After Transmigration, I Traded a Coin for a Peerless Wife and Conquered the Chaotic World - Chapter 15:

Chapter 15: What the Hell Is a Martial Technique Loan?

“We barely have enough silver left to buy a sword, and we still need to nourish Husband’s health…” Even at a time like this, He Caiwei was still thinking of Lin Feng. In her heart, Lin Feng always came first.

Hearing her words, Lin Feng was deeply moved and remained silent for a long time.

Then, he suddenly stood up. “Wait here, my dear. I’ll be right back!”

With that, Lin Feng stepped outside and headed straight to the stable. He stopped at a corner, squatted down, and pushed aside the dry hay. A hidden cellar was revealed. He opened the cover, climbed down using the ladder, and came back up with a long sword in hand.

“Clang!”

He drew the blade, and under the moonlight, it gleamed with a cold, sharp light. After sheathing it, Lin Feng carefully covered the hatch again and spread the hay back in place.

Returning inside, he placed the sword in front of his wife and smiled. “Try it, my dear.”

He Caiwei looked puzzled. “Husband, where did this sword come from?”

“One of those three last time used a sword. I thought it might come in handy someday, so I kept it. I never imagined you’d want to start training today—seems this sword’s been waiting for you.”

Just as Lin Feng finished, he noticed a slight change in her expression.

He paused, then added, “If you mind, you don’t have to use it. I’ll go have a smith forge you a new one.”

“No need, Husband!” He Caiwei quickly shook her head, took the standard longsword from his hands, and tested its weight.

Since it was forged from raw iron, it was slightly lighter than usual standard longswords, making it more suitable for a woman like He Caiwei.

She smiled, “Husband, it feels just right.”

Seeing that, Lin Feng also smiled. “As long as you like it.”

He could tell she was worried that having a new one made would cost too much silver.

“I, Lin Feng, truly married a wonderful wife!”

…

As night fell, He Caiwei tidied up the bedding. While she was busy, Lin Feng quietly asked the system, “System, can I use my current Slaughter Points to exchange for a suitable sword technique for my wife?”

[Ding! Searching for suitable sword techniques.]
[Ding! Search complete.]

After a few breaths, the system’s voice came again.

[Ding! Congratulations, Host. After system verification, you have 600 Slaughter Points, which can be used to exchange for a sword technique…]
[Exchange your ass! Martial techniques aren’t cabbage, Host, get a grip!]

Lin Feng was instantly speechless. Wasn’t this system just too irritating?

Just as he was about to protest, the system seemed to detect his displeasure.

[Ding! New feature unlocked: Pay Later Function.]
[Host can borrow Slaughter Points from the system to exchange for a sword technique, with an interest rate of 10%.]

“Is there no justice left? Even a system is doing high-interest loans now!” Lin Feng complained.

“Pay later is fine, but isn’t that interest a bit steep? Lower it and maybe I’ll consider it.”

[Ding! Host, don’t push your luck!]

But Lin Feng wasn’t about to let it slide. He bargained back and forth, using reason and emotion.

Finally, after a moment of silence, the system responded again.

[Ding! Host’s current state and request deemed reasonable.]
[Interest for Pay Later feature adjusted to 5%.]

It actually worked?

Lin Feng’s eyes lit up. Could he push it even lower?

But this time, the system was one step ahead.

Before he could speak, a new notification sounded.

[Ding! Beginning to tailor a sword technique for Host’s wife He Caiwei. Please wait.]

Within the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the system chimed again.

[Ding! Custom martial technique created for Host’s wife: ‘Flowing Cloud Chasing Moon Sword Technique.’]
[Slaughter Points consumed: Pending.]
[Loan term: Three months.]
[Note: Please repay the loaned Slaughter Points within the deadline. Principal: Slaughter Points. Interest: 2,500 points. Total: Slaughter Points.]

[Keep up the good work.]

…

“Heh.” Lin Feng let out a dry laugh and rolled his eyes. “Now I’ve got a ‘martial technique loan’ to worry about. No mortgage, no car loan, but now this.”

Thankfully, the interest was still within an acceptable range.

With Lin Feng’s current strength as a 3rd rank warrior, if he killed a few more Grade A soldiers—or even a Decurion—he could quickly pay it off.

He silently nodded and did some quick mental math.

“Total debt: 5,250 Slaughter Points.”

“If I only kill Grade A soldiers, that’s 200 points each… I’d need to kill 262 and a half…”

“So in that case, Song Chun really isn’t worth much!”

Lin Feng scoffed.

“Worked so many years and still just a Grade A soldier? A mere 2nd rank warrior. Maybe it’s time he reflected on his own worthlessness.”

“Utter trash!”

[Ding! Please receive the martial technique: ‘Flowing Cloud Chasing Moon Sword Technique.’]
[Ding! Choose format: Option 1: Digital; Option 2: Print.]

Looking at the two options, Lin Feng’s face darkened.

Did he really have a choice?

Even if the digital version could be transmitted telepathically, how was he supposed to explain that to He Caiwei?

“Print,” Lin Feng replied.

[Ding! Selection confirmed. Print format chosen.]
[‘Flowing Cloud Chasing Moon Sword Technique’ now printing. Please wait.]

Hearing that, Lin Feng had no words left.

Then…

He saw the Slaughter Points on his personal system panel—already only 600—drop rapidly before his eyes.

In an instant, it hit zero.

“System, what the hell?! What is this nonsense?” Lin Feng cursed.

Sure, 600 points wasn’t a lot to him, but losing them for no reason pissed him off. And when he was pissed, the consequences were serious.

[Please follow civilized behavior. All actions conducted by the system are legal and compliant.]
[Printing ‘Flowing Cloud Chasing Moon Sword Technique’ in print format was Host’s personal decision. The system bears no responsibility.]

“Then what the hell is this situation?”

Lin Feng gritted his teeth hard enough to crack walnuts.

[As everyone knows, printing costs money. Print format requires printing fees.]

The mechanical voice sounded again.

Lin Feng’s eyes widened as he exploded, “System, I @#￥%…”

A torrent of furious curses poured forth, echoing like thunder, enough to shake the heavens and make ghosts weep.

But the system remained completely unfazed.

Lin Feng, on the other hand, was left gasping for breath.

It was like punching cotton—utterly frustrating.