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

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz...

On the open ground, powerful punches resounded, causing the air to tremble slightly. Combined with Wang Sheng's long, deep breaths, the movement and stillness seemed to create a rhythmic harmony, resulting in a unique sense of comfort and beauty.

Although Wang Shengcai has only been practicing martial arts for a few months, he is making steady progress every day because of his hard work.

It might not be obvious at first, but the cultivation becomes increasingly difficult as you progress, and most people even regress when they reach a bottleneck. However, Wang Sheng continued to improve, which clearly shows the difference.

After a while,

"Wang Sheng, your technique is quite something! It's like the punches of a master who's practiced for over ten years!"

Luo Zhengwen, who had appeared out of nowhere, stood to the side with his arms crossed, looking somewhat surprised.

"I've gained some understanding, but I'm nowhere near as good as my senior brother!"

Wang Sheng slowly withdrew his fist and said with a faint smile.

"No, no, no! Although you haven't developed internal strength yet, your Great Stele-Smashing Hand technique is really impressive, almost on par with my senior brother's."

Luo Zhengwen affirmed Wang Sheng's cultivation, believing that he had made great progress.

Wang Sheng offered no further explanation.

In fact, if he hadn't deliberately concealed his strength, the entire set of techniques he just performed would have been accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, possessing an astonishing and awe-inspiring power.

The added force greatly amplifies the destructive power!

"Junior Brother Luo!"

Li Hu suddenly shouted.

Luo Zhengwen glanced at him, nodded to Wang Sheng, said a few more words, and then quickly walked towards Li Hu.

Over there, Li Hu, Wei Yu, and other martial artists who had achieved the Ming Jin level were gathered together chatting.

These dozen or so Ming Jin martial artists were clearly the core of the entire courtyard. They were grouped together, forming a small clique in an invisible way. Without Ming Jin cultivation, one was simply not qualified to get involved.

Whether they were newly initiated disciples or those who had not yet entered the sect, everyone around them could see envy and longing in their eyes when they looked at the dozen or so senior brothers chatting together.

After all, once you become a Ming Jin master, you will not only gain the true recognition of Master Zhao, a master of Hua Jin, but you can also boast that you have dozens of Ming Jin fellow disciples. Anyone who hears this will have to give you some respect.

"Hmph, it won't be long before I join them, and I'll surpass them."

When Wu An saw that he, a quasi-Ming Jin martial artist, had not been invited in, his face fell and he snorted coldly in his heart.

Wang Sheng didn't pay much attention to the small group and continued practicing his boxing. He was almost at the Dark Force level, so he really didn't care much about the Ming Force group.

There's a lot to do today. If I can finish today's training progress early, I'll have time to train the second level of Blood Stacking Technique tonight, or maybe kill someone.

At this time,

Ge Xiaogu quietly walked over, as if afraid that someone would discover her.

"Senior brother, Senior Brother Fang warned me to stay away from you. I probably won't talk to you much anymore. But you have to believe me, I'm definitely on your side!"

After Ge Xiaogu finished speaking, she quickly lowered her head and walked away.

Wang Sheng did not respond and continued practicing his boxing.

It wasn't until Master Zhao walked out of the inner courtyard with his son Zhao Feipeng that all the disciples quieted down and turned to look at Master Zhao.

Wang Sheng then withdrew his fist, a thought rising in his mind: to kill Fang Mingguang tonight.

He kept causing trouble, again and again. Wang Sheng didn't want Fang Mingguang to live another night.

"Gentlemen, from this day forward, our Ershui City Martial Alliance is officially established."

"The Martial Alliance consists of three martial arts schools and five martial arts academies. All disciples who have reached the Ming Jin level or above are disciples of the Martial Alliance and can obtain an enforcement order from the government, which grants them the temporary power to enforce the law."

"All formal disciples of the Martial Alliance can receive twenty taels of silver per month, which can be combined with the benefits of other disciples of this sect."

