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

half a month later.

Li House.

Inside a small side room.

"What? You want to practice martial arts? Look at yourself! You're only good-looking, you're as skinny as a stick, and you want to practice martial arts? Get the hell out of here. Tomorrow you're coming with me to find Butler Li and sign a contract of servitude."

"I've been your slave for decades, so you'd better learn from me how to be a slave!"

Wang Shanling was drunk, and when he saw his son was disobedient, he got angry and started yelling and cursing.

Wang Shanling was very obedient and dared not shout in front of his father, Wang Gang. But once he was the only one left in charge at home, he became arrogant, especially when he was drunk, which added to his arrogance.

"I'm not asking you, I'm just informing you. I'm now a disciple of the Martial Academy!"

Wang Sheng said indifferently.

"Sheng'er, you've already become a disciple of the Martial Academy? Where will you get the money to pay your tuition? You absolutely mustn't steal anything from the manor! Absolutely not!"

Wang Sheng's mother, Han, was cooking when she heard Wang Sheng's words. Suddenly, she became extremely nervous, her face filled with panic. She ran over, grabbed Wang Sheng's hand, her eyes filled with tears, and kept asking him questions.

Stealing from the Li residence could really get you killed.

"You little brat! I'm going to beat you to death. You dare to steal!"

Wang Shanling was very drunk, rambling incoherently about wanting to fight, but he could barely stand up.

"It was a reward from the Fourth Madam! I saved up the reward money and enrolled in the Martial Academy."

Wang Sheng said.

This tuition fee came from two sources: first, the Fourth Madam gave him ten taels of silver as compensation and to appease him; second, he received some rewards because he had fed the Fourth Madam well over the past two weeks.

"It wasn't stolen, it wasn't stolen, that's good, that's good!"

Han believed it, and her expression immediately relaxed as she muttered to herself.

She was so scared that she was covered in sweat.

Suddenly, she quietly took out a black silver coin from her waist and stuffed it into Wang Sheng's hand.

"Don't let your father see. Sheng'er, eat something good outside. Practicing martial arts must be tough. If you can't manage, come back."

Han glanced furtively at Wang Shanling, who was drunk and passed out on the bed, and, not daring to let him hear, whispered something in a low voice.

Wang Sheng clenched the loose silver in his hand, his expression quite complicated.

He was indeed a time traveler, but after spending half a month together, he had witnessed Han's deep affection and care.

Previously, Wang Gang was in charge of the money. Now Wang Gang has returned to the village. Wang Shanling has become the head of the family, and he has squandered all the money. His mother, Han, has always lacked her own opinions and only obeyed Wang's father. The copper coins that the Li family gave out every month were all taken by Wang's father.

Han must have saved up this half-ounce piece of silver by taking on odd jobs, one copper coin at a time. She probably intended to give this silver to Wang Sheng.

"Mother, I will definitely take you out of the Li family and let you live a good life."

Wang Sheng said.

Now that I've taken over this body, there's no harm in doing what I can.

Han had already rushed back to cook. When she heard Wang Sheng's words, she didn't pay any attention and just gave a casual reply.

A few chicken bones were simmering in the pot, along with rice bran and a little sorghum flour.

"I'm serious!"

Wang Sheng said helplessly.

He saw Han scoop out two bowls of rice porridge with shredded meat and chicken bones, and give one to herself and her father, while she herself ate the thinnest and smallest bowl of porridge.

This silly woman, this silly mother!

"Yes, yes, really! Mother believes you. Quickly hide the silver."

With a smile on her face, Madam Han was very happy that Sheng'er had really become sensible. She spoke softly as she brought the food to her father.

Han helped the father up and was about to feed him some hot porridge.

Wang's father was still grumbling, "What a load of bull! You, Wang Sheng, are destined to be a servant for life. Even the young master of the Li family couldn't stick with it, spending hundreds of taels of silver and still not becoming a martial artist. Who do you think you are! You're hopeless! You've wasted your time! Just accept your fate!"

Wang Sheng looked grim, clenching his fists. He decided not to argue with the drunkard anymore, but instead became even more determined to learn martial arts.

Nobody thought highly of him; everyone believed he should be a servant.

But he was rewarded for his hard work.

It's just about working hard!

Wang Sheng seemed to have returned to his previous life's college entrance examination, and he formulated a strict training plan for himself.

Ershui City.

Zhao Family Martial Arts Academy.

As dawn broke and the martial arts academy opened, Wang Sheng, who had been waiting outside for a while, walked in.

"Junior Brother Wang, so early!"

The person who opened the door was a young man, Zhao Feipeng, the son of Master Zhao, the master of the martial arts academy, and also the second senior brother of Wang Sheng and others.

"Greetings, Senior Brother!"

