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Chapter 10 Breakthrough to Rank 9

Young Master Nongyu tore the paper into shreds, scattering the pieces all over the ground.

Seeing this, Shen Yan couldn't help but feel curious.

"Is Yuan Huamei really ugly?"

"Although Yuan Huamei was not a beauty that could topple kingdoms, she was still a rare beauty."

"Aren't you satisfied yet?!"

Shen Yan couldn't help but make the connection, thinking to himself.

"It seems that rich women have some special hobbies; it's true that being a kept man isn't a good thing."

However, since Young Master Nongyu was imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison, he was at the mercy of others, and such resistance was of little use.

He couldn't help but offer his advice.

"Patience is the shortcut to wealth and status. Suffer in your lower body, and you'll be happy in your later years. There are hardly any perfect things in this world."

"Besides, you're in the Heavenly Prison, like a fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others. No matter how much you resist, it's futile. You might as well just give in."

Upon hearing Shen Yan's words, Young Master Nongyu fell into deep thought. He understood the meaning behind Shen Yan's words perfectly, but he couldn't make up his mind.

He lowered his head in thought, and Shen Yan waited quietly by his side without any rush.

for a long time.

When Young Master Nongyu spoke, his words were exceptionally resolute, like a brave warrior facing death.

"I didn't expect that a jailer like you could have some sense in what you said. Yuan Qingshi has found a good persuader."

"You're right, a little suffering in the lower body leads to happiness in the rest of your life. Although Yuan Huamei is a shameless whore who sleeps with everyone, Yuan Qingshi also has homosexual tendencies."

"Today I endure and bow my head, but one day I may well be able to do what Murong Chong did, kill Fu Jian, and restore the Western Yan."

「!?」

Shen Yan was deeply shocked by his words, which seemed to be completely different from what he had imagined.

According to historical records, Murong Chong, as described by Nongyu Gongzi, was taken in as a male concubine by Fu Jian because of his handsome appearance.

At this moment, he compared himself to Murong Chong, which would be tantamount to saying that Yuan Qingshi was Fu Jian.

"Hiss! So the real collector was someone else!"

For a moment, Shen Yan felt like he was about to develop a brain. He suddenly remembered that he had just mentioned Yuan Huamei. His curiosity piqued, Shen Yan quickly asked.

"What happened to Yuan Huamei? Rumor has it that she threatened to kill herself to get Yuan Qingshi to protect you."

Young Master Nongyu wore a mocking expression, his words filled with resentment.

"Heh! At first, I did have thoughts of stealing her away. But after getting to know her, I realized she was nothing but a whore, she wouldn't even spare the coachman in the manor."

"Most of the servants in Yuan Qingshi's household who were beaten to death were those who had affairs with her. Later, her fiancé found out, and Yuan Qingshi pushed me out to take the blame."

Shen Yan secretly realized that he knew a little too much.

"This damned curiosity... I can only hope that Young Master Nongyu isn't a gossip."

When Young Master Nongyu saw Shen Yan standing there in a daze, he assumed that Shen Yan was shocked by the news.

It would be strange if ordinary people weren't surprised to know this.

Go back to Yuan Qingshi and tell him that I have agreed.

Having accomplished his task, Shen Yan didn't want to linger and quickly left.

The Control Yuan is a pillar of the upright faction, but I never expected that it would harbor such dirty secrets.

Shen Yan relayed Nongyu Gongzi's words to the steward of Yuan Qingshi's residence.

He was shocked to hear Shen Yan say that Young Master Nongyu had actually given in.

A while ago, when he was imprisoned at Dali Temple, he gave the messenger a good scolding.

Although I don't understand it, it's a good thing that I agreed.

He also had to rush back to report.

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After bidding farewell to Yuan Qingshi's steward, Shen Yan did not go straight home.

Instead, they arrived near Lin Changfu's mistress's house, which was not far from the Sifang Trading Company, both located in the east of the city.

After confirming the address was correct, I knocked on the door.

The person who opened the door was a woman, around twenty years old, with delicate features and a gentle face. She didn't seem to be from Bianjing; she looked more like a woman from Jiangnan.

