Too many people are dying in this chaotic world? Then I'll activate the control panel!

The sky is bright.

The sky and earth were a gray expanse, a cold wind howled, and the world suddenly felt colder and more desolate.

Wang Sheng, dressed in a gray short-sleeved shirt, arrived at the martial arts academy as usual to practice martial arts, still banging on the wooden dummy.

He didn't want to reveal that he had been promoted to the Ming Jin level.

Firstly, his ability to enter the world of martial arts can be somewhat justified by the phrase "working desperately hard."

However, if the time required to advance to the Ming Jin level is even shorter than that required to enter the martial arts path, then it's truly hard to say.

Secondly, Lin Shu's death cannot be concealed. If a thorough investigation reveals that Wang Sheng has recently become a Ming Jin, then he, who had a conflict with Lin Shu, will definitely be the first suspect.

"Junior Brother Wang has started his early morning cultivation again!"

Lin Qing, a formal disciple who started martial arts six months earlier than Wang Sheng, saw Wang Sheng silently practicing diligently in the empty space as soon as he entered the martial arts academy.

Looking at Wang Sheng, who was working hard and sweating profusely, Lin Qing felt a surge of jealousy and disdain.

With such inferior aptitude, and through some sheer luck, he barely managed to enter the basics of martial arts within the time limit. Now he thinks he can cultivate Ming Jin with just that little bit of effort?

Go dream!

As the saying goes, "Every pass is a different world."

Entering the martial arts path is one hurdle, achieving minor mastery and developing Ming Jin (a type of martial arts skill) is another. Each hurdle eliminates too many people, making it as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Lin Qing was jealous that Wang Sheng seemed to have gained the favor of one of Luo Zhengwen's senior brothers, a Ming Jin (Ming Jin) practitioner.

Wang Sheng's inferior physical constitution is what it is; his potential has already reached its limit.

Lin Qing, with above-average physical constitution, has been practicing martial arts for half a year but has yet to develop Ming Jin (a type of internal strength).

If someone with inferior aptitude were to spend all their time and effort cultivating their skills, they would inevitably become a conspicuous figure, attracting the cold stares and resentment of many.

Lin Qing made a sarcastic remark and then said nothing more.

After all, Wang Sheng's record of crippling Meng Xu with a few punches speaks for itself. He didn't want to provoke Wang Sheng excessively.

As time went by, the number of disciples in the martial arts academy increased.

It was almost noon, but there was still no sign of Lin Shu.

This made the people who were on good terms with Lin Shu suspicious.

Wang Sheng sat on a stone stool, resting with his eyes closed, when he heard some disciples whispering among themselves.

After becoming a Ming Jin, his strength, five senses, and reaction speed were all enhanced.

Moreover, before reaching the Ming Jin level, he was under immense pressure and had no interest in listening to others' idle chatter.

Now that he has mastered the Ming Jin technique, the pressure on him has been greatly reduced, so his mind is indeed somewhat distracted.

"The price of grain is rising too fast, and meat is even more exorbitantly priced. If it keeps rising, we'll only be able to drink thin porridge."

A disciple who had just begun practicing martial arts but had not yet developed Ming Jin said helplessly.

"Who isn't! We just hope we can become Ming Jin martial artists as soon as possible!"

"Even getting enough to eat, like thin porridge, is a problem; how can you expect to develop internal strength?"

"I've heard that the martial artists in South Korea are all incredibly tall, like giants."

"Recently, quite a few experts from Nanling Prefecture have arrived in our Ershui City, and quite a few fights have already broken out. Even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake; these people will get their comeuppance sooner or later!"

"Sigh, I just hope the war ends soon. Otherwise, my family will have to move away."

Many people are paying close attention to the affairs of Nanling Prefecture, Han Kingdom, and the martial arts world. These are vital matters that are closely related to them, and no one can ignore them.

Just as Wang Sheng had rested for a while and was preparing to continue his cultivation, a black-clad yamen runner suddenly came to visit.

Soon, a disciple informed Master Zhao, and only after receiving permission were the black-clad constables allowed to enter the inner courtyard.

Before a moment,

Zhao Shi left the martial arts academy with a face full of anger, following the black-clad yamen runner.

"What happened? Could it be that South Korea or the rebel army have attacked?"

"I don't think so. It's more like someone has offended the master."

"Alright, stop guessing. Let's continue cultivating."

