Becoming a Saint Starts with Copying Martial Arts

Chapter 149 A Gathering of Masters

early morning.

In the center of the town of Zhenhunsi, in a pavilion, Lin Qingmai stepped inside. The many constables immediately stopped what they were doing and greeted him in unison, "Greetings, Your Excellency!"

Lin Qing nodded slightly, stepped into a side room, and then looked through the intelligence reports from various parts of the prefecture city over the past three days.

"Lin Qing, how is the situation?"

Qiu Changming pushed open the door and entered, toying with a compass in his hand.

"The situation is not optimistic. People have lost their lives in many parts of the prefecture. All the dead were martial artists, and they all died in the same way, turning into dried corpses. The Devouring Spirit Demon is using the prefecture as a hunting ground to hunt everywhere and is growing rapidly. The worst part is that we currently have no means of countermeasures. Finding him is as difficult as climbing to the sky!" Lin Qing frowned slightly, tapping his fingers lightly on the wooden table, and kept thinking of countermeasures.

"Every evil spirit that descends has the potential to unleash a catastrophe. I only hope that the city will not suffer such devastation." Qiu Changming sighed.

"No matter what, we must find the Devouring Spirit Demon as soon as possible. I'm thinking, what could he possibly be interested in? Since we can't find him, could we try to lure him out?" Lin Qing pondered.

"Yes, the flesh and blood of genius martial artists have a fatal attraction for him," Qiu Changming said in a deep voice.

"A genius martial artist? In terms of talent, there are only a handful of people in the city who can compare to me. It seems I have to go there myself, use myself as bait, and lure him out," Lin Qing pondered.

"Theoretically feasible, but I think it's better to forget it. This is too dangerous. If something goes wrong, you could very well die at the hands of the Devouring Spirits." Qiu Changming shook his head.

"Now that I've joined the Soul Suppression Division, how can I fear evil spirits? I can't just stand by and watch this monster slaughter all the warriors in the city," Lin Qing said softly.

"No, what I mean is, we can use the geniuses from other forces in the prefecture as bait. Don't forget, in the prefecture, our Soul Suppression Division is the real power. What's wrong with letting them contribute a little? Who would dare to disobey?" Qiu Changming suddenly laughed.

Lin Qing was taken aback. He hadn't expected this. Growing up without any support, he had developed a habit of doing things by himself.

"We'll discuss this later. Let's go to the Shrine of Heroes first. Seven officers died in the battle against the Luo family," Qiu Changming said.

"good!"

Lin Qing got up and went out. Soon he arrived at the Shrine of Heroes, where seven more plaques had been added.

He went inside, lit three incense sticks, and then reviewed the records of the officers who died in battle.

"Lu Xianmin has an eighty-year-old mother, a wife, and a son at home. Go and deliver this hundred-tael silver note to his home as a token of my appreciation," Lin Qing instructed his attendant.

"Yes, sir!" The young man took the silver note, and his gaze toward Lin Qing held a newfound respect.

He had only been with Lin Qing for a month, but he was already captivated by Lin Qing's talent and personal charm.

After the ceremony, Lin Qing walked out of the Shrine of Heroes and saw Wang Ling walking towards him.

"Lord Wang!" Lin Qing bowed.

"We are both stewards, there is no difference in status, you don't need to call me 'sir,' just call me Wang Ling," Wang Ling said slowly.

"I am deeply grateful for your guidance and help, and I should address you as 'sir'," Lin Qing said solemnly.

"Whatever you want." Wang Ling didn't insist anymore. He knew Lin Qing's personality; he had his own set of principles for doing things and wouldn't easily change them.

"My lord, how is the matter concerning Sima Yi progressing? When will we make our move? I think the sooner the better, otherwise, if word gets out, catching him will be as difficult as climbing to heaven!" Lin Qing asked again.

This matter was under the responsibility of Wang Ling, who, despite being the head of the Jingming Division, had not received any information.

