Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty: Simplified Divine Skills Lead to an Invincible Myth

The next morning, the sunrise shone through the gaps in the branches and leaves into the courtyard.

"Really? Everyone gets four meat buns and 10 copper coins today?!"

"Of course! I heard that the Third Young Master has become the disciple of Lei Zhen, the Protector of the Canal Gang. The master is delighted and has bestowed these gifts upon everyone!"

"We're truly blessed thanks to the Third Young Master!"

"........."

The servants of the Huang household seemed to erupt in excitement, and a cheerful atmosphere, different from usual and carrying the smell of oil, spread out.

The servants' faces were beaming with rare excitement and excitement as they shared the good news with each other. The line stretched out incredibly long, with everyone craning their necks.

At the front of the line, Chen Le held a roster in his hand, his face beaming with pride as he loudly called out names. With each name he called, someone would happily step forward to receive the generous reward.

He clearly got this temporary "lucky job" by currying favor with Manager Fei.

"How much simplification can four meat buns add?"

Su Yang stood at the back of the line, looking at the food stall with great anticipation.

Adding wheat bran to a bowl of porridge adds 0.1, and this meat bun contains meat. Logically speaking, the meat essence content is much higher, so adding more should be more even if it's simplified.

The line moved forward slowly, and finally it was Su Yang's turn.

Chen Le glanced at him, a smirk of undisguised mockery and pleasure playing on his lips. He deliberately drew out his words, singing at a volume loud enough for everyone to hear: "Su Yang, steamed buns... two! Copper coins... two!"

After he finished singing, he deliberately picked up a whole meat bun and smelled it with relish.

Upon hearing this, the plump cook, Yunniang, immediately cooperated by tossing two of the smallest, flattest buns and two copper coins into Su Yang's broken bowl, making a soft clinking sound, her face full of disdain.

Su Yang looked at the two steamed buns and two copper coins in the bowl, raised his head, calmly looked at Chen Le, and asked clearly, "Why is it that others get four steamed buns for ten coins, but I only get two steamed buns for two coins?"

Chen Le seemed to have been waiting for him to ask, scoffing and crossing his arms, looking down at him condescendingly: "Why? This is what Steward Fei ordered! You disobeyed your superiors and refused to be disciplined, this is your punishment! Giving you this is already a great favor! What, you're not satisfied?"

His arrogant tone revealed his sycophantic nature to the fullest extent.

The surroundings fell silent instantly, all eyes focused on Su Yang. On the north side of the food stall, in the group of maids, a girl dressed in coarse linen clothes bit her lip, her eyes showing resentment.

Su Yang didn't say anything more.

He gave Chen Le a deep look, his gaze calm and unwavering, yet it made the smugness on Chen Le's face stiffen slightly.

He stretched out his scarred hands and steadily picked up the two cold buns and two copper coins, his movements even remarkably calm.

Then, he turned around and silently left the group.

Su Yang walked to a corner, calmly took a bite of the bun, and chewed it slowly.

[Simplification point +0.15!]

[Simplification point +0.15!]

[Su Yang]

Martial Arts: None

[Simplified point: 0.4]

Looking at the numbers flashing on the panel, Su Yang understood: a meat bun provides one and a half times the essence of a bowl of porridge and a steamed bun made from wheat bran.

"Four become two... Fei Jianhua, you're not deducting steamed buns."

"What you're cutting back on is my training resources and my progress in breaking through this impasse."

Su Yang savored the slight satisfaction brought by the increased 0.3 simplification points, his eyes as cold as iron, secretly calculating in his heart: "It seems I have to find a way... to eat more, and to eat better."

..........

At 9:00 AM, the sunlight was a bit dazzling.

Su Yang was enduring the burning pain in his back as he laboriously swept away the fallen leaves under the maple tree in the front yard.

With each swing of the broom, his brow twitched slightly from the aggravation of his wound, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Just then, a slender figure appeared under the moon gate. After a slight hesitation, she quickly walked towards him.

She wore a slightly worn, light blue coarse cloth dress, faded from washing, yet it still couldn't hide her slender and well-proportioned figure. The dress was a bit loose, and she walked with her head down. When she reached Su Yang, her eyes, like autumn water, quickly scanned her left and right, making sure no one was nearby before she calmed down a little.

"Su Yang, this is for you!"

She lowered her voice to a whisper, took a small cloth bag from her bosom, and quickly stuffed it into Su Yang's hand.

