Xiang Xiu was very capable.
On her very first day at Zhang Yuan's home, she snatched every household chore from Zhang's Mother's hands.
Cleaning and sweeping, washing and hanging laundry, chopping firewood and boiling water, even making the beds and folding the quilts.
She also fed Da Hu.
The little girl was hardworking and meticulous. She specially found a wooden comb to groom Da Hu's fur, combing the lice from the dog's body.
Before long, the house dog was trotting eagerly after her, wagging its tail and currying favor.
Zhang's Mother's fondness for Xiang Xiu shot straight to the brim.
She practically wanted to take the girl as her daughter!
Zhang Yuan felt that his seventeen taels and five mace of silver had truly not been wasted.
Even if he had to pay a head tax for her every year from now on, it would still be worth it.
With Xiang Xiu keeping his mother company in the future, Zhang Yuan undoubtedly had far fewer worries weighing on him.
Late at night, when all was quiet, he sat in his room reading through the Blood Burning Art he had acquired that day.
Strictly speaking, the Blood Burning Art was not a cultivation technique or a Martial Skill. It was essentially a special method by which martial artists used their own qi and blood, designed specifically to restrain the uncanny.
That was why this Blood Burning Art was so thin, containing only five pages.
Less than a fifth of it described the method and its secrets; all the rest consisted of annotations and insights left behind by predecessors.
The technique for performing the Blood Burning Art was not complicated either.
After Zhang Yuan read it carefully and considered the annotations and experiences of those before him, a rough outline gradually took