Immortality begins in Goose City

Chapter 40 Zhao Ming's Use

Huang Shujian took the boxing manual, nodded, and waved to the side without saying a word.

Immediately, a servant stepped forward, carrying a red cloth tray with ten gleaming silver dollars neatly arranged on it.

At the same time, the servants guarding the house made way for the white-haired old woman, who, with the help of her maid, walked quickly toward Guo Zhenyuan.

"Mother!" Guo Zhenyuan rushed forward to support her.

The old woman held her son's hand tightly, looked him up and down, and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that although he was pale and had blood at the corner of his mouth, he was still in good spirits.

She glanced at Huang Shujian with a complicated expression, but ultimately said nothing.

Guo Zhenyuan took the tray, looked at the ten silver dollars, and felt a mix of emotions.

They originally came to seek justice and save their families, but now it's like they lost a fight, took their prize, and left.

But he knew that this was the best possible outcome.

The other party didn't kill them, didn't humiliate them, and even gave them money.

He clasped his hands in a fist salute to Huang Shujian again, said nothing, and, supporting his mother, turned and slowly left the training ground.

His back was slightly unsteady, yet his posture was ramrod straight.

Huang Shujian watched them leave before turning around and gesturing for Ye Heling and Liu Tiegu to join him.

Liu Tiegu glanced at his wife and daughter beside him, their faces filled with worry, then looked at the footprints and bloodstains left by Guo Zhenyuan on the ground, and gritted his teeth.

"I'll do it!"

He strode into the center of the field, took off his outer garment, revealing a dark, shiny physique with muscles that looked like they had been cast from refined iron.

He practiced the hard skill "Golden Bell Cover," which made him tough, thick-skinned, and incredibly strong.

Twenty minutes later.

Liu Tiegu was covered in sweat, panting heavily, and had several bruises on his body.

He knelt on one knee, barely managing to stay upright, his eyes filled with horror as he looked at Huang Shujian.

His prized martial arts skills were rendered useless against the opponent's unpredictable, swift, and incredibly powerful punches and kicks!

The opponent always manages to find a gap in his power and attack his weakest point.

Even more terrifying was that the opponent's fist seemed to possess a peculiar penetrating power, capable of piercing through his skin and flesh and injuring his internal organs!

"I... lost."

Liu Tiegu said in a hoarse voice, and took out a thin booklet with a golden bell pattern on the cover from his pocket - "Golden Bell Cover".

He also left the Huang residence with ten silver dollars and his still-shaken wife and daughter.

Next is Ye Heling.

His "White Crane Skill" is known for its lightness, speed, and varied movements, following a light, fast, and cunning approach.

He tried to use his agility to fight and find Huang Shujian's weakness.

However, Huang Shujian's [Microscopic] talent grants him ultimate control. Although "Heavenly Tiger Divine Blade" is a sword technique, after breaking through the limits, Huang Shujian is no longer bound by weapons and can use various moves at will.

Ye Heling's prized advantage in agility was not obvious in front of Huang Shujian.

Thirty minutes later.

Ye Heling handed over the "White Crane Kung Fu".

He left dejectedly, taking his money and family with him.

The training ground fell silent again, with only Huang Shujian, Wu Zhichong, and a few servants remaining.

Wu Zhichong stepped forward, looked at Huang Shujian, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Young Master, you are truly a martial arts prodigy! No, a genius!"

"In such a short time, he managed to defeat the masters of the three major martial arts schools in Goose City!"

"Such progress would undoubtedly have earned him the title of Imperial Martial Arts Champion even in the previous dynasty's martial arts examinations!"

Huang Shujian waved his hand, his face showing little pride.

He knew that he relied on his innate talent and his limit-breaking cultivation technique.

In terms of true martial arts accumulation and practical experience, there is still a gap compared to these veteran boxers who have immersed themselves in martial arts for decades.

He walked back to the pavilion and sat down, feeling a little thirsty and hungry.

After three consecutive battles, his energy and blood were significantly depleted.

