Atlas of Heaven and Man

Cheng Zhitong nodded and said, "That's right, it's this saber force. Don't underestimate this saber technique just because of its name. This force is universally applicable to any saber technique. It used to be circulated in the north, but it wasn't the orthodox transmission."

He pointed to the saber manual, "And this one is the orthodox transmission. In addition to some key force application methods, even what medicine to use, what the prescription is, and how to use it are written clearly. Only some key ingredients are passed down orally, not written down, so later generations don't know them."

"But that's not important. These things used to be very precious, so the steps were meticulous, afraid of wasting a bit. Now, as long as you have money, you can find any medicine, there's plenty."

After seeing Cheng Zhitong off, Chen Chuan came back and flipped through the two items together, only then did he realize that the Snow Monarch Saber was actually a "prohibited weapon" forged using ancient methods.

The reason for saying this is because the materials of this saber were somewhat unique, incorporating some special mutated tissues.

The saber manual stated that the saber had a saber core, and once the saber wielder cultivated a "saber core," the saber would "come alive." Not only could it better bear the force, but it could also repair itself if damaged, and even continuously grow along with its master.

However, the annotations made it clear that this was actually a mutual contamination between the martial artist with mutated tissues and the mutated tissues in the saber. The saber could not truly come alive, and the repair borrowed the mutated tissues from the fighter himself.

In the old era, some famous weapons were passed down from master to disciple, father to son. Often, only those whose force application techniques were inherited in the same lineage were more compatible. Over time, people adapted to the saber, rather than the saber adapting to people.

However, the Snow Monarch Saber had no master before it fell into his hands, so the advantage was that it would be exceptionally compatible with him as soon as he picked it up, and the disadvantage was that he needed to nurture the saber himself.

There were roughly two methods for this. The first lay in the breathing technique and force application technique. Using these two when wielding the saber, he was actually already on this path, which was why he had a strange feeling. However, this was a long process.

Another approach was to stimulate the so-called "saber core" through more combat and slaughter in the past. This was the fastest method. But unfortunately, the fastest method was also the most dangerous method. People who chose to walk this path usually couldn't go far. After all, the more battles and slaughter in the old era, the greater the risk would be.

In fact, the good sabers of today are not bad either. If they break, you can just replace them with a new one, which is much more convenient than the sabers of the old era. However, good experts know that sabers are different from each other. Even the slightest difference can affect performance. The current weapons are consumables, and it is almost impossible to achieve the same level of harmony with a person as this kind of anciently forged saber.

So, there are trade-offs between the two, depending on how the wielder uses them.

Chen Chuan had no choice now. After all, consumables also meant spending more money. He still needed to save money to buy medicine, so he couldn't afford to waste it.

Besides, a saber that can transmit force application techniques is currently considered suitable. As for what happens in the future, that will be dealt with later.

In the following days, he went to the training hall every day with the slip approved by Cheng Zhitong to spar with the students of the weapon combat department. These people specialized in this field, so their level was very high, and he also benefited a lot.

One day in late November, he was walking towards the cafeteria after finishing training. Because today was a rest day, he planned to go to his aunt's house after breakfast.

Just as he was about to enter the cafeteria area for first-class students, he suddenly heard someone calling him from behind. He turned around and saw a boy standing there waving at him, with several companions standing next to him.

He immediately recognized him. This boy was Fang Zhiming, who had taken the entrance exam with him during the re-examination. He also took the initiative to walk towards him, smiling and saying, "Student Fang, long time no see."

Fang Zhiming was very excited to see him and said, "Student Chen, yes, we haven't seen each other since that exam day." He scratched his head and said, "Mainly because you are a first-class student, we don't usually train together."

During the exam that day, although he showed enough courage, he still failed to become a first-class student. After all, he was still a little lacking in all aspects, which was indeed a pity.

Chen Chuan also felt it was a pity. However, without enough talent, or if one didn't have that belief, becoming a second-class student wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Although first-class students were higher in the hierarchy, the things they had to do were indeed more dangerous.

Fang Zhiming was a little embarrassed at this time and handed him something, saying, "Someone asked me to give this to you. My family requested it, and I couldn't refuse."

Chen Chuan took it and saw that it was a business card, marked as belonging to a certain commission company. It seemed that someone wanted to contact him. This company was quite capable, even finding Fang Zhiming's relationship.

He asked, "How many days have you had it?"