The cloth bag was warm to the touch, and it was clearly filled with food.

"Honglan, what brings you here?"

Su Yang looked at the maid in front of him with some surprise.

In his memory, Honglan and he entered the manor in the same year. One swept the floor, and the other did the laundry. They looked after each other in this cold manor and were rare companions. The death of his predecessor was also related to her—a few days ago, Chen Le deliberately made things difficult for Honglan, and it was Su Yang who stood up for her and said a few fair words, which made Chen Le hold a grudge against her.

Honglan placed the warm cloth bundle into Su Yang's hands, her fingertips icy cold yet steady as a rock, without the slightest nervous tremor of an ordinary maid handing over something: "Eat quickly! You're injured, you need to eat more to heal faster!"

Su Yang opened the cloth bag and found three plump white meat buns, with three brown pills the size of longans underneath, emitting a herbal smell.

He paused for a moment, then looked at Honglan: "This...you didn't eat any yourself?"

He knew exactly how precious these buns were to them, the servants.

Honglan's eyes darted away for a moment, then she whispered, "I... I'm a young lady, I can't eat that much."

She paused, her voice lower, her eyes sharp as knives, and said in a fleeting glance, "Last time... if you hadn't spoken up for me, I wouldn't have been resented by Chen Le and the others, and wouldn't have been beaten like this..."

Honglan raised her head, her eyes pleading yet unwaveringly resolute. Her lips were tightly pressed together as she said, "Don't let anyone else see! Eat your steamed buns early, and remember to take one pill a day; it'll be good for your injury!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she seemed to have completed some extremely dangerous mission. She immediately lowered her head, not daring to make any eye contact with Su Yang. She hurriedly turned around and left quickly along the way she had come. Her slightly rushed figure seemed as if she was afraid that if she was a step too slow, she would be discovered.

Su Yang stood there, watching her disappear behind the moon gate, then quickly took out a steamed bun and wolfed it down.

[Simplification point +0.2]

【……】

[Su Yang]

Martial Arts: None

[Simplified point: 1]

"Honglan gave a 0.2 increase?"

Su Yang looked at the panel, his eyes flashing. The buns that had been deducted earlier were now flat and small, each only increasing by 0.15 points. The buns that Hong Lan gave him were larger, each increasing by 0.2 points, for a total increase of 0.05 simplified points.

"Where did Honglan get these pills?"

Su Yang touched the three pills in his pocket, puzzled, but his injuries could not be delayed.

Without further hesitation, he took out a pill, put it in his mouth, and swallowed it with difficulty.

The pill entered the stomach and transformed into a gentle, warm current that quickly spread to the limbs and bones.

The burning pain in my back was noticeably relieved by this warm current.

At the same time, he clearly felt that the core of this power was forcibly seized and purified by the mysterious panel in his mind.

[Simplification point +4!]

A gentle warmth quickly spread, and the severe pain in my back was significantly relieved.

"One pill can increase 4 points!" Su Yang was shocked.

He suppressed the urge to immediately swallow the remaining two pills.

Honglan's words still echoed in my ears; this medicine was clearly meant to heal and save lives over three days, gradually.

"Although the system can absorb the essence, this medicine is primarily for healing and prolonging life. To consume it all at once for the sake of points is tantamount to killing the goose that lays the golden eggs. If the injuries recur, there will be no one left to rely on."

"One a day, just right. It heals the wounds and provides some relief. The rest... are our trump cards for dealing with unforeseen circumstances."

He looked at the four new simplification points added to the panel, then touched the two remaining pills in his pocket, took a deep breath, and carefully put the pills away.

The simplification point on the panel is set at 5.

"We've simplified things by 5 points. While continuing to simplify, we also need to figure out how to get the martial arts manuals!"

Su Yang felt the solid medicinal power in his body and the simplified points filling his mind. He turned his gaze to the archery range on the east side of the mansion, where the guards usually trained.

Several straw-made archery targets stood at the edge of a flat, muddy field, with stone weights for strength training scattered nearby, and several long swords and spears hanging on a weapon rack.

He knew it in his heart.

If he wanted to learn martial arts, the best place to find the guard was the head instructor. As far as he knew, the head instructor, Yang Yunxing, had fought in battles and ended up working as an instructor at the Huang residence. However, he had no relation to Yang and no interest in him, so Yang would definitely not teach him.