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Chapter 30 Mastery of Flying Knives
Huo Chengkun is really dead!

After Chen Ming escorted Deng Ziyang back to his family's carriage, he went to the Huo residence and asked the gatekeeper, who looked grief-stricken. The gatekeeper said that Deng Ziyang had fallen seriously ill the night before and that several doctors had been called in overnight, but they could not save him.

The person left during the night.

acute disease?

Who would believe that if I told them that?

How could a sixth-rank martial artist die from a sudden illness?
It's just fooling yourself.

Huo Chengkun actually died just like that...

Chen Ming had mixed feelings.

After he transmigrated, he met Huo Chengkun three times in total. In fact, he had to thank Huo Chengkun for being willing to keep him here as a sparring partner.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to become a martial artist so quickly.

Chen Ming didn't go in; he just left.

He wasn't Huo Chengkun's disciple, so it wasn't appropriate for him to go in at this time as an outsider.

As he left the Huo residence, it suddenly started to rain. The icy rain hit his face, bringing a refreshing chill.

……

"It's finally done!"

Three days later, in the morning, in the courtyard.

Chen Ming threw out two throwing knives, which landed with two sharp thuds in the center of a wooden board more than ten meters away. A sudden realization dawned on him, and he opened the panel to take a look.

【Level: 10】

Current points: 4401

[Techniques: Iron Horse Stake (Fifth Level Perfection), Three Yang Body Forging Technique (First Level 4/1000)]

Martial Arts Skills: Three Talents Fist (Mastery 55/500+), Eight Trigrams Saber Technique (Mastery), Zhuang Family Flying Knife (Beginner 1/500)

A new martial arts skill, "Zhuang's Flying Dagger," has been added to the panel.

It would be quite reasonable to name the throwing knives that Zhuang Xiaotian taught him "Zhuang's Flying Knife".

It requires 500 experience points to even begin, which is five times more than the "Eight Trigrams Knife Technique," proving that this martial art is at a higher level.

"Young Master is truly amazing."

"Young Master, you've mastered it."

Nearby, two girls around thirteen or fourteen years old clapped and cheered, then ran over, took the throwing knives stuck in the wooden board, and ran back to put them on the table next to him.

These two girls were the maids his sister-in-law had bought for him. They were dark-skinned and thin, but they were quick and efficient and had cheerful personalities.

She was said to be the daughter of a farmer in the countryside. Because of the famine last year, she borrowed money at high interest rates and couldn't repay it, so she was sold to human traffickers to pay off the debt.

The wealthy families in the city had already made their selections, and since no one wanted the two of them, they were sold off cheaply.

Seeing that the two girls were thin but strong and worked hard, Wei felt she had gotten a good deal and was very pleased with herself.

For her, being pretty or not was unimportant; as long as she could work, she was a good maid.

When Chen Ming saw the two of them, with beautiful maids by his side, his dream of having beautiful women by his side was shattered.

He named the two girls Chunxiang and Xiaxiang.

"add a bit!"

Chen Ming didn't hesitate and added 500 points.

Zhuang's Throwing Knife (Proficiency 1/1000)
In an instant, his mind was filled with insights into throwing knife techniques.

At the same time, my hands felt slightly sore and numb, and my nerves were undergoing some kind of subtle change.

It was as if he had been practicing for several years.

"Come again."

Another thousand points have been added.

Zhuang's Throwing Knife (Mastery 1/2000)

Suddenly, a flood of memories and insights surged into my mind once again.

At this level, he could use intermediate techniques with ease. He also had some confidence in advanced techniques.

"But it's not enough!"

Chen Ming gritted his teeth and added another two thousand points.

Zhuang's Flying Knife (Mastery)!
【Level: 10】

Current points: 901

[Techniques: Iron Horse Stake (Fifth Level Perfection), Three Yang Body Forging Technique (First Level 4/1000)]

Martial Arts Skills: Three Talents Fist (Mastery 55/500+), Eight Trigrams Saber Technique (Mastery), Zhuang Family Flying Knife (Mastery)

……

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

When Chunxiang saw Chen Ming suddenly close his eyes and stop moving, she became a little scared and called out softly. When he still didn't respond, she panicked and burst into tears, "It's over, this young master has been cursed to death by us again... Let's run away quickly..."

