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Chapter 101 Why did he run away?
After dark, Chen Ming finished his registration work for the day and glanced at the panel on his way back.

【Level: 41】

Current points: 80789

[Exercises: Iron Horse Stake (Fifth Level Perfection), Three Yang Body Forging Exercise (Ninth Level Perfection), Six Yang Qi Nourishing Exercise (First Level 36999/100000)]

[Martial Arts Skills: Three Talents Fist (Mastery), Eight Trigrams Saber Technique (Mastery), Zhuang Family Flying Knife (Mastery), Swallow Return Sword Technique (Mastery), Vermilion Bird Sword Technique (Proficient 32/200000)]

I have approximately 40,000 experience points.

"There are actually a thousand people."

To improve efficiency, Chen Ming called in two more accountants today. They can register two people at a time; anyway, during the assessment, it only takes one step and won't take long.

"Unfortunately, I still haven't encountered anyone of the sixth rank."

He thought with some regret.

One sixth-rank official has at least one or two thousand points, which is equivalent to one hundred ninth-rank officials.

"Is that Brother Chen's carriage?"

Suddenly, a somewhat familiar voice came from outside.

Chen Ming rolled down the car window and saw a familiar face. He exclaimed with delight, "Brother Weihao? What brings you here?"

The person in the carriage next to them was Zhou Weihao.

"As expected, it is Brother Chen."

Amidst Zhou Weihao's loud laughter, he leaped nimbly onto his car, opened the door, and got in, saying, "You've changed your ride again. If it weren't for the Chen family's mark on the car and the two men on horseback looking somewhat familiar, I wouldn't have known it was you sitting in the car."

Chen Ming smiled and said, "It's been several months since we last met, Brother Weihao, you're still as dashing as ever."

Zhou Weihao looked him up and down and said, "Not long ago, I received a letter from my cousin saying that you broke through to the sixth rank not long after I left. Is that true?"

"What do you think?"

Zhou Weihao suddenly felt a little deflated. "My cousin wouldn't lie. Sigh, I thought that since my cultivation was deeper than yours, I would definitely reach the sixth rank before you. Damn it, you actually surpassed me."

His talent was also remarkable, and although he admired Chen Ming's superb swordsmanship, it didn't mean he would admit defeat. He had thought he could definitely surpass Chen Ming in cultivation.

As it turned out, this person was truly beyond the realm of conventional reasoning; in just over six months, he actually broke through from the seventh rank to the sixth rank.

Such a rate of progress is truly astonishing.

Chen Ming laughed and said, "You shouldn't be far from reaching the sixth rank, right?"

Zhou Weihao seemed not to hear him and asked, "Do you know why aristocratic families are called aristocratic families?"

"Only families that have produced officials of the third rank can be called aristocratic families."

“Not entirely correct.” Zhou Weihao shook his head. “Only when a family has produced more than two members of the third rank can it be called a prestigious family.”

"So that's it."

"Then do you know what the foundation of aristocratic families is? It's their cultivation techniques!" Zhou Weihao said with a serious expression. "Why are the Qin, Wang, and Su families the three great aristocratic families of Jiangzhou? Why are they above other aristocratic families?"

"Because the cultivation techniques of these three families can be cultivated to the first rank or above. The number of top-level experts has never ceased. This kind of cultivation technique is also known as the peerless divine skill!"

"The cultivation techniques of superior families can only be considered first-class techniques, and at most one can cultivate them to the first rank."

"Although they are both aristocratic families, they have never produced a first-grade cultivator, which means that the upper limit of their cultivation techniques is only second- or third-grade. Such cultivation techniques are second-rate techniques."

"As for those who cannot even reach the third rank, they can only be considered third-rate."

Zhou Weihao then asked, "Do you know where the differences between these different levels of cultivation techniques are manifested?"

Chen Ming shook his head; no one had ever told him these things before.

"It's so angry!"

Zhou Weihao said in a deep voice, "The ninth to seventh rank is just the foundational stage, a preparation for cultivating true qi. What height you can reach in the future depends on what kind of true qi you cultivate. And what kind of true qi you cultivate depends on the cultivation technique you practice."

"Brother Chen, you were too eager for quick success. It's my fault too; I didn't expect you to achieve such a high level of Qi and Blood so quickly, and I forgot to remind you. But it's alright; you've only recently broken through, and your True Qi is still shallow. It's not too late to switch to other cultivation methods, but it will take more time to rebuild your foundation..."

"Pack your things and come with me tomorrow. I know a master swordsman in Jiangzhou who is looking for a disciple. With your talent in the sword, you should have a chance."

Zhou Weihao finished speaking in one breath.

Chen Ming was stunned for a moment, his feelings were somewhat complicated.

He truly didn't expect that Zhou Weihao had come to find him specifically because he was worried that he had casually learned a third-rate martial arts technique, and even helped him find out an opportunity to become a disciple of a first-grade expert.

To be honest, he had always just regarded Zhou Weihao as an ordinary friend.

As it turns out, Zhou Weihao really treated him like a brother!

Zhou Weihao felt a chill run down his spine from the strange look in his eyes. He coughed and said, "Why are you looking at me like that? You don't think I came here specifically for you, do you? Of course not. I came to see my cousin. I happened to hear that a first-rank expert was looking for a disciple before I came... I just happened to be passing by when I came to see you."

The more he tried to explain it this way, the more obvious it seemed like he was trying to cover something up.

