Becoming a Saint Fro Chapter 143 - 100: Poaching My Corner

Chapter 143: Chapter 100: Poaching My Corner

"Mm." Chen Cheng nodded slightly and glanced at Dong’Er. "Go tell Elder Shi that I need to go to the Inner City soon. Have him hire a carriage and bring it back to wait."

"Yes, Ma... Master!" Dong’Er replied timidly, then hurried off toward the outer courtyard.

She had only recently joined the Chen Family and was still a bit reserved; most of the rules of the Chens’ household had been taught to her by Xi’Er.

Chen Cheng returned to his bedroom and changed his clothes. He took his Money Bag from an inner pocket of his robe and glanced inside. There were only two gold coins, two silver notes, and so scattered silver coins, adding up to no more than fifty or sixty taels of silver.

’Scholars can be poor, but martial artists must be rich. This money really doesn’t last long!’

Chen Cheng recalled the difficult tis he had spent with Mu Xiaowan in Locust Tree Lane of the Ruyi District, and he couldn’t help but shake his head.

Back then, the Chens’ had so little money that life was a constant struggle. He never imagined that now, as a Chief Constable with imnse authority over nearly ten thousand people, he would be considered a man of so standing. Yet, it seed his silver was still not enough.

Taking a wooden box from a hidden compartnt under his bed, Chen Cheng emptied all the silver inside and counted it. There were only a little over two hundred taels of silver in total.

After killing Wang Li and subsequently shaking down the Wang Family, his net worth had reached over one thousand taels. Adding the silver from the Shen Family and Luo’s Shop over the past two months, plus the overt and covert "tributes" from the gangs, rchants, and prominent families in his new district, his fortune had grown to nearly two thousand taels of silver. The Shen Family’s contributions were by no ans ager.

However, his expenses were enormous. The money was mostly spent on purchasing the Herbal Decoctions and dicinal Materials for cultivating the Wild Bull Skin Grinding thod, as well as on various Great Qi and Blood Replenishing Herbs.

Originally, this sum wouldn’t have been nearly enough to cultivate the Wild Bull Skin Grinding thod to Perfection. But during the recent flood, a large number of Demon Beasts appeared. The disciples of the great families and various figures from the Jianghu all left the city to hunt them, causing the price of Tier One and Tier Two Demon Beast Materials to fall.

The price of Wild Bull Blood—the main ingredient for the Wild Bull Skin Grinding thod’s Herbal Decoction—also fell by nearly half. Furthermore, because Chen Cheng received a fifty-percent discount on dicinal Materials from Luo’s Shop, he was able to successfully cultivate his technique to the Perfection realm.

Misfortune is what fortune relies upon; fortune is where misfortune hides. The Demon Beasts brought disaster to the Human Race, yet during this ti of chaos, humans obtained various materials from the beasts to cultivate the Martial Dao, strengthen their bodies, and grow even more powerful.

The appearance of so many Demon Beasts was a calamity for ordinary people, but for Martial Artists cultivating the Martial Dao, it was an opportunity to enhance their strength.

This flood not only caused a drop in the price of various Demon Beast Materials used for Alchemy, but it also increased the availability of Demon Beast at, which was normally rare and a great supplent for a Martial Artist’s qi and blood. The major families could likely seize this opportunity to cultivate a new batch of powerful martial experts.

Chen Cheng had no intention of leaving the city to hunt Demon Beasts. They were naturally powerful; even a Tier Two Demon Beast was stronger than an ordinary Perfect Martial Artist of the Muscle Strengthening Realm. As for High Tier Demon Beasts like those at Tier Three or Tier Four, they were absurdly strong. With his current Martial Arts Power, if he encountered a Tier Three Demon Beast, he would likely be killed on the spot.

It was best to leave hunting Demon Beasts to the major powers. The proper path was to stay safely in the city, cultivate the Martial Dao, and increase his strength.

Now that Chen Cheng had cultivated the Profound Gold Hide, he had practically reached the pinnacle of the Skin Grinding Realm. To further increase his Martial Arts Power, his only option was to advance to the Muscle Strengthening Realm and continue his Cultivation.

Cultivating in the Muscle Strengthening Realm required a Muscle Strengthening Technique. This part was easy to solve; since he had already corrected and completed the Iron Armor Skill, he had a ready-made Inner Breath Technique for the Muscle Strengthening Realm.

Additionally, his master, Mr. Zheng, could pass down a Muscle Strengthening Bone Tempering Technique, so that wasn’t a major issue.

What he lacked now was the Muscle Strengthening Pill and the various types of Demon Beast at and greatly replenishing dicinal Materials needed to strengthen his qi and blood. The Muscle Strengthening Pill was difficult to buy even with money, and the Demon Beast at and herbs required a huge sum of silver.

’Oh well, I’ll figure it out step by step,’ Chen Cheng muttered to himself. He left the bedroom and entered the main hall, where Xi’Er and Dong’Er had already prepared breakfast.

A basin of fragrant Demon Beast at Porridge, a bowl of vegetable soup, and a dish of pickled vegetables—this was breakfast for the Chens’.

The al looked simple, but a single serving of the Demon Beast at Porridge contained nearly a pound of Demon Beast at and was incredibly expensive. An ordinary Martial Artist’s family couldn’t even dream of affording it!

Today’s porridge was made with the at of a Tier One Demon Beast called the Flower Branch Deer, a type of Demon Beast at that was excellent for replenishing qi and blood.

Cooking Demon Beast at was not an easy task. Xi’Er had simred this batch over a high fla for half an hour before it was ready. If it had been Tier Two Demon Beast at, like Wild Beef or Brown Bear at, the cooking ti would have been even longer.

"Mm, this is delicious. Xi’Er, your skills are getting better and better." Chen Cheng took a mouthful of the Demon Beast at Porridge. It was savory, fragrant, and refreshing, with a unique taste that was a blend of precious dicinal Materials and spices. After he swallowed, a warm current surged through his abdon, feeling incredibly pleasant.

"I just did as you taught , Young Master, adding the dicinal Materials and spices to the porridge," Xi’Er replied obediently, her small face beaming with delight at his praise.

She and Dong’Er sat beside Chen Cheng, each with a small bowl of pork and millet porridge in front of them, which they ate in small, delicate bites.

The Demon Beast at was far too nourishing for them. They were both young, with delicate constitutions, and couldn’t handle it. Even a single spoonful would make their qi and blood surge so powerfully that they would get a nosebleed.

"Master, the carriage has been hired. It’s waiting in the front courtyard."

The old servant, Shi Fangdong, hurried over, bowing as he reported. He was fifty-three years old, with a full head of white hair and a stooped figure that made him seem quite ancient.

In this world, people who didn’t cultivate the Martial Dao lived harsh lives and usually didn’t live long. Shi Fangdong had been a dicine Gatherer and had often brewed and consud herbal decoctions, so for his age, he was considered to be in robust health.

Only powerful martial experts like Mr. Zheng, with their robust qi and blood, could be over fifty years old yet still look like a man in the pri of his thirties.