Sweeping Through Martial Arts: My Clone's Extraordinary Talent

Ten days passed in the blink of an eye.

Mirror owner: Shen Han

Cultivation level: Skin Refining

Exercise: Ancient Yang Gong (Mastery)

Martial Arts: Raging Dragon Fist (Perfected), Sky-Splitting Blade Technique (Mastered)

Skill: Medical Skills (Perfect)

During this period, under Shen Han's command, the clone did not get a moment's rest.

He spends two-thirds of his time each day practicing the Ancient Yang Skill, and with the combined effects of the Qi Condensation Powder, his cultivation progresses at an incredibly rapid pace. With gradual progress, his strength gradually approaches a thousand jin.

At the same time, Gu Yang Gong was also mastered to perfection.

The remaining third of the time was spent honing those five moves of the Sky-Splitting Blade Technique.

Unbeknownst to him, his swordsmanship had also reached a high level of mastery.

Shen Han's current strength is on a completely different level compared to before.

Of course, the clones' appetites also increased significantly.

Beef and chicken are essential, and in addition, venison is eaten every other day.

Shen Han calculated that the clone's food expenses were about two hundred coins per day, which was almost the amount an ordinary person would spend in a month and a half!

But this is a requirement that must be met.

There's no other way; without enough food, the clones can't work day and night, and their progress won't be as fast.

on the other hand.

The reputation of Xuanhu Medical Clinic in Sanhe County is growing day by day, encompassing more than half of the county's business.

The core of this group is Shen Han from Clinic No. 13.

Many people come from far and wide to seek treatment from Shen Han, because Dr. Shen's treatment methods are the cheapest and most effective.

The registration system has also been extended to all clinics, which has further improved the efficiency and reputation of medical institutions.

With the clinic's renowned reputation, its owner, Han Zhengming, naturally became a prominent figure in the county, and his social engagements never ceased.

Han Zhengming knew that all of this was thanks to Shen Han. In order to keep Shen Han, he not only increased Shen Han's monthly salary, but also directly ordered the kitchen to provide separate meals for Clinic No. 13, with Shen Han having the final say on the daily food.

"Little Shen, I knew I hadn't misjudged you!"

Before finishing his shift, Huang Tie stroked his white beard and walked cheerfully into clinic number thirteen.

"Old Huang, please stop laughing at me."

Shen Han invited him to sit down.

Shen Han genuinely respected Huang Tie; without his guidance and recommendation, he wouldn't have developed so well.

"I just went to see Master Han. He said that before the month is even over, the clinic's profits have already increased by 60%, which is unprecedented since the clinic was established."

"So many?"

Feng Hao, who was making tea, exclaimed in surprise.

Huang Tie laughed and said, "I didn't expect that either, but the ledger doesn't lie."

Therefore, Director Han made his decision.

After work tonight, we'll have a celebratory banquet at the clinic, a good meal for everyone.

Therefore, Master Han spent a lot of money to hire chefs from Tianxianglou Restaurant to take charge of the cooking, and the kitchen is already making purchases and preparations.

"Can I get it packed up?" Shen Han thought to himself, "That way I can save on food expenses for my clone for a day."

"Little Shen, I'd like to have a good drink with you then."

"no problem."

Shen Han smiled and said, "I have to go out for a bit, I'll be back before dinner."

After leaving the house, he stumbled and made his way to the blacksmith's shop.

"Young master, your sword is finished."

As soon as the shopkeeper Lei Ming saw Shen Han, he pulled him into the inner room.

Open a wooden box.

Swish!

A gleaming, dark-colored scimitar came into view.

The blade is about four feet long, wide and heavy, with a handle made of fine poplar wood and an extremely sharp blade.

"A fine knife!"

Shen Han picked up the curved sword and said.

Lei Ming laughed and said, "Young master, please rest assured. This knife is made exactly according to your blueprints. It weighs exactly one hundred catties and incorporates sixty catties of sulfur iron. It can be said to cut iron like mud."

