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

A month has passed quickly.

Lin Shu's name has disappeared from the Zhao Family Martial Arts Academy.

Only newly arrived disciples occasionally heard from other senior brothers about this genius senior brother who died young, seemingly with a hint of schadenfreude.

With fewer trees around, the master will be able to focus more attention on the other disciples.

Especially for those beginners who haven't yet developed internal strength, now is the perfect opportunity to show their abilities and hope their master can lend a helping hand so they can become Ming Jin martial artists as soon as possible.

Because of the death of the trees and the increasingly chaotic situation in the outside world, Zhao Jie was upset and decided to start recruiting disciples again. While making money, he also hoped to discover another genius disciple.

This time, Zhao Jie recruited nearly a hundred new disciples in one go, and the entire front yard could not accommodate them all.

So Zhao Jie bought his neighbor's courtyard, and after opening it up, it became a large courtyard comparable to a small football field.

It's spacious, but it's also quite messy.

Many Ming Jin disciples only practiced at the martial arts academy for half a day before hurriedly leaving. This was partly due to the annoyance, and partly because the invasion from foreign lands and the rebellion in neighboring prefectures were causing them distress and leaving them with no patience for martial arts practice.

Wang Sheng ignored all that. Despite the turmoil in the outside world, he continued to diligently practice martial arts, take pills, and cultivate his inner strength.

He spent nearly a hundred taels of silver to buy several high-quality Red Blood Pills, consumed ordinary Red Blood Pills, and drank the sweet medicinal wine, training his body every day, and his progress was rapid.

In just one month, the Great Monument Smashing Hand's skill level skyrocketed from 1/1000 to 376/1000.

As a result, Wang Sheng's internal strength increased by more than half compared to before, and his cultivation level advanced from the early stage of Ming Jin to the middle stage of Ming Jin.

It should be noted that Fang Mingguang, with his sour and mean nature, only managed to advance from the early stage of Ming Jin to the middle stage after more than a year.

Wang Sheng quickly caught up, not only because of the elixir, but also because of his cheat code: [Heaven rewards diligence: learning will surely lead to success.] As long as one cultivates diligently, progress is guaranteed.

In addition, Wang Sheng also spent the evenings mastering the first level of the Blood Stacking Technique.

The Blood Stacking Technique is not a martial art, but a secret method for stimulating potential. As long as you know some acupoints and follow the instructions in the Blood Stacking Technique to stimulate them with force in sequence, a powerful surge of blood and qi will be generated, temporarily unleashing tremendous power.

suddenly,

A voice rang out.

"Hey, Junior Brother Wang is cultivating again!"

"Speaking of which, when are you going to return my fifteen taels of silver, Junior Brother Wang? It's only fifteen taels, but you've been dragging your feet for so many days. If you keep delaying, it'll become twenty taels!"

Fang Mingguang walked into the courtyard with a rather unpleasant expression, clearly having lost money gambling again. The new disciples along the way quickly made way for him.

When he saw the taciturn Wang Sheng, he immediately thought of the ten taels of silver he had lost to Wei Yu two months ago in a bet.

Fang Mingguang originally did not intend to force him. He thought that as long as he put pressure on him occasionally, this new disciple with little talent would not be able to resist him, the senior brother of Ming Jin.

Moreover, the amount of ten taels of silver increased by five taels if the payment was delayed, so Fang Mingguang was not in a hurry.

But today, Fang Mingguang lost ten taels of silver gambling with someone and wanted to get it back from Wang Sheng.

Wang Sheng performed a set of boxing techniques and then slowly withdrew his hands.

Wang Sheng had also heard Fang Mingguang explain the reason for the so-called fifteen taels of silver.

To put it bluntly, they're just taking advantage of his lack of talent; he's only a beginner.

"Senior Brother Fang is joking. That ten taels of silver is just a pipe dream, how could there be fifteen taels?"

Wang Sheng said calmly.

Fang Mingguang smiled and nodded slightly, seemingly unconcerned.

