"Add some Health Cultivation Technique for me!"
A loud shout echoed in his heart.
In an instant,
the numbers on the skill points panel started to decrease bit by bit, while the Health Cultivation Technique slowly increased.
When the skill points stayed at 7.
A sudden warm current mysteriously emerged in his chest.
Then it slowly flowed to his limbs.
On this cold winter night,
Chen Xuan didn't feel the slightest bit cold, his whole body was warm and cozy.
Unfortunately, this feeling only lasted a few breaths before it disappeared.
Immediately,
Chen Xuan looked at the panel.
[Name: Chen Xuan]
[Longevity: 18/55]
[Realm: Ninth Grade (Skin Refining)]
[Cultivation Technique: Health Cultivation Technique (Minor Achievement) (0/100)]
[Skills: Beginner Archery (5/10), Beginner Tracking Technique (6/10)]
[Skill Points: 7]
"I've broken through to the Ninth Grade!"
Excitedly, his right hand clenched into a fist and swung fiercely in the air.
The Health Cultivation Technique reached a minor level, successfully making him a Ninth Grade Martial Artist.
He quickly took off his thick cotton clothes to see the changes in his body.
The bronze skin from years of hunting.
Although, after a serious illness, Chen Xuan had lost a lot of weight.
But at this moment,
his slightly thin arm gave him a feeling of strength.
Especially the dark skin,
shiny and glossy, feeling very resilient.
With a texture like cowhide.
Chen Xuan posed several poses like those fitness enthusiasts in a past life, bones creaking with sound.
Feeling a burst of strength.
His eyes turned to a water-filled vat a step away.
Then,
he slightly bent his thighs, and his arms circled around the vat.
"Lift!"
He uttered a low drink.
The vat was steadily lifted.
And, he still felt he had strength left.
"Should have around 300 pounds of strength."
Chen Xuan had a general understanding of his capabilities.
However,
he felt a bit disappointed.
Only about half as strong as an ordinary person.
Not too outrageous.
But.....
His gaze fell upon a pile of arm-thick firewood on the ground.
He walked over and angled one piece slightly.
Right hand clenched into a fist,
he smashed it hard onto the firewood.
"Crunch!"
The arm-thick firewood immediately split in two.
Chen Xuan looked at the back of his hand, his eyes shone.
Not to mention breaking the skin, not even a hint of a red mark could be seen.
"Indeed tough enough!"
"No wonder they say Ninth Grade is skin refining!"
In conclusion,
a Ninth Grade Martial Artist, compared to an ordinary person, just has tougher skin and slightly more strength.
With his current strength,
he could easily take on four or five ordinary people.
But that's under the condition of not using weapons.
If weapons are involved, that would be uncertain.
Getting stabbed in the back, he couldn't handle it.
On Blue Star, there's a saying, no matter how good the martial skills, they fear a kitchen knife.
Of course,
that's just a Ninth Grade Martial Artist.
He had heard that for high-grade martial artists, even if an ordinary person slashes at them with a knife, they wouldn't be harmed in the slightest.
However,
he didn't know exactly what grade that was.
"Although it's not very strong, it's enough to deal with that rascal Li Tie."
At this moment, Chen Xuan clenched his fists tightly, his eyes cold.
Lately,
the two women at home had suffered greatly because of this rascal.
Now that he was Ninth Grade,
it was time to solve this problem.
.....
The next day,
after breakfast.
Chen Xuan immediately picked up the bow and quiver.
Seeing this, Su Yun thought he was going into the mountains, and the only man in the house leaving reminded her of the rascal Li Tie, her expression changed instantly.
But remembering what her sister said this morning,
there was hardly any money left at home, and the sorghum flour they had bought last time wouldn't last a few days.
At this moment, she wanted to say something but couldn't.
Beside her, Su Wanqiu was also silent, lowering her head as she cleaned up the dishes.
Seeing the two women like this, Chen Xuan explained, "I'm not going into the mountains, I'm going to Uncle Wang's to repair the bow and arrows, I'll be back soon, don't worry."
After explaining,
he left the house.
At this moment,
Su Yun and Su Wanqiu both felt a sense of relief.
Uncle Wang's house wasn't far, and it was broad daylight, there shouldn't be any problems.
If Li Tie the rascal came, shouting for help should be fine.
However,
soon Su Wanqiu's face showed concern again.
This time,
her worry wasn't about Li Tie, but that life at home was becoming increasingly difficult.
Without allowing Chen Xuan to go hunting in the mountains,
they'd either die of fright or starve to death.
What could be done?
"Alas!"
Seeing her sister sigh, Su Yun silently came beside her, hugged her, and said firmly, "Husband said he'd solve this problem within ten days, don't worry, sister."
"Hope so!"
Su Wanqiu didn't say much, picking up the dishes and heading to the kitchen.
Her younger sister was newly married, and her heart was entirely on Chen Xuan.
She believed everything he said.
Of course, she didn't blame him.
She was happy as long as her sister was happy.
But.....
....
"Uncle Wang!"
Chen Xuan entered Uncle Wang's blacksmith shop, seeing no one, he shouted loudly towards the inside.
"Who is it? Coming, coming!"
Hearing someone shouting, Wang Daming, still inside, hastily responded.
No choice,
he made his living by blacksmithing.
He usually made or repaired farm tools for villagers.
However,
due to drought and snow disasters, for almost half a year now, business had been worse and worse.
Especially after winter started, with over a month of heavy snow, not a single business transaction.
If not for some money saved at home,
life would have been unbearable.
"Oh, it's Xiaoxuanzi."
Wang Daming, wearing a thick gray cotton coat, walked out from inside.
"It's me, Uncle Wang. Please help me reforge this bow and some arrows with a bit of iron ore."
"Okay! No problem!"
Wang Daming said as he took the bow and arrows from him, playing with them for a moment, then asked puzzledly, "These seem fine, enough for you to use, especially if you add more iron ore to the bow during forging, I'm afraid you won't be able to pull it."
"I can handle it, you can go ahead and do it!"
Chen Xuan didn't explain further, just reassured him to do as needed.
Seeing him say so, Wang Daming nodded.
Their family and the Chen family had always had good relations, hence his inquiry.
Otherwise,
he wouldn't care about others.
Getting a hard-earned business, saying such words would be foolish, wouldn't it?
Soon,
the sound of clanging filled the blacksmith shop.
The temperature rose accordingly.
Chen Xuan wasn't courteous and casually sat on a stool beside, watching Wang Daming hammer away.
"Thank you, Uncle Wang."
"Huh?" Wang Daming was puzzled for a moment, then understood, "You're talking about that rascal Li Tie, huh? That's nothing, a person like that is just a rogue, if not for having an elder brother, he'd have been beaten to death long ago."
As he spoke, the hammer in his hand became heavier.
"Also, be careful, that kind of person is like a dog-skin plaster, tough to deal with once attached, especially his brother, I've heard he's joined the Wild Wolf Gang."
"Next time you go into the mountains, let me know in advance, I can keep an eye out for you. Old Chen passed early, your brother is gone too, so this whole family relies on you, and you can't avoid going into the mountains, you're put in a hard spot."
"Alas! It's unfair, really, good people don't live long, but the wicked can't die! No justice!"
"Clang~!"
The sound increased another pitch!