The last sentence was Li Hu's serious admonition to his fellow disciples.

"Lin Shu's body has been found."

Wang Sheng had already made preparations in his mind.

Speaking of trees,

Wang Sheng thought of the Blood Stacking Technique manual he had found on him last night; it was truly an extraordinary treasure and secret technique.

The Blood Stacking Technique has three layers.

Each layer can unleash power beyond imagination.

The principle behind the Blood Stacking Technique is to use force to stimulate acupoints and blood, causing a surge in the body's attributes.

The first level of Blood Stacking Technique can unleash double the power.

The second level of Bloodshed Technique triples strength and strengthens the skin. It's noted that those not born with exceptionally strong physiques should use it with caution.

The third level of the Blood Stacking Technique quadruples one's strength and enhances all senses. Note: Not for use by those who do not cultivate body!

If Wang Sheng truly masters the Blood Stacking Technique to the third level, even if he is only at the early stage of Ming Jin, he will be able to exchange a few blows with a strong person at the early stage of An Jin.

Currently, only the first level of the Blood Stacking spell is usable, and there will be a period of weakness after using it. This period of weakness will likely appear after about a day.

The last two layers are one to be used with caution and one to be banned; seeing them makes one afraid to learn them.

"Lin Shu truly deserves to be called a genius! The Blood Stacking Technique, which can only be used by those with Ming Jin strength, is something he wants to achieve by relying on external forces to successfully stimulate acupoints and gain powerful strength even before he has developed Ming Jin strength."

Wang Sheng thought to himself, feeling relieved. It was fortunate he killed Lin Shu early on. Otherwise, if Lin Shu had grown up and caused him even the slightest trouble, it would have been disgusting.

Another half day passed.

When it got to the afternoon.

Zhao Jie, with an extremely gloomy expression, gathered all his disciples.

"Lin Shu is dead."

"He was ambushed and killed by a martial artist who was at least at the Ming Jin level."

Zhao Jie's words shocked everyone.

Wow!

Many disciples couldn't help but discuss it amongst themselves, whispering among themselves.

Some disciples showed regret, remorse, and even sadness on their faces, but were secretly excited in their hearts.

After all, nobody likes to see their peers rise to prominence; they prefer to see others' success crumble!

"Does anyone know if Lin Shu has recently clashed with that Ming Jin martial artist? Report to me immediately! My Zhao Jie's disciple cannot die without a clear explanation!"

After Zhao Jie finished speaking, he waited for a while, and seeing that no one reacted, he turned around and walked towards the inner courtyard with a cold face.

After telling everyone to continue their cultivation, Zhao Feipeng, Li Hu, and several other senior disciples went into the inner courtyard to comfort Zhao Jie.

"Fortunately, I didn't reveal my Ming Jin strength!"

Wang Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it was better to continue to play it safe.

A few days later,

Wang Sheng felt that the situation was gradually stabilizing, and the yamen runners investigating the case were not coming as often, so he began to look for ways to make money.

Any martial artist with the Ming Jin skill, as long as they are willing to do something, will always make money.

Wang Sheng needs to leave himself ample time for daily cultivation, so he cannot find a full-time job.

After secretly inquiring over the past few days, Wang Sheng approached a small gang called the Golden Bull Gang.

This gang had just emerged from a street and established itself. Their leader, known as Bull Whirlwind, was a master of the late stage of internal strength.

The Golden Bull Gang is in a period of expansion, spending lavishly to recruit helpers, and is also generous to part-time martial artists.

After two meetings and discussions with Niu Xuanfeng, Wang Sheng finally agreed on a monthly payment of fifteen taels of silver, two Red Blood Pills, and a free finely forged longsword.

Then Wang Sheng took up positions in three minor factions: the White Dog Gang, Qingyun Wine Shop, and Linnan General Store. He received a total of seventy taels of silver, three Red Blood Pills, and a pot of sweet medicinal wine each month.

Taking on temporary posts means going there only when there's a specific task, without having to stay in a small faction all the time. Logically, many people hold multiple posts and can earn more money.

However, most people, in order to better develop their careers and to demonstrate their loyalty, will not easily accept a second position.

Doing things like Wang Sheng might bring short-term profits, but once exposed, it will lead to scrutiny, isolation, and even immediate dismissal.

Of course, Wang Sheng had nothing to fear. He wasn't really hoping to formally join any small faction.