Many new disciples, witnessing the conflict between the two senior disciples, secretly glanced at each other and whispered among themselves. There are always onlookers, especially when they can get their hands on gossip from those around them.

Of course, most of them did not think highly of Wang Sheng, who was regarded by many senior brothers as having extremely poor talent but good luck.

Fang Mingguang strolled closer to Wang Sheng, but had no intention of speaking to him directly. He paused slightly as he passed by, and in a low voice that only the two of them could hear, he coldly threatened, "Thirty taels of silver. If I don't see you next month, you can die."

Fang Mingguang even gave Wang Sheng a month to raise money.

He also knew that thirty taels was a large sum of money for an ordinary disciple who had not yet developed any strength.

Wang Sheng's eyes flickered slightly, but he remained silent.

Fang Mingguang chuckled and strode towards the inner courtyard.

His frustration from losing at gambling vanished, and he felt that bullying others was more enjoyable, so he started walking with larger strides.

However, what he didn't know was that Wang Sheng was contemplating whether to kill him in a few days or a month.

With Wang Sheng currently at the mid-stage of Ming Jin, combined with stacked blood techniques and a sneak attack, there's a high probability he'll succeed; at most, he'll suffer minor injuries.

However, caution is always necessary. Wang Sheng didn't want to suffer a setback due to carelessness.

"Let him live for another month!"

Wang Sheng thought to himself. He knew that the longer he delayed, the more advantageous it would be for him.

In another month, he will likely reach the peak of the mid-stage of Ming Jin. With the help of the Blood Stacking Technique, he might even be able to kill a late-stage Ming Jin warrior, let alone ambush and kill a mid-stage Ming Jin warrior without taking any damage.

During the afternoon break.

A young man approached Wang Sheng and whispered something.

"Senior Brother Wang, my family can offer you ten taels of silver!"

The boy's name was Ge Xiaogu. His family owned a small general store and had some savings.

Because Ge Xiaogu had once boldly asked those junior disciples for guidance, only Wang Sheng and one other person responded to him.

So Ge Xiaogu began to deliberately win over and get close to these senior brothers who had helped him.

Wang Sheng guessed that this move might also have been considered by Ge Xiaogu's family.

A small grocery store couldn't afford to hire a Ming Jin martial artist to be stationed there year-round, so it wanted to build good relationships with martial artists who hadn't yet reached the Ming Jin level.

"No need, you should go and cultivate."

Wang Sheng waved his hand.

He's not in his most financially strapped period now, so it's not worth owing favors for a few taels of silver.

At this time,

A letter arrived at the entrance of the martial arts academy, looking for Wang Sheng.

Wang Sheng turned his head and saw a man with a pair of ox horns embroidered on his chest peeking out from the entrance of the martial arts academy.

Niu Xuanfeng's confidant, who was specifically responsible for contacting people like Wang Sheng who held part-time positions.

It seems the Taurus gang needs manpower, either to establish a presence or to seize territory.

Wang Sheng frowned slightly and quickly led the man away from the martial arts academy.

In the martial arts academy, a man watched Wang Sheng leave, a faint smile appearing on his face.

"Hehe, this Wang Sheng has been entangled with the stingy and treacherous Fang Mingguang, and he's also hanging out with local thugs. He's lost the fierce determination he had when he was practicing martial arts. What qualifications does he have to achieve Ming Jin and receive his master's reward?"

"Back then, when he first mastered the Stone Stake Technique and defeated Meng Xu, I thought he was a hidden genius! Now it seems I overestimated him."

"This person is not worth mentioning. Among these fellow disciples who have just entered the sect, my rival, Wu An, is Li Chaodong."

"Master promised that whoever advances to the Ming Jin level first will be rewarded with a Bone Strengthening Pill. This is a pill that is useful even for An Jin experts. One pill is worth fifty taels of silver, and it is priceless. It is a treasure for Ming Jin martial artists."

"I must advance to the Ming Jin realm before everyone else, obtain the elixir, and change my destiny and fate."

Wu An pondered this in his heart, secretly making up his mind to cultivate diligently, eagerly hoping to find the slightest opportunity to generate internal energy.