He obtained the God of All Laws from human skin.

Chapter 61 Madam, you don't want this either?

Upon hearing this, Zheng Ding paused for a moment, then his lips twitched, and he laughed.

"Add more money? He certainly knows how to do business. How much more does he want?"

Qin Chuan stretched out his hands and made a gesture.

"Ten taels?" Zheng Ding's eyebrows furrowed instantly, and his voice unconsciously rose.

"Ten taels of silver! Has he gone mad? The three taels he agreed on before were already a high price. Even the best painters in the entire Qinghe County only charge one tael per painting. Three taels was the absolute maximum for him, and I agreed without hesitation. Even if it were increased to five taels, I could barely afford it, since his paintings do have some unique qualities. Now he's asking for ten taels; he clearly doesn't respect me and is deliberately trying to rip me off!"

He grew angrier and angrier as he spoke, and with a flick of his sleeve, he turned to leave, his anger undisguised, muttering things like "outrageous" and "too much of a bully."

Seeing this, Qin Chuan quickly moved half a step closer to him, lowered his voice, and said something rapidly.

Zheng Ding's eyes widened suddenly, and he blurted out, "No clothes on—"

The words were on the tip of his tongue when he suddenly realized what he was saying, covered his mouth, and glanced around.

Fortunately, the hall was noisy, and no one noticed his exclamation.

He breathed a sigh of relief, took his hand away from his mouth, and the anger on his face had faded considerably, replaced by a look of surprise and embarrassment. A slight blush even appeared on his face.

"It's...it really is!" Zheng Ding lowered his voice and asked in a low voice.

Qin Chuan nodded: "Of course I won't deceive Young Master Zheng. Xiao Xiaosheng said that this painting for ten taels is different from the previous ones. The previous ones were just posted on the street for passersby to see, but this one is painted specifically for you, Young Master. Every detail is done according to your wishes, and if it's not painted well, I won't charge you a single coin."

Zheng Ding remained silent for a while, then finally gritted his teeth and said, "Ten taels it is, but he has to paint it meticulously, without the slightest carelessness. If it's well painted, I... I'll have other friends come to him in the future."

"Don't worry, young master, I will definitely pass on the message," Qin Chuan replied with a smile.

Zheng Ding took out a silver ingot from his sleeve, hesitated for a moment, and then handed it over. He then added a few words of advice, "Don't let a third person know about this," before turning and leaving the gambling den.

Qin Chuan quickly put the silver away, his smile unchanged. Watching Zheng Ding's departing figure, he also sighed.

There's no way around it, learning martial arts is expensive.

Furthermore, after mastering the basics of stance training, Liu Ding also said that one must have meat as a staple food every day, at least half a jin (250 grams) a day; less than that is simply not enough. Various tonics must also be continuously consumed, those that strengthen qi and blood, and those that fortify muscles and bones...

If you don't pile up medicine and meat like this, your qi and blood and strength will grow slowly. It may take three to five years to reach the threshold of blood clotting. Those with slightly worse aptitude may never be able to clot that kind of strength in their entire lives.

Since Qin Chuan had no other way to make money for the time being, he could only think of a way through the county magistrate's nephew.

As for whether Zheng Ding will get tired of it?

Qin Chuan wasn't worried at all. Single portraits of beauties are indeed easy to get tired of; after looking at them dozens of times, even the freshest eyebrows and eyes will become commonplace.

But he still held an even bigger weapon in his hand.

Comic strips!

This thing is a complete and utter game-changer in this era!

Madam, you wouldn't want your magistrate to lose his job, would you?

......

The next day,

Mingxue Academy.

The old master laid out Qin Chuan's homework on the table, turning the pages one by one, nodding slightly from time to time.

Qin Chuan wrote down everything that was taught in class yesterday, word for word, and even clearly distinguished several easily confused interpretations in the annotations, showing that he had truly memorized it.

The old master turned to the next page, which contained the text he had instructed Qin Chuan to review in advance the day before. The text included a line-by-line explanation of the scripture, as well as his own insights and questions, some of which were quite insightful.

He read aloud two lines of Qin Chuan's annotations, stroked his beard, and nodded slightly, thinking to himself that this boy was indeed a promising talent.

After reading these two passages, the old master prepared to close his workbook and explain the parts of the text that he found confusing to Qin Chuan.

But as he turned the pages back, he suddenly discovered that there was a lot more written after the two review texts.

The old scholar raised an eyebrow and continued flipping through the pages; there were two more texts he had reviewed beforehand.

Seeing this, the expression on his face changed from satisfaction to surprise, and then from surprise to an overwhelming sense of relief.

It should be noted that Qin Chuan usually submitted two review texts in the past, but today he submitted four.

The old scholar guessed that it was probably his words yesterday, "At this rate, you probably won't make it to the children's examination," that had provoked the child's stubbornness.

This kid probably didn't sleep well last night to finish all his homework.

The old master looked at Qin Chuan, waved for him to come up, and said, "Although your studies are important, you must also take good care of your health and not stay up too late."

Upon hearing this, Qin Chuan was stunned for a moment, then realized that the old master must have misunderstood.

In the past, because my Scholar profession level was only Lv2, I only prepared two texts. Since my Scholar profession level was upgraded to Lv3, my mind works much faster than before. The same text that I used to have to ponder several times to fully understand, I can now recite most of it after reading it once.

Those four assignments seemed like a lot, but Qin Chuan simply sat quietly under the lamp and flipped through a few more pages of the book. In total, it only took him a few quarters of an hour longer than usual.

However, Qin Chuan naturally couldn't reveal the truth, so he cupped his hands and replied, "Your teachings are correct, sir. I have taken note."

In the time that followed,

The old master was lecturing in class.

However, Qin Chuan did not activate the skill "A Flash of Inspiration" this time, but planned to save it for another purpose later.

......

Back inside,

Seeing Qin Chuan push the door open and enter, Liu Ding asked, "Is class over?"

"It's over." Qin Chuan nodded.

"Alright," Liu Dingchao said, gesturing to Qin Chuan, "Come on, practice the tiger form I taught you yesterday. Let me see how much you've memorized."

Hearing this, Qin Chuan did not move. Instead, he looked at Liu Ding and said, "Brother Liu, show me the Tiger Form again. From beginning to end, all twelve moves together. Your posture must be accurate and your movements must be precise."

He paused for a moment, then added, "It would be best if, quickly."

Liu Ding was also taken aback when he heard this. Normally, a newcomer would prefer that the master teach as slowly as possible, breaking down each move into smaller steps so that he can learn by imitation.

If you play too fast, your eyes can't keep up, what can you learn?

Why is this kid specifically telling me to type faster?

"Are you sure?" Liu Ding's tone was tinged with doubt and confusion. "When I first learned this Tiger Form, the martial arts instructor taught it to me one by one, breaking it down into twelve individual moves. Just the 'Tiger Pounce' took me three days to master. You want me to finish it all in one go, and even do it fast? Can you even see it clearly? Don't say that because I did it too fast, I didn't learn anything."

Qin Chuan nodded: "Go ahead and fight."

Seeing his resolute expression, Liu Ding didn't ask any more questions. He walked to the center of the courtyard, stood with his feet shoulder-width apart, arms hanging at his sides, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then launched into a "Tiger Pounce"...

At the same time, Qin Chuan had a thought and focused his consciousness into the panel.

[A Flash of Brilliance] - Activated!