Sweeping Through Martial Arts: My Clone's Extraordinary Talent

Upon returning home in haste, Shen Han eagerly instructed his clone to practice the breathing technique.

The so-called breathing technique involves drawing qi into the body, condensing true qi, improving various physical qualities, and thus increasing one's cultivation level. The method of cultivation is very simple.

After the clone finished reading, it threw the manual out of the mirror.

The next moment, the clone bent his knees slightly and squatted, his feet like the roots of an old tree, and his spine straight up like a spear.

He was like a wooden stake rooted in the mountains.

Next, the clone silently recited the breathing incantation, lowered its shoulders and elbows, and gently inhaled and exhaled through its mouth and nose according to the breathing method, with extremely smooth and coordinated movements.

Half an hour passed quickly.

Exercise: Breathing Technique (Beginner)

A new section for cultivation techniques appeared on the panel, and the breathing technique was easily learned by the clone.

Looking at the clone in the mirror again, he used the breathing technique to circulate his energy through the body repeatedly. Puffs of white smoke even rose from the back of the clone's head.

"I could never reach this level in my entire life."

Shen Han muttered to himself, "Elder Huang and Guard Zhan both think I have no talent, but they don't know that I have a clone to cultivate for me."

This is perfect; it suits my low-key development.

"Cloning, oh cloning, let's have a clear division of labor. You're responsible for training day and night, and I'll be responsible for earning money to support you."

Having said that, he took out the food he had bought from his bundle and handed it all to his clone, most of which was meat...

Two days have passed before we even realized it.

These past two days, my clone has been studying medicine during the day and practicing breathing techniques at night, leading a very fulfilling life.

"Something has changed!"

As soon as he got out of bed in the morning, Shen Han felt something unusual about his body and quickly opened the control panel.

Mirror owner: Shen Han

Cultivation level: None

Exercise: Breathing Technique (Minor Success)

Martial Arts: Basic Fist Techniques (Perfect)

Skill: Medical Skills (Minor Mastery)

The breathing technique has been advanced to a minor level.

Shen Han took a deep breath. Although his cultivation level was still zero, he could clearly feel that his strength had at least doubled.

"Let's try out some boxing..."

He walked into the courtyard and performed a set of basic boxing techniques that he had already mastered.

Click!

At this point, the fist technique possessed a powerful force, striking with a resounding clang and immense power, making it incomparable to what it had been before.

In other words, it's finally okay to hurt people.

"Move the stones again."

He walked over to the rock that weighed about two hundred pounds, reached down, and with a casual lift, easily raised the rock.

We're on the right track!

Shen Han was secretly delighted.

He's practiced the breathing technique these past two days, and he already possesses over two hundred jin of strength. If he continues practicing, he should be able to break through to the Skin Refining Realm soon.

I wonder if my current strength is enough to fight Scarface Hu Jiao?

Shen Han walked out of the courtyard and headed to the Xuanhu Medical Clinic.

As he walked, he thought to himself:

A new problem has arisen: I currently have only one hundred coins left, which, at most, is enough to feed my clones for the next two days.

What should we do? If all else fails, should we borrow some from Old Huang?

"Let's begin taking attendance."

Under the morning sun, in the square of the clinic, the old steward Qian Cheng was assigning miscellaneous tasks as usual.

With his five-day clinic assistance assignment complete, Shen Han stood in a row with the other handymen to receive his assignments.

After a while.

Everyone received their tasks and dispersed, leaving only Shen Han in the square.

"Manager Qian?"

Shen Han opened his mouth to ask a question.

Unexpectedly, Qian Cheng interrupted him with a smile: "Little Shen, you have performed well in the clinic. With the consent of Master Han, you are now promoted to apprentice physician in the clinic."

"Thank you, Manager Qian!"

Shen Han hurriedly clasped his hands in thanks.

Qian Cheng smiled and said, "No need to thank me. You earned this all through your own hard work. Doctor Huang speaks highly of you."

Starting this month, your monthly allowance will increase to two taels of silver.

Furthermore, Dr. Huang specifically requested that you go to clinic number eight to continue your medical studies under his guidance.

"I will definitely live up to your expectations."

Shen Han was very happy. Being promoted to apprentice meant that he would have a lot more money on hand, which was of great significance to the cultivation of his clone.

They quickly arrived at Clinic No. 8.

In the clinic, besides the old doctor Huang Tie, there was also a young man, Feng Hao, who had returned to his hometown a few days ago for a funeral.

"Xiao Shen and Xiao Feng, you two need to work together, okay?"

"Yes, Elder Huang!"

The two agreed in unison.

As patients filed in, the day's clinic work began.

Just half a day later, Feng Hao was surprised.

He thought Shen Han would be clumsy since he had just started as an apprentice, but he was surprised to find that Shen Han's medical skills seemed to be almost on par with Old Master Huang's!

Old Huang even gave half of the patients who came to see him to Shen Han for treatment.

Crucially, Shen Han handled everything quite well.

How terrifying must this level of medical understanding be?

Shocked, Feng Hao studied even harder.

In this way, the old man and the two young men worked together seamlessly, and the patient turnover rate in Clinic No. 8 was extremely high. Naturally, the income brought to the clinic also increased steadily, and the meals that the kitchen sent to the three of them were much more plentiful.

After a long day of work, Shen Han returned to the courtyard.

"Xiao Shen, are you adjusting well at the clinic these past few days?"

Just as the door was about to open, a beautiful woman in her early twenties slowly walked out from the next room. She had a graceful figure and was quite pretty.

"Sister Yunyi, I have become Lang Zhong's apprentice."

Shen Han said repeatedly.

"Really? That means you have a real talent for medicine, Xiao Shen."

"Thanks to Sister Yunyi's introduction."

"It was nothing, Xiao Shen. You must be tired after a long day. Here, have some."

He handed the two scallion pancakes in his hand to Shen Han.

"Thank you, Sister Yunyi."

Shen Han was genuinely grateful to the woman in front of him.

Her given name was Yunyi.

More than half a month ago, Shen Han had just moved into the small courtyard. He was idle and struggling to make a living. It was Yun Yi who introduced him to Xuanhu Medical Clinic.

These days, Yunyi often brings him food.

You could say that, outside of the clinic, this neighbor woman was the kindest to him.

Shen Han didn't hold back and took a bite, his mouth filled with fragrance.

"Oh, right, Xiao Shen."

Suddenly, Yunyi spoke up, "Have you heard of anyone at the clinic?"

"Who?"

"Lu Qiling".

Shen Han thought about it carefully and shook his head heavily.

Yunyi's expression immediately darkened.

Shen Han asked, "Sister Yunyi, who is this Lu Qiling?"

Yunyi forced a smile: "It's nothing, I was just asking casually."

She then changed the subject.

Shen Han didn't press the matter, but instead pondered to himself: Sister Yunyi isn't from the clinic, so how did she manage to get me into the clinic? What exactly is her connection to the clinic?

Also, who exactly is this Lu Qiling?

I'll ask Feng Hao and Old Huang tomorrow.

Shen Han made up his mind.

Back in the house, he first took a bath, then lay sprawled on the bed, holding a bronze mirror, staring at the clone inside as he practiced breathing techniques, much like watching short videos in his previous life.

This observation lasted for more than an hour.

Before we knew it, it was the hour of Hai (9-11 PM).

"No, go away!"

Just as he was about to put down the bronze mirror and go to sleep, Yunyi's terrified scream rang out from outside the room.