Chapter 133: Heavy Iron

Encountering such bad luck while checking on a residence, Cheng Feng quickened his pace and returned straight to his manor.

He called for Zheng Ya directly to keep him company.

Although doing "that" during the day was not ideal, Cheng Feng felt unhappy inside and, unable to vent his anger on others, had no choice but to call his woman to work hard with him and earn Fortune Points.

Name: Cheng Feng

Lifespan: 17 (80)

Talent: More Children More Blessings

Skills: Fishing (Proficient 90/100)

Archery (Novice 12/100)

Basic Blade Technique (Master 10/200)

Thunder Blood-Burst Art (Intermediate 320/500)

Swift Wind Blade Technique: (Novice 0/200)

Thunder Blade Technique: (Novice 0/200)

Mountain Crushing Fist: (Proficient 33/200)

Fortune Points: 2

Lucky Bag: 0

Looking at his Panmian, especially those two blade techniques that were still marking time, Cheng Feng felt heartache.

But hindered by his aptitude and the channels for obtaining Fortune Points,

Cheng Feng could only first add all his Fortune Points to the Thunder Blood-Burst Art to improve his realm; as for martial skills, the Proficient-level Mountain Crushing Fist was enough.

Moreover, he still had the Ghost Doctor Book, the Spirit Prescription Dao Secret Canon inheritance, the Needle Yama Art, and the Chaotic Void Steps—these Secret Manuals scavenged from Nie Yuan's cave had not yet reached the Novice level.

Cheng Feng decided that while saving up enough Fortune Points for an upgrade, he would first get these Secret Manuals to the Novice level.

Additionally, Cheng Feng's blade also needed an upgrade.

His Basic Blade Technique was at least at the Master level, and it was precisely because it was raised to the Master level that those two blade techniques reached the Novice level; Cheng Feng could not yet confirm the relationship between them, but he felt this Basic Blade Technique was very important and could not be neglected.

Holding the smooth and tender Zheng Ya, Cheng Feng thought about his upcoming arrangements.

The Hong Sect was basically on the right track; the protection fees, venue fees, brothels, casinos, and transport commissions he took over could bring in about two hundred taels a month. After deducting the one hundred and seventy taels a month for supporting his men, there was a surplus of thirty taels, but he still needed experts to join in preparation for future needs, which required further searching.

Cheng Feng had made fifty catties of Fine Salt directly; selling it three times a month, ten catties of Fine Salt each time, he could keep it up, and six hundred taels a month was no problem.

The tavern was the same as usual, but Cheng Feng had already started planning to open branch taverns.

The dividend from one tavern was about twenty taels.

Cheng Feng decided to involve the Martial Arts Hall so that everyone would default to thinking the tavern was an industry of the Tieshan Martial Arts Hall; it wouldn't earn much money, but at least it would be safe.

Cheng Feng hadn't seen that little cutie Meiniang for a long time either; he wondered if she still missed him.

Seeing that Cheng Feng seemed somewhat unsatisfied, Zheng Ya propped up her plump body, rubbed against him, and said coquettishly, "Master, this slave still wants..."

Cheng Feng, who still had energy to spare, naturally wouldn't waste the beauty's good intentions; after all, the women were still very shy, and achievements like sleeping together under one quilt had not yet been reached because Cheng Feng had been busy with matters recently.

But when it came to monopolizing the beauty, Cheng Feng had never admitted defeat, especially after injecting the Super Serum; Cheng Feng's energy was unimaginably vigorous, and it was only because he feared the women couldn't handle it that he didn't show his full strength.

Clearly, the charming Zheng Ya had forgotten the previous lesson; in the midst of the clouds and rain again, she was lost and obsessed, unable to extricate herself.

After taming the plump Zheng Ya, Cheng Feng had some things he wanted to go to the Martial Arts Hall to ask his master, Wang Tieshan.

Lao Wang had been quite good to him, especially after roughly understanding his talent; the self-justified "hard at first, easy later" talent hit the bullseye for Cheng Feng.

Arriving at the Martial Arts Hall and seeing Lao San practicing martial arts diligently, Cheng Feng felt very gratified; after struggling for so long, he could finally see his own people having the right to choose and living better and better.

