I picked up skill fragments in the demon world.

Chapter 1060 Improving Food
Wang Biao was stunned by Zhang Chen's methods. He was not a novice, but a real prison instructor with genuine skills. Otherwise, he would not have been able to become a prison instructor. For him, breaking stone tablets was not difficult, but he had never seen a master like Zhang Chen who could crush a blue stone into powder with a light squeeze of his hand.

He had seen many masters in this world, and many masters stronger than him. For example, those masters who could not be destroyed even after seeing gods were extremely rare, and could be described as a once-in-a-lifetime sight. However, in a country with a large population, there were quite a few masters who could not be destroyed even after seeing gods. But none of those masters who could see gods could reach the level of Zhang Chen.

Soon after, a prison warden brought Zhang Chen's file. Wang Biao casually flipped through Zhang Chen's file. The other party looked at it very carefully, but the more he looked, the more confused he became. The other party was just an ordinary family's child who had never even been exposed to martial arts. How could he have such profound martial arts cultivation?

He read through Zhang Chen's file word by word, and after a long while, he put it away, muttering, "This file is fake! Anyone who believes it is a fool."

His eyes were fixed on the distant labor camp area, where he looked at Zhang Chen sitting under the shade of a tree. A prison warden offered Zhang Chen a cigarette, which Zhang Chen took and began to smoke. He was becoming increasingly curious about Zhang Chen: "I need to prepare a good feast. I want to meet him in person tonight."

Zhang Chen sat under a big tree, pondering how to wait for the Golden Age. He stretched out his hand and silently calculated, feeling that the time was going to be hard to bear. It would take at least five hundred years for the Golden Age to truly recover.

"My physical body will never live for another five hundred years." Zhang Chen scratched his head, a look of worry in his eyes. If he had time, he would like to make a trip to Qingcheng Mountain. It seems that there is a problem with the underground tomb of Qingcheng Mountain, which is causing his divided spirit to gradually decline.

The prisoners working in the distance watched Zhang Chen sitting under the big tree, puffing away on his cigarette, their eyes filled with curiosity. But no one dared to say anything in this strictly regulated place. The strictness of the rules here was unparalleled in the world. As for the prison troublemakers in movies and TV dramas? That was simply impossible, because the warden had a hundred ways to make you disappear from the world without a sound.

A day passed quickly, and as evening fell, accompanied by the sound of a whistle, a junior steward approached Zhang Chen and bowed respectfully: "Sir, our instructor has prepared hot soup for you. Please wash up and refresh yourself before coming over for a chat."

Zhang Chen did not refuse, but followed him to the bathhouse. After washing up, he put on the new clothes prepared by Wang Biao. By this time, it was completely dark. He followed the manager to a small building with lights on not far away.

The light bulbs inside the small building weren't very bright, probably only around forty watts, making it seem somewhat dim. Wang Biao was already standing outside the door to greet him. When he saw Zhang Chen approaching, he quickly stepped forward to greet him, shooed away the steward, and bowed respectfully to Zhang Chen: "Wang Biao has prepared some wine and drinks. Thank you for gracing us with your presence."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chen glanced at Wang Biao, but without any politeness, stepped over Wang Biao and entered the house. Looking at the table full of fish and meat, a hint of joy appeared in his eyes: "Not bad, you put your heart into it."

As they talked, Zhang Chen tore off a chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth, while Wang Biao quickly served Zhang Chen by pouring him a full glass of wine.

"I've seen your file, but I don't know where you learned such superb skills?" Wang Biao asked Zhang Chen with a fawning expression.

"It's just a file. It's too easy to forge. With my methods, it's not difficult to create a fake file," Zhang Chen said dismissively.

“Absolutely right, absolutely right. With your skills, it wouldn’t be difficult for you to forge documents and fool others.” Wang Biao quickly echoed this sentiment.

Zhang Chen nodded upon hearing this: "Your martial arts training has a flaw, and a major one at that. You've already damaged your bones and muscles by practicing to this point. Not only will you not be able to make any progress in the future, but when you grow old and frail, you will surely die in excruciating pain from the backlash, and you will not have a peaceful old age."

Upon hearing this, Wang Biao immediately perked up. He was a smart man and knew the meaning behind the other party's words. He quickly lifted his robe and knelt down, saying, "This disciple is willing to become your disciple and serve you for the rest of my life."

“You’re not qualified to become my disciple.” Zhang Chen shook his head upon hearing this. “You’re too old. Your physical constitution is already set. It’s too late for you to become my disciple. I can help you make up for the deficiencies in your physical skills and teach you to directly access the path of Qi and blood.”

"The Great Dao of Qi and Blood? What is that?" Wang Biao asked, his face full of astonishment.

Zhang Chen was taken aback upon hearing this: "You don't know about the Great Dao of Qi and Blood?"

Logically speaking, since Wang Biao practiced martial arts, he should be a member of the martial arts world. How could he not know about the Great Dao of Qi and Blood?
"I spent twenty years wandering the martial world. Later, with the pacification of the world, I was recruited by the imperial court and became a prison instructor. I am quite knowledgeable. I only know that the ultimate goal of the five paths is to see the immortals. As for the Great Path of Qi and Blood, I have never heard of it before," Wang Biao said with a puzzled look on his face.