Chen Ming suppressed a laugh and said, "Thank you for your kindness, but I really don't need it."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Weihao frowned and said anxiously, "Your cultivation technique came from the Seven Great Merchants, didn't you? Don't trust them easily. These merchants are always cunning; how could they easily pass on those profound cultivation techniques to you? What they give you is never anything good. Don't fall for their tricks." Seeing his concern, Chen Ming explained, "Actually, I have another lineage. It's just inconvenient to reveal it."

Zhou Weihao was stunned, then his face twitched violently. He was embarrassed and glared at him angrily, "Why didn't you say so earlier?"
Without saying a word, he pushed open the carriage door and jumped back into his own carriage, too ashamed to stay there any longer.

Chen Ming suppressed a laugh and said loudly, "Brother Weihao, I really didn't mean to keep it from you."

Then Zhou Weihao's carriage suddenly accelerated and quickly disappeared from sight.

……

Chen Ming returned home in a good mood and saw two carriages parked in the front yard. He asked, "Have we had guests?"

The doorman, Old Li, said, "They are two elderly gentlemen, one surnamed Jin and the other surnamed Cao, and they have quite an air about them. The old man has been keeping them company in the living room."

Chen Ming had a rough idea of ​​who it was, and he chuckled to himself, thinking to himself that they were indeed losing their composure.

He entered the living room and, sure enough, saw two elderly men sitting inside. He said, "Mr. Jin, Mr. Cao, you are truly honored guests."

Jin Jianxiong, a veteran sixth-rank cultivator in his sixties, ran a small gang. He had three sons, all with considerable cultivation, who wanted to participate in the apprenticeship recruitment ceremony. He blocked them from doing so.

Another man, Cao Jiahui, ran a carriage and horse trading company. His situation was similar; he had two sons who wanted to enroll, but neither was successful.

These two men are sworn brothers, and their visit today is clearly to plead for their own sons.

Sure enough, after exchanging a few pleasantries, the two steered the conversation upwards.

Chen Ming looked troubled. "The criteria for selecting people were naturally set by the two seniors. I can't make that decision myself."

Both men cursed inwardly. They had heard that many people with less talent and ability than their son had qualified, while their son had been eliminated. And they still dared to say it wasn't deliberate targeting?
Jin Jianxiong, who was used to being domineering, couldn't help but get angry when he was being made to suffer by a young boy. He said, "You surnamed Chen, do you think you'll agree not to make things difficult for my son and the others if we have a spar with you?"

After all that talk, we've finally gotten to the heart of the matter.

Chen Ming was too lazy to pretend with them anymore and said, "That's right."

"Come on then!"

Jin Jianxiong, who already had a fiery temper, was now seething with anger and immediately struck out, his large, fan-like hand slapping towards Jin's chest.

This palm strike came with fury, containing powerful true energy.

Chen Ming felt his breath catch slightly, realizing the danger. Instead of taking the blow head-on, he grabbed the longsword beside him and, without bothering to unsheathe it, slashed at the opponent's palm, drawing his true energy but not unleashing it.

Jin Jianxiong had no intention of taking this young man who had just broken through to the next level seriously. He neither dodged nor avoided the attack and grabbed the scabbard.

"Let go—"

He was about to snatch Chen Ming's sword when, in the next instant, an intensely hot aura emanated from the scabbard, scalding his hand with excruciating pain.

this--

Jin Jianxiong was startled and instinctively let go. The scabbard pierced through him like a venomous snake. He couldn't dodge in time, and the sword struck his chest. He felt excruciating pain at the wound and collapsed to the ground.

"Second brother!"

Seeing his sworn brother defeated in one move, Cao Jiahui was both shocked and furious. Fearing that Chen Ming would take the opportunity to kill his sworn brother, he immediately attacked, his dagger aimed straight at Chen Ming's ribs.

This move, which targets the enemy's inevitable defense, can be described as quite ruthless.

snort!
Chen Ming let out a cold snort and retreated rapidly, avoiding the dangerous strike.

With a clang, the longsword was drawn from its sheath, unleashing a fiery dance that enveloped Cao Jiahui entirely.

Cao Jiahui was no ordinary person either. Amidst the dozen or so sword shadows, he accurately captured the true form of the sword, thrusting out his dagger and striking the longsword with its tip.

It made a "ding" sound.

The longsword was deflected, and Chen Ming staggered back several steps.

Cao Jiahui sneered, knowing that this boy's weakness was that his internal energy was not strong enough.

not good!

Suddenly, his expression changed drastically. He felt a few wisps of fiery true energy invading his meridians from his palm.

"This true energy—an unparalleled divine skill?"

Cao Jiahui felt his heart tremble with fear. He suddenly threw the dagger in his hand, then his figure flashed and disappeared.

Chen Ming dodged the flying dagger by sidestepping, and when he turned around, he found that the person had disappeared.

He was stunned. "They just ran away like that?"

You have defeated a level 48 enemy and gained 5500 experience points.

Having gained experience points, he naturally wouldn't give chase. He was just puzzled; this person's inner energy was clearly far greater than his own, so why was he running away?
Then, Chen Ming looked at Jin Jianxiong, who was lying on the ground and staring at him with fear, and asked, "Why did he run away?"

Upon hearing this, Jin Jianxiong, who was already seriously injured, became so enraged that he coughed up blood on the spot.

Not only kill people but also destroy their hearts!
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