Eighth Grade

The fire in the stove was burning very brightly.

Fang Yu used a fire poker to push the clothes, which could be used as evidence, deeper into the stove, making them burn even more fiercely.

After dealing with the clothes, Fang Yu took out the throwing knife and examined it closely.

The throwing knife is made of very good materials and is very well crafted. It is not something that an ordinary blacksmith could make, nor is it something that an ordinary person could afford.

Liu Dachui certainly couldn't afford such a fine throwing knife, and he wasn't skilled in martial arts either. It was impossible for him to pierce a person's heart with such a thin throwing knife.

Therefore, the real murderer should be the owner of this throwing knife.

If he wanted to investigate further, he could start from three aspects: first, investigate the martial artists in the city who used throwing knives; second, investigate which shop produced the throwing knives; and third, investigate Qiao Jie's whereabouts on the day of the incident.

However, Fang Yu's curiosity had been largely satisfied, so he had little motivation to investigate further.

That's life; one moment you're full of interest, the next you might have absolutely no interest.

*****

Days passed by, Fang Yu still practiced his "Leopard Fist" for two hours every morning, then went out for a stroll, and came back to eat and sleep in the evening.

Two months passed in the blink of an eye.

In the courtyard, Fang Yu tossed the stone locks in his hands into the air one after another, using his shoulders, elbows, hands, and feet to precisely support them, further exercising his muscles and bones.

[Proficiency +1]

[Leopard Fist (Level 1): 99%]

As the panel appeared, Fang Yu's heart stirred slightly as he looked at the Mirror-Breaking Pearl:

[Mirror-Breaking Pearl: 100%]

He had already accumulated enough Primordial Qi Mirror-Breaking Pearl break through his realm by eating mountain deer meat every day, but unfortunately, his progress in the Leopard Fist had been steady until today, when he finally reached his physical limit.

"Mirror-Breaking Pearl, break!"

Fang Yu thought to himself, and his Primordial Qi was transformed into Qi and Blood, which washed over his body like a flood, causing his meridians to expand, his flesh and blood to become engorged, and his entire body to grow stronger.

"Drink..."

With a loud shout, Fang Yu stomped down hard, causing the ground to cave in and leaving a deep footprint. Without stopping, Fang Yu walked around the courtyard, leaving a footprint with each step, before exhaling sharply and slowly returning to normal.

[Leopard Fist (Level 2): 1%]

Fang Yu wiped the sweat from his face and smiled.

After three months of arduous training, he finally broke through to the second level and is now Eighth Grade "Martial Foot Soldier".

In terms of physique alone, he is now almost the same size as his younger sister, Xu Ning.

"Grandpa, you've broken through?"

Suddenly, a joyful scream rang out.

Fang Yu turned his head and saw Jiang Yue staring in shock at the deep circle of footprints on the ground.

"Okay!" Fang Yu nodded and walked towards the bamboo shed. "I'm going to take a bath!"

"I'll help you wash!" Jiang Yue said as she went to the kitchen to fetch hot water, came to the bamboo shed, and helped Fang Yu wash off the sweat.

"Grandpa, you're amazing! You've broken through to the Eighth Grade in such a short time!"

"Eighth-Grade Martial Soldier? He's good enough to join the Inspection Camp!"

"I knew it! You could do it!"

"..."

After breaking through to the Eighth Grade, Fang Yu's physique became even more robust, but his demand for Demon Beast meat also increased, doubling in size. Originally, one pound of mountain deer meat could last him a month, but now it could only last for more than ten days. Fang Yu estimated that he now needed about three pounds of mountain deer meat a month, which would cost three hundred taels of silver.

Three hundred taels of silver a month is an astronomical figure for ordinary people, and even for Fang Yu, it is not a small amount.

"Making money is now on our agenda!"

The deer meat he bought earlier will only last him a month. If he doesn't make money soon, he won't have anything to eat next month.

"Make money! Make money..."

Over the next few days, whenever Fang Yu went out on the street, he would often mutter the word "making money," but he didn't have any good ideas on how to do it.

Businesses on the street seem to be booming, but not many can earn three hundred taels of silver a month.

Those who can truly earn more than three hundred taels of silver generally have powerful connections, and even though he is now an eighth-level Martial Foot Soldier, he is still someone you can't afford to offend.

'With my current strength, if I were to join my younger sister's side, I should be able to secure a decent position in the Grain Gang!'

'No way, this gang isn't that easy to get along with. I'd rather find an easier way to make money!'

"As the saying goes, 'Those who live near mountains live off the mountains, and those who live near water live off the water.' My greatest asset right now is martial arts, so it's best to make a living through martial arts!"

'Why not become a bounty hunter? Those wanted criminals on the wanted posters are all quite wealthy, with bounties often reaching a thousand taels of silver. Catching a few would be enough to live on for quite some time.'

'Being a bounty hunter is fine, but when I'll actually catch the fugitive is uncertain. I can do it as a side job, but I need a more stable source of income right now.'

"Or, how about robbing the rich to help the poor? There are just too many wealthy villains in this city; robbing them once would be enough to live on for years. However, the risk is also very high. Those wealthy families all have a large number of martial arts masters guarding their homes; it won't be so easy to make a move."

'How about you take some jobs as a knife-wielder in the black market?'

Fang Yu was walking down the street, wondering what to do, when a carriage drove by. Fang Yu suddenly stopped and turned to look at the carriage.

The carriage was very ornate, and the lanterns hanging on it bore the character "Sun," indicating that it belonged to the Sun family, one of the three most Aristocratic Clan in the city.

Inside the carriage sat two people. One was a very young man with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes; he was none other than Sun Hu, the strongest among the younger generation of the Sun Household. The Hui Barbarian who was resting with his eyes closed.

His physical characteristics perfectly matched one of the three Hui Kingdom that the Embroidered Robe Office was looking for.

Fang Yu's current Divine Thought range is only three zhang, so in the blink of an eye, the carriage drove out of his perception range.

"I actually ran into one!"

Fang Yu thought to himself, withdrew his gaze, and continued walking forward, pondering in his mind:

'The person the Embroidered Robe Bureau is looking for is definitely not an ordinary person, and now he's riding with Sun Hu, the strongest of the younger generation of the Sun Household, a Fourth Grade martial artist. This information must be extremely valuable and worth a fortune. If I were to tell Xu Ning this, I would definitely lose out big time. I happen to be short of money right now, so I should be able to make a big profit.'

Thinking of this, Fang Yu stroked his chin and began to ponder how to get the money without exposing himself and getting himself into trouble.

When he reached the end of North Peace Avenue, he had an idea.

"The more complex the plan, the greater the risk of exposure. Therefore, the simpler things are, the better. Let's just get straight to the point and make a quick buck. As long as we handle the money collection process, we don't need to worry about being discovered."