From stable boy to peerless immortal

At the same time, a warm current appeared out of nowhere in Shen Yuan's body.

This warm current transformed into wisps of heat that flowed into every part of his body.

Then, Shen Yuan felt a surge of energy, as if his muscles and skin were being nourished, just like soaking in a hot spring.

This warm current wasn't much, and it quickly dissipated completely.

However, Shen Yuan felt that he was in better condition than ever before!

He was like someone who had taken a super-strength drug; his mind became clear, his energy was abundant, and even the strength of his muscles and bones seemed to have increased!

Looking at the attribute panel of the Fire Roman clone, the growth period (65%) has suddenly changed to (66%).

The fire-breathing Roman in front of us seemed to be a bit larger, though not noticeably so.

"Essence, Vitality, and Blood..."

Shen Yuan was overjoyed.

He clenched his fist and found that his strength had increased significantly, and his thin frame had become more muscular.

"Could it be that each time my clone grows, it gives me this kind of benefit in return?"

Shen Yuan instantly thought of many things: "If I obtain the qualification to learn martial arts and start practicing, with these gifts as an aid, wouldn't I be able to fly?!"

When he came to his senses and realized that his Fire Roman clone was hungry again, Shen Yuan poured all the remaining feed into the manger.

"Eat up, eat more, the more the better!"

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Before long, Shen Yuan and the others went to the communal kitchen, or canteen, for lunch.

In the courtyard, there were two large wooden buckets, and a fat man carrying a large iron ladle was busy serving people food.

The steaming heat, mingled with the aroma of food, made Shen Yuan and the others, who had been starving for half a day, swallow their saliva and swarm over.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The fat man swung the iron ladle and began to beat the servants. Several servants covered their heads and howled in pain, their heads bleeding profusely. The fat man, however, continued to curse them.

"You bunch of sons of bitches, get in line! Anyone who doesn't behave won't get any food today!"

Everyone fell silent, and only then did they obediently line up.

Before long, Shen Yuan, holding a bowl of stew and two steamed buns, squatted in the corner of the yard and buried himself in his rice, just like everyone else.

The stew mainly consisted of radishes and cabbage, with a piece of pork skin mixed in. A few pig hairs on the skin hadn't been cleaned off, but Shen Yuan stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it as if he had found a treasure.

Before he awakened his memories in this life, most of his memories were related to hunger. He had even eaten tree bark, let alone meat.

I was so afraid of being hungry!

Just as he was wolfing down his food, Shen Yuan smelled the aroma of meat. He turned his head and saw that in a room not far away, several elegantly dressed stewards were sitting at their seats, enjoying wine and delicious food. The roast chicken, braised pork, lamb leg and other dishes on the table smelled wonderful.

The fat man who had just served the food was now smiling and at her beck and call.

Looking at the large pot of stew in my own bowl, which had very little oil, the difference was obvious.

Shen Yuan was taken aback, but then he understood.

These stewards were different from them. Although they also served the Marquis's mansion, most of them had escaped slavery and possessed martial arts skills, making them much higher in status than these servants.

As for the difference in treatment between the two sides, Shen Yuan didn't feel there was anything wrong with it.

Even in the canteen of my previous life, the food for employees was vastly different from the special meals for the company's top executives, let alone in a feudal society with clear class distinctions.

On one side are cattle and horses sold into slavery, while on the other side are high-level workers and managers who hold some power and whose words carry weight.

Different levels of rank naturally result in vastly different treatment.

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"When working in the Marquis's residence, you must first understand one thing: the rules of the Marquis's residence are paramount!"

In the afternoon, on a desolate wasteland overgrown with weeds in the Western Hills.

A steward stood before Shen Yuan and the others, hands behind his back, recounting the rules and taboos of the manor:

"As a servant, one must adhere to one's duties and always consider the master's interests. One should not look at what one should not look at, listen to what one should not listen to, or ask what one should not ask."

"In addition, one must not be disrespectful to superiors, spread rumors, or gossip. One must not disclose the master's affairs, and one must not embezzle property... If one makes a mistake, one must apologize and accept punishment... When speaking, one must not make loud noises..."

"Walk lightly, steadily, and slowly, and never walk in the middle of the road. Walk on either side of the road. When you encounter masters, mistresses, young masters, or young ladies, you must step aside and give way, keeping your eyes lowered and never looking directly into the eyes of the master of the house..."

After recounting the rules, he added, "Do you know why I brought you here?"

The crowd shook their heads, looking somewhat bewildered.

"Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough."

Manager Huang gave a meaningful smile, but did not offer any further explanation.

However, Shen Yuan, standing in the crowd, felt a sense of foreboding.

Just like in his previous life in the workplace, if an employee was disobedient or a new leader joined the company, he would often choose to make an example of someone to establish his authority. This was a common but very effective tactic.

They were all newcomers, and it was perfectly reasonable and logical for Manager Huang to take the opportunity to establish his authority.

Sure enough, before long, two heavily armed guards brought a servant to the group.

The servants' eyes were blindfolded and their hands were tied.

When the black cloth covering his face was removed and he saw the scene around him, the young servant's legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground.

"Manager Huang, spare me! Spare me! I've been framed..."

His face was ashen, clearly knowing what he was about to face, and he hurriedly begged for mercy.

"Sun Er, not only did you have an affair with Cui'er, the maidservant of Madam Pei from the third wife's household, but you also conspired with her to steal Madam Pei's jewelry. For both crimes, according to the rules of our Marquis's mansion, you should be executed by being cut in half at the waist."

Manager Huang's face remained indifferent and unmoved: "As for whether you are innocent or not, the evidence is irrefutable. What are you still trying to argue about?"

Sun Er knelt on the ground and pleaded, "Manager Huang, I'm truly innocent! It was Madam Wu from the main branch who told me to do this..."

"shut up!"

Upon hearing the words "Madam Wu of the First Wife," the usually aloof Steward Huang's expression changed. Before Sun Er could finish speaking, he slapped him across the face: "You're about to die, and you still dare to spout nonsense!"

"Guards! Gouge out his tongue first! Then administer the family punishment!"

Manager Huang was clearly skilled in martial arts; with one slap, he knocked out most of Sun Er's teeth, leaving his mouth full of blood, and he immediately passed out.

Then, someone used iron pliers to tear off his tongue, blood spurting out, which woke Sun Er up, and he rolled on the ground in pain.

Immediately, a guard drew his long sword, its snow-white blade gleaming with a chilling light, and a cold, menacing aura emanated from it.

puff--

With a flash of light, Sun Er was cleaved in two at the waist.

"Waaaah... Waaah..."

Without his tongue, Sun Er struggled and let out a strange, shrill howl.

His eyes were filled with resentment, his face contorted in pain, and he glared at Steward Huang, dragging half of his body as he crawled on the ground, leaving long trails of blood.

Having witnessed such a bloody scene, Shen Yuan felt a chill run down his spine and his hair stand on end!

At this moment, he finally realized the cruelty and ruthlessness of this magnificent and solemn mansion!

Others were even worse off; some trembled with fear and wet their pants, while others were so frightened that they vomited their lunch.

For example, Shen Yuan's roommate, Chen Youqing, was vomiting violently and his face turned blue.

"Keep a close eye on them..."

Manager Huang ignored Sun Er and coldly stared at the crowd: "This is the consequence of breaking the family rules and regulations!"

"Anyone who breaks the rules of this household will be punished according to the family rules!"

Everyone fell silent, too terrified to utter a sound.

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