Fang Zhiming thought for a while and said, "About seven or eight days. I can't enter the first-class student dormitory either. I thought you would always come to the cafeteria to eat, so I've been waiting here for a while every day."

Chen Chuan nodded, he understood this, this world is not easy for anyone, so he said, "Student Fang, thank you for your trouble. Next time you can call the dormitory directly to find me."

Fang Zhiming's eyes lit up and said, "Really? That would be great."

The two chatted here for a while before saying goodbye and leaving.

Fang Zhiming returned to his companions, and someone said, "Xiao Fang, you really didn't brag, you really have a friend who is a first-class student."

"Okay, after graduating in the future, you can have someone above who can speak for you."

Fang Zhiming shook his head and said, "I didn't think so much. I think it's better to talk less about those things between friends."

"You're just stubborn. This relationship must be utilized. Contact him more when you have time."

Fang Zhiming hummed twice, but he didn't listen at all. In his heart, friends are just friends. Although his family asked him to hand over the card, if it hindered anything, he would definitely not do it.

After Chen Chuan finished breakfast, he rode his bicycle out of the school and first went to the shopping mall in the central square to buy a watch. This thing was still quite useful, and he could check the time at any time.

In fact, he missed the days when he had a mobile phone in his previous life. In addition to the time, he could also read news. Now there were fewer channels, and a lot of information was very blocked.

After buying the watch, he bought some small toys and a bottle of hand cream for his aunt. After thinking about it, he also bought a python leather belt for Nian Fuli. Then he rode all the way back home. When he met his aunt, he returned the watch. Yu Wan said, "Your uncle still has an old one, Chan'er, you can use it first."

Chen Chuan raised his hand and said with a smile, "Aunt, I bought one, so I don't need this one."

Yu Wan said, "Buy a better one, don't delay things."

Chen Chuan said, "Don't worry, Aunt. I'm still a student, a simple one is enough." He looked around, the radio was on, but Nian Fuli was not there, so he asked, "Is Uncle not here?"

Aunt said, "A phone call came just now, asking him to go to the bureau. I don't know if he will be back at noon, so don't wait for your uncle, let's eat first."

Chen Chuan said okay. He handed the hand cream to Yu Wan: "Aunt, this is for you."

Yu Wan took a look and said, "Chan'er, why waste that money? It's not easy for you to earn money, wouldn't it be better to buy something to eat and use for yourself?"

Chen Chuan smiled and said, "Aunt, money is used to exchange for happiness. If it makes the family happy, isn't it worth spending?" As he said, he handed the toys he bought to his younger cousins. The two little guys had sharp eyes and had been surrounding him early on.

Yu Wan sighed and said, "No more next time."

Chen Chuan smiled. He played with his younger cousins for a while. When it was almost lunchtime, the family was sitting together chatting and laughing. At this moment, the telephone suddenly rang urgently. Yu Wan ran over to answer the phone and said, "Old Nian? Yes, yes, what's the matter? Like this, okay, okay, be careful yourself."

Yu Wan hung up the phone, with a worried look on her face, and said to Chen Chuan, "Chan'er, your uncle said he can't come back today, saying it seems like a major case has happened."

Major case?

Chen Chuan thought to himself, in the past, Nian Fuli only used this word to describe a very few times.

At this time, the radio, which was originally playing lyrical prose poetry, suddenly transmitted a burst of noise, and then the announcer's voice came out: "Now interrupting with an urgent message. At 9:32 this morning, a bank on Liyuan Road was robbed. The robbers were carrying guns and are currently exchanging fire with the patrol officers of the Patrol Bureau who arrived at the street corner."

"At 9:55 this morning, the private residence of Councilor Fang Zuo of the Consultative Bureau, located in Quanzhou District, was robbed by a group of fugitives. It is suspected that family members have been taken hostage by the robbers. The robbers opened fire and killed and injured several security personnel..."

Chen Chuan couldn't help but listen attentively. At this moment, the telephone rang again. Aunt hurriedly went over to pick it up, holding it to her ear with both hands. After listening to a few words, she covered the microphone and said, "Chan'er, it's for you."

Chen Chuan went over to answer it. The voice from the microphone was Cheng Zhitong's, saying, "Xiao Chuan, are you at home now?"

"Yes, teacher."

Cheng Zhitong's serious voice came: "You go back to school immediately, there is something urgent."

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