Wang Sheng bowed respectfully.

"Okay, let's go in."

Zhao Feipeng yawned, nodded casually, and turned to go back into the house, ignoring him completely.

Zhao Feipeng had some impression of Wang Sheng; he came from a humble background and was a very hardworking young man.

However, Master Zhao determined that Wang Sheng's aptitude for martial arts was inferior, which sealed his fate. If Wang Sheng failed to meet the basic requirements for martial arts training in two months, he would be expelled from the martial arts academy.

New disciples have two months to undergo a trial period. If they cannot even master the basics within two months, it means they have no talent whatsoever, and the martial arts academy will no longer accept their fees to avoid damaging its reputation.

Therefore, Zhao Feipeng was too lazy to waste time and effort trying to build a relationship with Wang Sheng.

He was just a country bumpkin who wanted to daydream; two months later, they would be from two different worlds.

In the spacious courtyard paved with bluestone, there were only a few dozen wooden and iron figures and some weapon racks.

The morning breeze was still a bit chilly, and taking a breath of the cold air made me feel much more awake.

After warming up with a set of basic boxing techniques, Wang Sheng stood in front of a wooden figure, practicing the Great Stele-Smashing Hand technique while simultaneously engaging in stance training with the figure.

The Zhao Family Martial Arts Academy's signature martial art, the Great Stele-Smashing Hand. Legend has it that Master Zhao once uprooted a large tree with his bare hands and swept away dozens of bandits without sustaining a scratch.

Wang Sheng practices martial arts, and whenever he has a thought, a set of three lines of data that others cannot see will appear before his eyes.

Heaven rewards diligence: Learning will surely lead to success.

[Sinking Stone Stance Exercise: Beginner (11/100)]

[Master of Smashing Monuments: Not Yet an Apprentice (12/100)]

Six days have passed since Wang Sheng entered the martial arts academy.

Even though he practiced diligently, his progress was not very fast because he couldn't get enough nutrition from his food and had to rest for a while after each session. The Great Stele-Smashing Hand only gained two progress points per day.

If it weren't for the principle of "heaven rewards diligence," how could an ordinary person possibly achieve consistent progress every day?

If things continue like this, Wang Sheng will likely pass the martial arts entrance exam within two months and be able to stay at the martial arts academy as a formal disciple.

However, if something goes wrong in the middle, and even two progress values ​​cannot be guaranteed each day, then it may be considered unqualified, which could lead to being expelled from the martial arts academy.

Therefore, Wang Sheng dared not slack off and practiced diligently every day.

If you pass the test ahead of schedule and satisfy Master Zhao, you may even receive a medicinal ointment to nourish your body and alleviate internal injuries from martial arts training.

After a while,

A girl named Wei Yu entered the martial arts academy. She was slender and tall with an upright posture, exuding a heroic and spirited aura. She possessed both feminine grace and a powerful sense of strength.

Wei Yu was dressed in the gray martial arts academy disciple's outfit, which accentuated her long legs, slender waist, and round, full breasts, making her almost as attractive as a mature woman.

"Junior Brother Wang, you're up early!"

Wei Yu exclaimed in surprise. She was always the first to start cultivating. She never expected that someone else would start even earlier than her.

"Hello, senior sister!"

Wang Sheng withdrew his palm technique and said respectfully.

You should know that this Senior Sister Wei Yu is beautiful, has long legs, and a fiery temper. She has already achieved some level of martial arts prowess. One palm strike can leave a deep dent on the wall, and when she hits a person, she can almost kill them with one strike.

"Um!"

Wei Yu slightly raised her chin, unintentionally exuding arrogance. She responded with a nasal tone, waved her small hand to signal Wang Sheng to stay away, and then found an iron figure to begin her cultivation.

At this time,

A young man named Sun Ping, who had joined the martial arts academy at the same time as Wang Sheng, was also surprised to see two people practicing martial arts inside.

"Why are they up so early!"

"I'm already early enough. Senior Sister Wei Yu is a genius and she works so hard. I must learn from her. But this Wang Sheng is really a useless piece of trash. He has inferior physique and he's up so early to cultivate. What's the use? Is he deliberately trying to ruin my plans?"

"I have average to below-average aptitude. If I'm the first one to arrive every morning and cultivate diligently, my master will definitely notice me. Plus, I can spend a little time cultivating with my senior sister every day. Maybe we'll develop feelings for each other over time!"

Sun Ping glanced furtively at Wei Yu's figure, then his gaze finally settled on Wang Sheng. He was secretly annoyed, resentful, and jealous, feeling that Wang Sheng had ruined his plan to be the first to arrive every day, spend time with his senior sister, and make his master remember him.

Wang Sheng had no idea that even making a little effort was wrong and could offend a petty person!