Shen Han was very satisfied, took out thirty taels of silver, and paid the balance.

This money was commission he earned over ten days by making medical visits.

Lei Ming accepted the silver and then said, "By the way, young master, I've prepared a piece of coarse brown cloth for you. When you go out, you'd better wrap the knife up."

"Um."

Shen Han understood Lei Ming's meaning.

This scimitar is too big and too heavy. If it were to be carried openly and flaunted in the city, it would attract a lot of attention and easily cause unnecessary trouble. It might even lead to the blacksmith shop being shut down by the county government.

"Young master, if you need anything in the future, just come to me, and I'll give you the best discount."

After seeing Shen Han out, Lei Ming said solicitously.

"must."

Shen Han slung his curved sword over his shoulder and quickly left.

He slipped into a secluded corner, and seeing that no one was around, he took out a curved knife from his coarse cloth.

This knife weighs 100 jin (50 kg), and ordinary people would find it difficult to even lift it, let alone use it.

But Shen Han took the curved blade in his hand with ease.

"Let's give it a name... how about calling it the Heavy Iron Curved Blade!"

Then, Shen Han took out a bronze mirror and had his clone switch to a heavy iron curved sword to practice the Heaven-Splitting Sword Technique.

Whoosh!

The heavy iron scimitar entered the bronze mirror.

The clone, wielding a curved sword, began to practice. The posture and movements of the swordsman instantly rose to a higher level, incomparable to those of a woodcutter.

"what?"

Suddenly, Shen Han shuddered.

He stared at the bronze mirror and thought to himself: Whether there are treasures like storage space in this world is unknown for the time being, but doesn't this bronze mirror have the function of storage?

I was originally worried about carrying the scimitar, but with the bronze mirror, that's not a problem at all!

Thinking of this, Shen Han felt much better.

……

"Come on, everyone, let's all raise a glass to young Master Shen!"

In the evening, ten square tables were set up in the back garden of the Xuanhu Medical Clinic, and the tables were crammed full of delicious and colorful delicacies.

Han Zhengming, beaming with health, urged everyone to drink.

Shen Han was seated right next to Han Zhengming, which shows his status in the clinic.

It only took Shen Han a little over a month to go from a menial servant to a celebrity, and he became a role model for even the most diligent menial servants and apprentices.

"Young Dr. Shen, our clinic is proud of you!"

"Yes, I have been practicing medicine for seventeen years and have never seen a doctor as miraculous as Dr. Shen."

"Young Physician Shen, do you have a lover?"

"Young Dr. Shen, I'd like to ask you about your migraine treatment plan later."

Despite being surrounded by a table full of food, Shen Han had no chance to eat.

Because people kept coming to offer toasts.

Han Zhengming and Huang Tie sat on his left and right, helping him fend off a lot of drinks.

"Master, something terrible has happened!"

Just then.

A guard rushed into the back garden, his face full of fear and trepidation.

In an instant, the back garden fell silent.

Han Zhengming put down his wine glass, frowned, and said, "What's going on? Tell me slowly."

"Outside... there are three people trying to force their way into the clinic."

"These petty scoundrels are nothing to fear. Just have Guard Zhan drive them away, won't that solve the problem?"

"Master, Guard Zhan was severely injured in one move by them."

"What did you say?!"

Not only Han Zhengming, but everyone was shocked.

Zhan Chaoyang is a master of the Skin Refining Realm. The person who could injure him must be someone of great importance!

"Heh, Han Zhengming, Master Han, aren't you getting over here yet?"

No sooner said than a loud male voice came from the front yard.

"Master, he's the leader!"

The guard hurriedly said.

"Follow me!"

Han Zhengming clenched his fists and walked towards the front yard.

No one was in the mood to eat anymore, and they all followed behind, with many even picking up weapons.