Shen Yan secretly sighed at Lin Changfu's good fortune, guessing that he had hooked up with him while traveling around the country.

The woman was wearing a plain-colored long dress, and her belly was very prominent, indicating that she was about to give birth.

Before she could ask, Shen Yan spoke up.

"It was Manager Xu who sent me. He suddenly had to go to the northern desert and won't be able to come back anytime soon."

"Come in."

The woman's name was Han Ningshuang, while Lin Changfu was using the alias Xu Lang in her presence. She was unaware of Lin Changfu's true identity.

Perhaps Lin Changfu had already foreseen this day, knowing that his backing would eventually collapse, and this was the way out he left for himself.

The room was very clean, showing that Han Ningshuang was very diligent in tidying it up. The furnishings were simple, yet cozy.

She poured Shen Yan a glass of water. It was already dinnertime, but Han Ningshuang's table only had a few coarse steamed buns and pickled vegetables.

This was considered meager even by ordinary people, let alone for a pregnant woman with a large belly who needed nutrition at that time.

Shen Yan drank the water and didn't linger, so he left her ten taels of silver to buy some food to nourish her body.

At the time of parting.

Han Ningshuang suddenly asked.

"Honey, is he not coming back?"

Shen Yan didn't know how to answer, so she could only change the subject.

"Sister-in-law, if you encounter any difficulties, you can find me in Qingyi Lane next to the Duke of Dingguo. My name is Shen Yan."

After saying this, he turned and left. Shen Yan knew that Lin Changfu was doomed, but he couldn't bear to tell Han Ningshuang now.

Back home, Shen Yan began to temper and refine his body. He was very close to breaking through, and his heart began to feel anxious.

He seems to be only a hair's breadth away from being a ninth-rank martial artist, but their strengths are worlds apart.

According to Zhu Zhengyang, before he entered the prison, he could fight against more than a dozen strong men by himself.

A ninth-rank martial artist possesses a long and steady aura, and has already generated internal strength. If one is an internal martial artist, one can condense true qi at the ninth rank.

Both the ability to fight enemies and one's physical condition will undergo significant changes.

After finishing his practice, Shen Yan was soaked in sweat.

After washing myself clean, I returned to my room and stared blankly at the moon outside the window.

Shen Yan had fallen asleep at some point.

When I woke up in the morning, I felt a powerful, surging force within my body.

The energy travels throughout the body, reaching every limb and bone.

Shen Yan suddenly opened his eyes, let out a soft shout, and leaped out of bed.

His whole body was filled with energy, and fine sweat began to seep from his skin, which soon turned from clear beads of sweat to black.

He had a faint stench emanating from him.

Feeling the power flowing through one's own meridians, with every wave of the hand and movement, it seemed as if there were the roars of tigers and the howls of dragons.

Of course, Shen Yan knew that this was an illusion brought about by his breakthrough.

However, it is true that his strength has greatly improved.

His face lit up with joy. Since arriving in this world, Shen Yan had always felt insecure.

Every day, I am cautious and careful, fearing that one wrong step will lead to utter ruin.

Now that I have successfully entered the ranks and become a ninth-grade martial artist, I can say that I have the capital to establish myself.

According to the laws of the Great Zhou Dynasty, a ninth-rank martial artist is treated the same as a scholar, and since they are not guilty of crimes, it is evident that officials do not kneel.

If one has ambitions, one can also choose to join the Embroidered Uniform Guard, the Six Doors, or the army.

He started as a minor official in charge of dozens of people, completely shedding his status as a commoner.

Shen Yan immersed himself in his mind and saw that the black figure representing the Taizu Long Fist on the Dao Fruit had begun to fade.

In another half day, it may disappear.

Meanwhile, the black figure representing the Golden Body Technique continues to practice tirelessly.

"Indeed, the Taizu Long Fist has been perfected. No wonder the feeling after performing a set of the fist just now was very different from usual."

While he was practicing his boxing, he had a strange feeling that he had created the Taizu Long Fist style.

Every move was perfectly executed, every punch was just right, and no force was wasted.