Zhang Chen's physical body had never been involved in the affairs of the martial world. It was unclear whether this was due to Wang Biao's limited knowledge or the fact that the Great Calamity of the End of Dharma had affected this world, causing the Great Dao of Qi and Blood to disappear.

Meeting Wang Biao's questioning gaze, Zhang Chen knew he couldn't afford to lose face in front of Wang Biao today. He had to subdue Wang Biao before he could proceed with the rest of the matter: "Go and find a pair of shackles."

Although Wang Biao didn't know what Zhang Chen was going to do, he still got up and left the house. He returned shortly afterward, holding a pair of shackles in his hand.

Zhang Chen had already eaten and drunk his fill. He took the shackles, looked at the chains that were as thick as an adult's finger, and then looked up at Wang Biao: "You should have seen my file. You know that I was arrested because someone reported me for promoting feudal superstition."

Wang Biao nodded upon hearing this, and then chimed in, "That's exactly what the information says, but I don't believe someone like you would engage in feudal superstition. Those mystical practices in the martial arts world are just deceptive smokescreens; they certainly can't fool your eyes." "You also think those mystical practices are deceptive?" Zhang Chen retorted to Wang Biao.

Wang Biao was taken aback upon hearing this, staring at Zhang Chen in astonishment. They were all people in the martial arts world, so how could they not know the tricks of those con artists?
Just as he was about to say something, the chains in Zhang Chen's hands turned crimson at a visible speed. The entire shackles became bright, radiating a scorching power. Then, the scorching chains turned into molten iron and scattered on the ground.

Wang Biao's pupils contracted rapidly, and he quickly squatted down to touch the crimson molten iron. The next moment, he was in so much pain that he abruptly pulled his hand back. His Iron Palm, which had been trained hundreds of times, had now been burned with a large hole, from which blood was gushing out.

"This..." Wang Biao's eyes widened, he could hardly believe his eyes, his gaze filled with disbelief.

But Zhang Chen's performance was not over yet. He stretched out his palm, and the molten iron on the ground flowed backward, gathering in front of him and turning into three short swords. The short swords spun rapidly around Zhang Chen, emitting a piercing buzzing sound. The tables and chairs near him instantly turned into dust.

"Flying sword!"

Wang Biao looked at the rapidly spinning small sword and blurted out the words.

The next moment, the three small swords shot out and embedded themselves in the big tree outside the courtyard through the window.

This technique demonstrates Zhang Chen's application of the magnetic force of heaven and earth. Zhang Chen has not been idle in recent years, but has been secretly deducing how to use electromagnetic force.

"I'm a little tired tonight. Go and arrange a single cell for me. Prepare writing materials and bring them to see me tomorrow during the day." Zhang Chen said, his hands behind his back, looking like a wise man.

Upon hearing this, Wang Biao immediately escorted Zhang Chen to a private, high-class cell: "This cell is specifically for officials who are being investigated by the government. I hope you are satisfied with your stay."

Zhang Chen nodded upon hearing this, walked into the cell and took a look. The cell was about 30 square meters, with a large bed, brand new sheets and blankets, and the room was clean.

Zhang Chen was very satisfied with the room. He casually dismissed Wang Biao and then lay on the large bed, pondering the events of the day: "After today, Wang Biao will treat me like a god."

He was more confident about his next plan.

Meanwhile, Wang Biao returned to his courtyard and stood under a large tree, staring at the three short swords embedded at the base of the blade. The tree was covered in scorched charcoal marks, and Wang Biao's eyes burned with fervor: "Is this still martial arts? Could it be that the legendary realm of martial arts is real? Zhang Chen was imprisoned for feudal superstition, is it really feudal superstition?"

Wang Biao reached out and stroked the small sword, trying to pull it out, but the sword was firmly fixed in place, and Wang Biao couldn't pull it out at all.

"This is definitely not a charlatan; I've met a legendary master! Extraordinary power has existed since ancient times, but no one has ever encountered it. Who knew I, Wang Biao, would have such an opportunity? If I can learn even a little bit, I can roam the world freely and won't have to hide here to avoid my enemies." Wang Biao was in high spirits. He turned and went into the house. Looking at the pots and pans that had turned to dust and the powder floating in the room, he felt even more that he had struck it rich.

"I must seize this opportunity." Wang Biao took a deep breath and decided not to sleep. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the bed and pondered how to please Zhang Chen the next day.

"I need to book a table at the Peace Inn tonight. I'm determined to make a good impression tomorrow." With that thought, Wang Biao picked up his clothes and pistol, turned around, and disappeared into the night.

The next morning

The moment Zhang Chen opened his eyes and pushed open the door, he saw Wang Biao with a forced smile on his face, followed by more than a dozen people carrying food boxes, standing outside quietly waiting.

Upon seeing Zhang Chen open the door and come out, Wang Biao hurriedly stepped forward and said respectfully, "Mr. Zhang, I have arranged a table of delicious food for you at the Peace Inn. I hope it will be to your liking."

As Wang Biao spoke, his heart was bleeding, knowing that this table of delicious food had cost him a whole month's salary.

"You're so kind. Bring everything in." Zhang Chen didn't refuse Wang Biao's kindness. He told the waiters to bring in the food boxes and set out a table full of delicious food. Then Wang Biao dismissed all the waiters and looked at Zhang Chen with a fawning expression: "Try it and see if it suits your taste."

(End of this chapter)