"Young master, have some porridge." A soft, timid voice rang out.

Zhao Ming, carrying a steaming bowl of porridge, walked over cautiously with her head down.

She changed into a pale yellow maid's dress, which seemed a little tight, making her figure even more breathtaking.

She didn't dare look at Huang Shujian, but gently placed the bowl of porridge on the stone table.

Huang Shujian glanced at her, nodded, picked up the bowl, scooped up a spoonful, and put it in his mouth.

His movements froze the moment the porridge touched his lips.

His brows furrowed instantly.

The taste... is indescribable.

The porridge appeared to be plain white rice porridge, but it was overcooked and mushy, almost turning into mush.

Most importantly, too much salt was added, making it so salty it tasted bitter!

And there seems to be a faint... burnt smell?

"Pfft—" Huang Shujian couldn't hold it in any longer and spat the porridge in his mouth onto the ground.

Zhao Ming trembled with fear, her face turning deathly pale. She collapsed to her knees with a thud, her head bowed low, her shoulders shaking slightly. "I was wrong... I was clumsy..."

Seeing this, Xiuer was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She quickly covered her mouth, but the smile in her eyes was impossible to hide.

She stepped forward and said to Huang Shujian, "Young Master, it seems Sister Zhao Ming isn't very good at cooking. Let me do it."

As she spoke, she took out another bowl of steaming hot pumpkin and millet porridge from another food box next to her, with distinct grains and a fragrant aroma, and gently placed it in front of Huang Shujian.

Huang Shujian glanced at Xiu'er, then at Zhao Ming, who was kneeling and trembling on the ground, and understood.

That clever little devil!

She must have known all along that Zhao Ming's cooking was terrible, but she deliberately didn't warn her. Instead, she made herself drink a sip of Zhao Ming's cooking first, both teasing herself and subtly putting Zhao Ming down to show off her own competence.

For such a young age, he has quite a few thoughts.

Huang Shujian didn't say anything, picked up Xiuer's bowl of porridge, and took a sip.

The temperature was just right, and the food was sweet, soft, and sticky – just the taste he was familiar with.

"Get up," he said to Zhao Ming.

Zhao Ming shakily got up, still not daring to lift her head, her hands nervously twisting the hem of her clothes.

Huang Shujian glanced at Xiuer again.

Xiuer met his gaze and knew he had seen through her little scheme. She felt a little embarrassed, stuck out her tongue, and whispered in explanation:

"Young Master... Xiu'er doesn't know what Sister Zhao Ming is good at either."

"We can't exactly make my older sister a wet nurse, can we?"

Xiuer glanced at Zhao Ming's chest.

"Young Master, you're not married yet..."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Ming's face flushed bright red, and she lowered her head even further, almost burying it in those stunning curves.

Huang Shujian was also speechless at Xiu'er's words.

He put down his bowl of porridge and looked at Zhao Ming.

"Raise your head."

Zhao Ming hesitated, then slowly raised her head, her face still flushed, her eyes darting away, not daring to meet Huang Shujian's gaze.

Huang Shujian looked at her, his gaze sweeping over her delicate but not stunning face, finally settling on her imposing figure, and he couldn't help but marvel at the wonder of the Creator.

"Besides cooking, what else can you do?" Huang Shujian asked. "Needlework and embroidery?"

Zhao Ming shook her head, her voice barely audible: "No...no."

"Can you read and write?"

Zhao Ming shook her head again, her face turning even redder: "I only recognize a few... the blacksmithing symbols my father taught me..."

Huang Shujian frowned slightly; this was indeed a difficult situation.

Keeping her by my side as a maid seems to serve no immediate purpose other than being pleasing to the eye?

Zhao Ming seemed to realize her own incompetence, and her eyes reddened with anxiety. Suddenly remembering something, she whispered, "Young...Young Master...I...I helped my father operate the bellows and swing the sledgehammer since I was little...I...I have some strength..."

strength?

Huang Shujian raised an eyebrow.

Have it.