Heavy Iron Curved Blade, A Sudden Turn of Events

Ten days passed in the blink of an eye.

Mirror Master: Shen Han

Cultivation: Skin Refining

Technique: Ancient Sun Technique (Great Success)

Martial Arts: Angry Dragon Divine Fist (Perfected), Sky-Splitting Blade Technique (Great Success)

Skills: Medicine (Perfected)

During these days, under Shen Han's direction, the clone did not rest for a single moment.

Two-thirds of every day was spent practicing the Ancient Sun Technique, and combined with the effects of the Qi Condensing Powder, the progress in cultivation was incredibly rapid; step by step, his strength gradually approached a thousand catties.

At the same time, the Ancient Sun Technique was pushed all the way to Great Success.

The remaining third of the time was entirely devoted to tempering the five moves of the Sky-Splitting Blade Technique.

Before he knew it, the blade technique had also reached Great Success.

As for the current Shen Han, the strength he possessed was on an entirely different level compared to before.

Of course, the clone's appetite had also increased significantly.

Beef and chicken were essential, and on top of that, he had to eat venison every other day.

Shen Han had calculated that the clone's food expenses were nearly two hundred wen per day, almost the amount an average person spent in a month and a half!

But this was a necessity that had to be met.

There was no other way; without sufficient food, the clone could not work day and night, and the improvements would not have been this fast.

On the other hand.

The reputation of Hanging Pot Medical Hall in Three Rivers County was growing by the day, capturing more than half of the business in the entire county.

At the core of this was Shen Han of Clinic No. 13.

Many people came by reputation just to seek treatment from Shen Han, because Doctor Shen's treatment plans cost the least and yielded the best results.

The registration system had also been promoted to all clinics, which further improved the efficiency and reputation of the medical hall.

With the medical hall's name ringing out, Master Han naturally became a prominent figure in the county, and his social engagements were endless.

Master Han knew well that all of this was thanks to Shen Han, so to retain him, he not only raised Shen Han's monthly salary but also directly ordered the kitchen to prepare meals exclusively for Clinic No. 13, with Shen Han deciding the daily menu.

"Little Shen, I truly didn't misjudge you!"

Before finishing work, Huang Tie stroked his snow-white beard and walked into Clinic No. 13 with a cheerful smile.

"Elder Huang, please don't tease me."

Shen Han invited him to take a seat.

For Huang Tie, Shen Han felt genuine respect; without his training and recommendation, he would not have developed so well.

"I just went to see Master Han, and he said that even though the month isn't over yet, the medical hall's profits have already increased by sixty percent—something that has never happened since the hall was founded."

"That much?"

Feng Hao, who was brewing tea, said in surprise.

Huang Tie laughed: "I didn't expect it either, but the account books don't lie.

Therefore, Master Han has made a decision.

After work tonight, we will hold a celebration banquet at the medical hall, and everyone will have a good feast.

For this, Master Han spent a large sum of money to invite a chef from Heavenly Fragrance Restaurant to take charge of the cooking, and the kitchen is already out purchasing supplies."

Can I take some home... Shen Han thought to himself, that way he could save a day's worth of food expenses for the clone.

"Little Shen, I'll have to have a few drinks with you then."

"No problem."

Shen Han said with a smile, "I have something to take care of, so I'll be back before dinner."

After leaving, he took a few turns and arrived at the blacksmith shop.

"Young Master, your blade is forged."

As soon as the shopkeeper Lei Ming saw Shen Han, he pulled him into the inner hall.

He opened a wooden box.

Swish!

A bright, dark-black curved blade appeared before his eyes.

The blade was about four feet long, broad and heavy, the hilt was made of high-quality poplar wood, and the edge was incredibly sharp.

"A fine blade!"

Shen Han picked up the curved blade and couldn't help but exclaim.

Lei Ming laughed: "Young Master, rest assured, this blade was crafted exactly according to your blueprints. It weighs exactly one hundred catties and incorporates sixty catties of Sulfur Iron; one could say it cuts through iron like mud."