"I have contacted all the major forces in the city. Within seven days at the latest, more than half of the martial artists in the city will be mobilized. This time, we will definitely kill that old thief Sima!" Wang Ling said in a deep voice.

"That would be best." Lin Qing didn't ask any further questions.

Back in the courtyard.

Lin Qing immediately went to practice martial arts. The storm was brewing, and a great battle was imminent. There was a sense of calm before the storm.

Although he had become a steward of the Soul Suppressing Division, he felt no sense of security whatsoever. The Devouring Spirit Demon and the Yin Yuan Sect were like two dark clouds looming over his head, as if they were about to unleash a world-destroying tribulation at any moment. Before that happened, he had to find a way to improve his strength. The more capable he was, the better he would be at surviving.

So, over the next few days, Lin Qing spent his time collecting corpses and practicing martial arts, making each day fulfilling and his strength increasing rapidly.

Seven days later, at dusk, he was practicing his swordsmanship in the courtyard.

With his exceptional martial arts talent, he has already mastered the basics of the Fuyang Zhengmo Blade technique in the past few days.

In addition, the number of his strengths has increased to 306, and his arm strength has exceeded 900,000 jin.

"Sir, Chief Envoy Yang has ordered you to immediately proceed to the No. 1 training ground!" A man's voice came from outside.

Lin Qing sheathed his sword, slowly exhaling a puff of pure air, thinking to himself that it was finally time to make his move.

"I'll be right there!"

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Fifteen minutes later.

When Lin Qing arrived at the training ground, a large group of people had already gathered there. In addition to the officers of the Soul Suppression Division, there were also martial artists from other forces in the prefectural city.

"Lord Lin has arrived!"

With a loud shout, the eyes of many martial artists turned to Lin Qing, many of them filled with envy and fear.

Lin Qing walked straight up to Yang Chenglu, next to whom stood a middle-aged man dressed in brocade robes, with a round face and a broad forehead, who exuded an air of nobility at first glance.

"This must be Steward Lin Qinglin. My name is Jin Yulong. I have long wanted to befriend Lord Lin, but I have never had the opportunity. Today, we finally meet." Jin Yulong said with a friendly expression.

"So it's Patriarch Jin, nice to meet you!" Lin Qing nodded slightly. This person was Patriarch Jin, whose strength was said to be unfathomable. He was one of the few Yuan Gang Realm martial artists in the city.

Lin Qing glanced around and saw that there were many people standing behind Jin Yulong, all of whom were prominent figures in the city.

This is the influence of the Soul Suppressing Division. When faced with major events, they can forcibly summon powerful figures from all sides, and no one dares to disobey.

"Everyone is here. Let's set off now. Our destination is Yuanshan Town! This time, we must wipe out the Yin Yuan Sect completely!" Yang Chenglu said in a deep voice.

"I will follow General Yang's orders!"

"Those damned villains of the Yin Yuan Sect, we must not let them escape again!"

"kill!"

For a time, many martial artists in the city were filled with righteous indignation, wishing they could cut up the Yin Yuan Sect members and swallow them whole.

This time is different from the past. When the Soul Suppressing Division recruited them before, they would participate, but they would often just go through the motions without putting in any real effort.

But this time, everyone knew about the arrival of the Devouring Spirit Demon and understood that this was a matter of life and death. If the Yin Yuan Sect could not be completely eliminated, the city would be devastated and the foundations of all the major forces would be destroyed. Therefore, this time, everyone was serious and sent out their most elite warriors.

"Let's go! This time I'll personally lead the team and meet that old scoundrel Sima!" Yang Chenglu said, picking up a heavy hammer and walking ahead towards the training ground.

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The night wind howled.

There is no moon tonight, dark clouds roll across the sky, and it is pitch black all around.

Lin Qing stood on a small hill east of Yuanshan Town, gazing at the town, where he could vaguely see a few sparse lights.

Behind him were many powerful figures, such as Qiu Changming, and Lu Qidao, the head of the Lu family in the prefecture city, an old man with a goatee carrying a long sword.

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