Lao San's talent was alright; with some effort and the assistance of medicinal herbs, Blood Refining should be no problem, and by injecting a Super Serum, Bone Refining should also be possible.

This was the reason Cheng Feng thought highly of Lao San.

After greeting Qian Ming, he headed straight for the Rear Courtyard.

Watching his second brother's back in the distance, Cheng Lei practiced martial arts even more vigorously.

Under the nourishment of the red-scaled giant snake's flesh, Cheng Lei was already a Martial Artist at the Strength Refining Initial Stage.

Everyone knew about this, but no one knew that it was because Cheng Feng had later found opportunities to secretly send snake meat twice that Cheng Lei's progress was so fast.

The women at home were all very sensible and kept the snake meat for Cheng Feng to handle as instructed.

At the time, Cheng Feng was quite busy, so he left it aside; now with the addition of Xu Miao, this snake meat should naturally be turned into strength as soon as possible.

Arriving at the Rear Courtyard of the Martial Arts Hall, the senior sister was also talking to Wang Tieshan about something.

Seeing Cheng Feng arrive, they stopped talking.

Cheng Feng exchanged greetings with the senior sister Zhao Wei, and thoughts of being with Xu Miao flashed through his mind again—if he did "that" with a high-level female Martial Artist, would the Fortune Points increase?

In the blink of an eye, he suppressed these distracting thoughts and paid his respects to his master, Wang Tieshan.

Wang Tieshan looked at this Closed-door Disciple who was very capable of causing trouble, smiling as he watched Cheng Feng.

His breath was long and his gaze was solid; this was a sign of further progress in the Blood Refining realm!

"What wind blew you, my Closed-door Disciple, here? You haven't come to see me for a long time, kid," Wang Tieshan laughed.

Cheng Feng said respectfully, "My strength has improved recently, so I only dared to come and report the good news to Master after stabilizing it."

Zhao Wei was stunned upon hearing this; wasn't he only at the Blood Refining Initial Stage a few months ago?

He had made progress so quickly?

She then heard Cheng Feng say, "I broke through a small realm, making Master laugh." Wang Tieshan was also stunned; he could roughly tell there was progress, but he hadn't expected it to be a direct breakthrough of a small Blood Refining realm!

Before he could ask, Cheng Feng added, "A strange thing happened after the realm breakthrough. Disciple feels that my strength has greatly increased, and the blade I used before feels too light. I came this time to ask Master, what should I do every time I feel the blade can't keep up with my strength in the future? Does it mean I have to change the blade every time?"

Wang Tieshan stroked his beard, appearing quite interested in the question Cheng Feng raised.

The improvement of the Blood Refining realm indeed generally does not lead to a mismatch between weapons and strength, but Wang Tieshan was, after all, experienced; he knew well that the path of cultivation is ever-changing, and all kinds of situations can occur.

"The situation you mentioned is indeed rare, but it is not without precedent." Wang Tieshan spoke slowly, his voice filled with steadiness and wisdom. "Generally speaking, when a Martial Artist feels that their weapon is too light and their strength cannot be fully exerted, one can indeed increase the weight of the weapon by adding a material called Heavy Iron to make it more suitable for one's strength."

He paused for a moment and continued to explain, "Heavy Iron is a particularly rare ore; it can not only increase the weight of the weapon but also improve its toughness and hardness. When adding Heavy Iron, one needs to calculate precisely based on the material of the weapon and one's own strength to ensure that while the weight of the weapon is increased, it does not lose its original flexibility."

"Heavy Iron is hard to come by, but I do happen to have a piece. You just need to find a highly skilled master to smelt it into your weapon. I didn't give you anything good when you first joined, so just take this piece of Heavy Iron as a congratulatory gift from me!" In just a few words, Wang Tieshan solved the problem that had been troubling Cheng Feng for several months.

It wasn't that Cheng Feng hadn't asked blacksmiths before, but they all suggested that he should just have a new weapon forged instead.

Cheng Feng saw through the blacksmiths at a glance; they were just trying to make a quick buck. At the time, Cheng Feng felt stingy about the silver and didn't agree, wanting to return to the Martial Arts Hall first to see if his master had any good suggestions.

Who would have thought he could get a piece of Heavy Iron for free?

After bowing to thank his master, Cheng Feng headed straight for the accounting office.