking about.

The group exchanged glances and quickly scattered.

Shen Han didn't say much, let out a yawn, and walked straight out the medical hall's front gate.

"You guys don't understand..."

He stared at his reflection in the mirror, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Looking at this progress, I should be able to complete the fusion tonight!"

He had transmigrated half a year ago, but his golden finger only arrived a few days ago.

Oh well, as the saying goes, good things are worth the wait. I hope it gives me a huge surprise!

Before long, Shen Han's figure wove through the streets and alleys, slipping into a small courtyard in the east of the city.

The courtyard was small, consisting of only two rooms.

Click!

Shen Han opened his room door, stepped inside quickly, and lit an oil lamp.

Once inside, he sat on the edge of the bed and continued to look into the mirror.

The bronze mirror was old and battered, its surface covered in rust, yet it shimmered with an eerie aura.

What was mind-boggling was that, aside from him, the mirror didn't reflect any of the furniture in the room. Not only that, his reflection in the mirror wasn't complete; it was like a shattered puzzle, slowly piecing itself together bit by bit!

"Success!"

After half an hour, the image in the bronze mirror completed its final piece.

The person in the mirror looked exactly like him. Once formed, it became a separate body, walking back and forth inside the mirror on its own.

"Stop!"

Shen Han controlled it with his mind.

Instantly, his reflection in the mirror understood, stopped in its tracks, and sat down cross-legged.

"Wonderful, simply wonderful!"

Shen Han clicked his tongue in amazement. "I knew it, this is the configuration a transmigrator should have!"

That's right, he was not from this world.

Half a year ago, he had the stroke of luck to transmigrate to this continent, ending up in Three Rivers County. He soon learned that this was a feudal dynasty where martial arts reigned supreme, a place where not only experts moved like the wind, but demons and ghosts also roamed.

To ensure his own survival, he began practicing martial arts.

Unfortunately, martial arts required talent, and his aptitude was not even considered average. Furthermore, he had long missed the golden age for training, meaning he had absolutely no future on the path of martial arts.

But life had to go on.

Half a month ago, he moved into the small courtyard, and through the introduction of a neighbor, he became a handyman at the Hanging Pot Medical Hall, doing odd jobs to make a living.

The turning point happened three days ago.

At that time, he accidentally obtained a bronze mirror and subsequently awakened his golden finger.

As long as he kept looking into the mirror and allowed his reflection to fully materialize, the reflection could become his avatar—a genius avatar with extraordinary talent. It could practice various martial arts in the mirror without sleep or rest, and the results of that training could be shared with him!

"Let's test it out!"

Shen Han didn't hesitate, immediately digging out a martial arts manual, Basic Fist Technique, from his drawer and placing it against the bronze mirror. This was a common, dime-a-dozen manual that almost everyone in Three Rivers County who wanted to learn martial arts possessed.

Whoosh!

In the blink of an eye, the manual slid into the bronze mirror and appeared in the avatar's hands.

Shen Han stared at the avatar without blinking.

He watched as the avatar quickly flipped through the manual once before tossing it out of the mirror.

Then, the avatar assumed a stance inside the mirror and began to practice, movement by movement, its form and posture perfectly coordinated.

"This is incredible!"

Shen Han watched, filled with excitement.

An expert shows their worth the moment they make a move.

If he had to compare his own past practice movements with the avatar in the mirror, it was like comparing the earth to the heavens; they simply could not be mentioned in the same breath.

He watched the avatar practice with great relish for an hour.

A light-shadow panel emerged on the bronze mirror.

Mirror Master: Shen Han

Cultivation: None

Martial Arts: Basic Fist Technique (Entry Level)

"The fist technique is already at the entry level?"

The next moment, Shen Han took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Sure enough, the various secrets of the Basic Fist Technique had already formed muscle memory in his mind, and the punching stances and methods of gathering strength were incredibly clear and distinct.

His interest piqued, he hurriedly performed a set of entry-level Basic Fist Technique in the room.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The fist technique was performed with a whistling wind, quite exquisite.

Shen Han was overjoyed and commanded the avatar to continue practicing.

"I may truly lack a foundation in martial arts, but with an avatar to do the work for me, isn't it the same thing?

Practice, keep practicing for me.

The avatar is me; him practicing is equivalent to me practicing. All of this is my own hard work!"

After giving the order to the avatar, Shen Han put away the bronze mirror, took a bath, and lay down on the bed with peace of mind.

"The realms of martial arts are divided into Entry Level, Minor Accomplishment, Major Accomplishment, and Perfection.

It only took an hour to reach the entry level of the fist technique.

Presumably, it won't take many days to reach perfection. Hehe, I can just sit back and enjoy the fruits of my labor."

After muttering to himself, Shen Han fell into a deep sleep.

The next day.

Early in the morning, Shen Han woke up from a sweet dream, and the first thing he did was check the bronze mirror.

Martial Arts: Basic Fist Technique (Entry Level)

Why was it still at the entry level?

Taking a closer look, the avatar in the mirror was not sleeping, but it wasn't practicing either; it was sitting on the ground, staring blankly.

Why didn't it keep practicing?

Shen Han immediately asked with his thoughts.

The avatar looked up, first pointing to its stomach, then shaking its finger.

"It needs to eat?"

Seeing this, Shen Han understood immediately.

One had to know that practicing martial arts was extremely energy-consuming. For a martial artist, their appetite would constantly increase; once there was not enough food, cultivation could not continue.

The avatar nodded heavily.

That was my oversight... Shen Han thought to himself, having wasted an entire night for nothing.

There were two pancakes and three steamed buns left on the table, so he immediately took them all to the mirror. The avatar grabbed them and polished them off in a few quick bites.

"Can you practice now?"

Shen Han ordered the avatar to practice the fist technique again.

With strength restored, the avatar was full of vigor once more, practicing the fist technique steadily within the mirror.

Only then did Shen Han head out to the medical clinic.

"This is a problem..."

He thought as he walked.

To keep the avatar practicing without interruption, he had to prepare sufficient food for it, especially meat!

The medical clinic provided meals during the day, but that was only enough to fill his own stomach. In other words, the food required by the avatar had to be bought with extra money.

At this moment, a voice came from behind him.

"Kid surnamed Shen, your clinic paid out monthly wages yesterday. It's time to hand over the incense money for the Dragon King for last month, right?"

The speaker was a scarred man with a burly build and a face full of flesh, baring his teeth as he closed in on Shen Han.

"So it's Master Hu."

Shen Han recognized the scarred man, took out one hundred copper coins, and handed them to him. "Please accept this, Master Hu."