"Don't talk nonsense..."

Xia Xiang was also a little panicked, but she became even calmer and reached out to check Chen Ming's breath. Upon checking, she almost burst into tears as well, "It's over, it's over, he's really not breathing..." Just then, Chen Ming suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the two little maids who were crying their eyes out, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"It's come back to life!"

The two maids were so frightened they almost peed their pants; they screamed and tried to run away.

"Hahaha……"

It wasn't until they heard Chen Ming's loud laughter that they realized what was happening and scolded him, "Young Master, you actually scared us..."

"Young Master, you almost scared us to death..."

Chen Ming casually picked up two throwing knives, and without even looking at them, he flung them behind him. The two knives collided in mid-air, bounced off, and hit the bullseye of the two wooden boards respectively.

This technique, called "Chasing the Stars and Catching the Moon," can mislead the enemy and make them unable to defend against it.

After mastering the Zhuang family's throwing knives, he was no longer confined to the method taught by Zhuang Xiaotian; he could combine them arbitrarily without any fixed moves.

Chen Ming asked, "What did you mean by saying that it brings misfortune and death?"

Chunxiang's face stiffened.

Xia Xiang stammered, "Young...Young Master, we were just...talking nonsense, please don't take it to heart..."

Chen Ming said calmly, "Or, should I go ask the human traffickers?"

Chunxiang and Xiaxiang turned pale and finally couldn't bear it any longer, so they confessed.

It turns out that the two women weren't unwanted; they were just unlucky. Not long after they were bought, the master they served died a violent death.

The two of them were naturally considered jinxes, bringing bad luck. So, they were sent back to the slave trader.

"Young master, please don't send us away... That slave trader said that if we are sent back again, he will sell us to a brothel..."

"We don't want to go into a brothel..."

"Please...we don't want our wages..."

"Yes, as long as there's food to eat, that's enough..."

"Please don't send us away..."

Seeing the two girls kneeling on the ground, pleading with snot and tears streaming down their faces, Chen Ming felt a pang of pity and said, "Alright, get up."

"Master..."

Two dark-skinned little faces lifted up, tears streaming down their faces.

He couldn't muster even the slightest bit of pity; if it were a pretty maid, she would be in tears.

Forget it, he can't afford to support a pretty maid right now.

He's a bit dark-skinned, but he's quite efficient at his work.

"We'll see how you perform."

Chen Ming did not rule out any possibility.

The two maids were already extremely grateful and kowtowed.

"Alright, this way of bowing, are you trying to shorten my lifespan?"

He pulled them up and reminded them, "Don't let anyone else know about this, otherwise, if my sister-in-law finds out, she'll kick you out, and I won't be able to keep you."

The two maids nodded like chicks pecking at rice.

"Alright, get me some clothes ready, I'm going out."

……

Today is the day of Huo Chengkun's funeral.

Chen Ming had learned martial arts at the Huo family mansion, so naturally he was going.

He dressed in black, rode in a carriage, and arrived at the gate of the Huo residence, which was unusually lively today.

Huo Chengkun has been here for over a decade, and he has hundreds of disciples, including his close friends from his lifetime.

There were many more people like Chen Ming who, although not officially disciples, had studied martial arts at the Huo family mansion. That's why there were so many people there.

Upon entering the Huo residence, Chen Ming could discern the relationship between the people and Huo Chengkun simply by observing their attire.

Those dressed in mourning clothes were Huo Qianqian, a direct disciple and granddaughter.

Those with white cloth wrapped around their arms are registered disciples.

The rest are those with a more distant relationship.

Chen Ming finally ran into an acquaintance, Hong Mingquan.

"You're here."

Hong Mingquan's expression was somewhat numb, but when he saw him, a glimmer of light finally appeared in his dull eyes.

Fifth Senior Brother.

Chen Ming called out, sounding somewhat saddened, "How could it be so sudden? What exactly happened to Old Master Huo that day?"

He asked the question only when he saw that no one was paying attention.

Hong Mingquan shook his head, avoiding the topic, and only said, "Could you come over tonight? I have something to ask of you."

(End of this chapter)