Chapter 16: Black Level Inferior Skill (1/2)

Fu Yuanming stained the steamed bread with the prisoner’s blood, and several civilians dressed in plain clothes squeezed through, and ten copper coins were exchanged for a bloody steamed bread.

It was said that steamed buns infected with beheaders’ blood could cure diseases, and many civilians who were seriously ill at home would buy two to try.

Fu Yuanming knew it didn’t work. His wife had already tried it, but he certainly wouldn’t give up this extra money since someone bought it.

Today, three prisoners were killed. All three prisoners were not ordinary people. They were full of vigor, so Chen Haoda made up for it. He was especially pleasing to the eye when he saw the swordmaster.

After all, this was the most significant harvest after he left Jin Zhengqiu.

Chen Hao thought about it a little and decided to invest a bit more.

Fu Yuanming had just returned to the cabin and was about to put down his sword to change clothes. Suddenly, he felt a fever in his sword, and a strange message got into his mind.

Leaning against the wall quickly, it took him a long time to recover.

Fu Yuanming looked at the sword in his hand incredibly and murmured, “The first layer of the black level inferior secret skill “High Wind”?”

Although the message didn’t mention it, he knew very well that it was really a strange sword!

“This sword …”

Fu Yuanming looked at the sword. It was not clear where this treasure came from!

He immediately decided not to tell anyone about this secret. Once it leaked out, he might be killed soon!

The secret script of the black level lower grade, the secret of family power, is very precious. Fu Yuanming lived most of his life, which was the first time he saw the black level cultivation method!

“Unfortunately, it is only the first layer of” High Wind “!”

Since there is the first layer, there must be a second layer!

But I got the sword yesterday. Why did I get the first layer of “High Wind Technique” today?

Could it be that…Fu Yuanming looked at the bloody sword and had a vague guess.

It was just a guess, and it needed to be verified later.

Knowing that the sword was a treasure, Fu Yuanming immediately wiped it clean and treasured it in his storage bag.

After returning home, Fu Yuanming took care of the long sword and cooked medicine for his wife. In the afternoon, his son Fu Qingrong also came back.

Half of Fu Qingrong’s face was swollen. It was probably because he was injured when practicing martial arts.

Fu Qingrong studied martial arts at Tieshi Martial Arts School in Tieshi City, which costs a lot of money every month. However, his martial arts talent was quite good, and the owner was very optimistic about him.

Every parent hoped that his son would become a dragon, and Fu Yuanming was no exception. He hoped that his son would have a bright future before he could become an executioner.

To tell the truth, the executioner profession was very unpopular and had a meager status.

The cultivators looked down on the executioner because the executioner specifically killed the prisoner who had lost his ability to resist.

Civilians were afraid of executioners. After all, every executioner had dozens and hundreds of lives on his hands. Their murderous aura was very heavy. Walking on the street would make people feel chilling.

Moreover, the executioner still has a certain degree of danger. Which cultivators were executed without three or two relatives or friends?

Fu Yuanming’s predecessor was killed by the revenge of a close friend of a death row prisoner!

If he had a choice, he wouldn’t be an executioner!

Fu Yuanming was willing to be an executioner because the executioner was well paid because he wanted to train his son and earn more money to cure his wife!

“Qingrong, how was your practice today?”

“Not bad.”

Fu Yuanming asked casually, “How did you get the look on your face?”

“I was practicing against Bai Ming and was beaten by him.”