"Later, I will have the rules and responsibilities of the Martial Alliance posted. You must study them carefully and lest you do something wrong and tarnish my reputation."

After Zhao Shi finished speaking,

The disciples were already in a state of shock and turmoil.

Some were shocked that the Martial Alliance, originally composed of people from the martial arts world, had cooperated with the government, and could even be said to have become one of the government's people.

Some were delighted by the generous treatment, receiving an extra twenty taels of silver each month, which, when exchanged for Red Blood Pills, would provide them with ample resources for cultivation every month.

Some looked grim, unconcerned about the supplies. They had keenly sensed this was the opportune moment to form a martial alliance; surely they weren't going to be sent to the battlefield when the rebel army arrived?

"This is going to be troublesome."

Wang Sheng's heart sank.

The Martial Alliance has somehow gotten involved with the government. If either rebel armies or barbarians attack, the Martial Alliance will likely be implicated.

"Master, we are originally people of the martial world, why should we act in league with the government!"

Some people looked down on the government and boldly asked, quite dissatisfied.

"When the nest is overturned, no egg remains unbroken!"

"I know what you're worried about. But this time is different from the past. In the past, if we didn't get involved in important court affairs, we might not have been affected by the war."

"But now the rebel army has the backing of a demonic cult. The barbarians in the north are brutal and inhumane, and have committed countless massacres in their mansions over there."

"If we don't take action, the day the city falls will be the day of the massacre. By then, it will be too late to resist."

Zhao Jie reassured the disciples with a few words, then hurriedly left with a few of them.

These powerful martial arts masters come from wealthy and influential families and have absolute authority in the city. If they were to leave for another place, they would not only lose their reputation and businesses, but they would also have to be subservient to others. Who would be willing to live under someone else's roof?

Therefore, they were naturally unwilling to abandon their family business and flee far away; they were determined to take a gamble.

After Zhao Jie left, the courtyard erupted into chaos, filled with discussions, rebuttals, and arguments. Some disliked the government, while others hoped to align themselves with the imperial court.

Most people have given up practicing martial arts. They either stand aside and watch others explain the pros and cons of establishing the Martial Alliance, or they join in to express their own opinions, hoping to gain recognition.

This involves personal interests and even lives, so no one can relax or feel at ease.

Wang Sheng seemed oblivious to the noise around him and continued practicing his boxing, determined to finish his daily practice.

"Time waits for no one, we need to hurry!"

Seeing the establishment of the Martial Alliance, Wang Sheng felt as if he could already foresee the chaotic world of war that was about to arrive in Jiangling Prefecture, and his heart tightened.

Having transmigrated from his previous life and lived two lives, coupled with having witnessed the scenes of the end of dynasties in history books, he naturally knew the horrors of chaotic times.

Therefore, after learning about the Martial Alliance's plans, Wang Sheng immediately made up his mind to find a way to obtain the cultivation methods for the hidden strength and transformation strength from Zhao Jie. He then took his parents away from Ershui City and headed to the more stable south.

"Junior brother is indeed extraordinary! He can remain completely oblivious to such a chaotic noise. I knew my judgment of people was correct."

At this moment, Luo Zhengwen arrived and smiled.

Wang Sheng was practicing his boxing and couldn't respond verbally, so he could only signal with his eyes.

"Junior brother, just focus on practicing your fist techniques. I've come here for two reasons. First, I want to see what your opinion is on the Martial Alliance. Second, I want to invite you to join Li Hu and Wei Yu's circle."

"Li Hu and the others have already said that in order to enhance the strength of our circle, we can invite some promising junior brothers to join us."

"I recommended you, Junior Brother. But a few people want to see your potential and test you before allowing you to join. So, if you're willing, Junior Brother, you'll need to go into the mountains and hunt a large insect or a bear alone to pass the test."

"Junior brother, will you agree?"

Luo Zhengwen said.