Shen Han was very satisfied, pulling out thirty taels of silver to pay the remaining balance.

This money was the commission he had earned from house calls over the past ten days.

Lei Ming accepted the silver and added, "By the way, young master, I've prepared a piece of coarse brown cloth for you. It would be best to wrap the blade when you go out."

"Understood."

Shen Han understood what Lei Ming meant.

This curved blade was too large and heavy; if he were to carry it openly through the streets, it would be highly conspicuous, easily inviting unnecessary trouble, and might even lead to the County Yamen shutting down the blacksmith shop.

"Young master, if you have any needs in the future, just come to me. I'll give you the best discount."

After seeing Shen Han to the door, Lei Ming said eagerly.

"Certainly."

Shen Han strapped the curved blade to his back and left quickly.

Slipping into a secluded corner, he checked that no one was around before taking the curved blade out of the coarse cloth.

The blade weighed one hundred catties; for an ordinary person, let alone using it, even lifting it would be difficult.

But when Shen Han took the curved blade into his hand, he felt it was effortless.

I should give it a name... let's just call it the Heavy Iron Curved Blade!

Next, Shen Han took out the Bronze Mirror and had his clone switch to the Heavy Iron Curved Blade to practice the Sky-Splitting Blade Technique.

Whoosh!

The Heavy Iron Curved Blade entered the Bronze Mirror.

The clone held the curved blade and began to practice; the form and posture of his blade work instantly rose to a new level, incomparable to when he used the firewood blade.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Shen Han gave a start.

He stared at the Bronze Mirror and thought to himself: I don't know if there are treasures like storage spaces in this world, but doesn't this Bronze Mirror have a storage function?

He had originally been worried about how to carry the curved blade, but with the Bronze Mirror, that was no longer a problem at all!

Thinking of this, Shen Han was in a great mood.

"Come, everyone, let's toast young Shen together!"

In the backyard of the Hanging Pot Medical Hall that evening, ten square tables were set up, crowded with delicacies that were as fragrant as they were delicious.

Han Zhengming was beaming, calling for everyone to drink.

Shen Han's seat was right next to Han Zhengming, which showed his status in the medical hall.

Going from a handyman to a favorite in just over a month, Shen Han had become a benchmark for the other handymen and even the apprentices to strive for.

"Young Doctor Shen, the medical hall is proud of you!"

"Indeed, I have practiced medicine for seventeen years and have never seen a miracle doctor like young Doctor Shen."

"I wonder, young Doctor Shen, do you have a sweetheart?"

"Young Doctor Shen, I'd like to ask you about treatment plans for migraines later."

Facing a table full of food, Shen Han didn't have a chance to eat.

Because people kept coming over to toast him one after another.

Han Zhengming and Huang Tie sat to his left and right, helping him block quite a bit of the alcohol.

"Master, it's bad, something has happened!"

Just then.

A guard rushed into the backyard, his face full of terror.

Instantly, the backyard fell silent.

Han Zhengming put down his wine cup and frowned, "What's the situation? Tell me slowly."

"Outside... there are three people trying to force their way into the medical hall."

"Petty thieves are nothing to fear. Can't Guard Zhan just drive them away?"

"Master, Guard Zhan was seriously injured by them in a single move."

"What did you say!"

Not just Han Zhengming, but everyone was shocked.

Zhan Chaoyang was an expert in the Skin Refining Realm; for someone to be able to injure him, the other party must have a significant background!

"Heh, Master Han Zhengming, aren't you going to crawl over here yet?"

No sooner said than done, a loud, high-pitched man's voice came from the front courtyard.

"Master, that's the leader!"

The guard said hurriedly.

"Follow me!"

Han Zhengming clenched his fists and walked toward the front courtyard.

No one had the heart to eat anymore; they followed behind one after another, and many even picked up weapons.