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

"Sheng'er, how's your martial arts practice going lately?"

Han asked softly.

"Thankfully, I should be able to succeed and get the basics down!"

As Wang Sheng spoke, he separated out the glistening chicken legs.

"Mother, you eat too."

"If you don't eat, I'll just keep holding it up like this!"

Upon hearing this, tears welled up in Han's eyes, and she reluctantly bit into the chicken leg.

After taking a few bites.

Finally, Madam Han couldn't help but say, "Sheng'er, the Li family is recruiting new servants recently. Do you think we should have your father talk to the steward? After this, who knows when the Li family will recruit again?"

Han still didn't quite believe that Wang Sheng could make a living through martial arts, and thought that Wang Sheng was just embarrassed, so she comforted him by saying that he could succeed.

In Han Shi's mind, Young Master Li spent hundreds of taels of silver and drank tonics every day, but still failed to master the art.

Wang Sheng has never taken any tonics, how could he possibly have mastered martial arts!

Many people say that those who can enter the world of martial arts are rumored to be reincarnations of heavenly soldiers and generals.

Wang Sheng was taken aback upon hearing this, and stopped eating the chicken.

Seeing that Wang Sheng remained silent, Madam Han panicked and quickly said, "Sheng'er, I was just talking nonsense. Don't take it to heart."

Wang Sheng said, "Mother, don't worry. Master said I can do it."

Han's eyes lit up. The martial arts academy instructors all said that Sheng'er could succeed!

A smile appeared on Madam Han's face, her emotions running high. "Good, good, my son can do it, he can do it!"

the next day.

Wang Sheng continued to practice the Great Stele-Smashing Hand technique on the wooden dummy at the Zhao Family Martial Arts Academy.

The whip cracked repeatedly against the wooden dummy. The dummy was unharmed, but Wang Sheng's arms were covered in bruises, especially his hands, which were already red and swollen.

To master this unique skill, one must also use Master Zhao's exclusive ointment, applied every two days, to dispel blood stasis and relieve pain, so that disciples can continue this self-destructive practice.

"Stop right there!"

Suddenly, Master Zhao walked out of the inner courtyard with his hands behind his back and said in a deep voice.

All the disciples, both new and old, stopped and looked in the direction of the sound.

Beside Master Zhao stood a young man named Lin Shu.

"Lin Shu has now entered the martial arts path and become the eighty-sixth disciple of my Zhao Jie sect. I hereby reward him with twenty taels of silver and three Red Blood Pills. You newcomers should take him as your role model and learn from him."

"Master Zhao," Zhao Jie said loudly.

"yes!"

Wang Sheng and the other new disciples bowed and agreed, but they were all somewhat shocked.

Only a month has passed, and Lin Shu has already mastered the basics of martial arts!

"Master Zhao visited Lin Shu yesterday. Could it be that Master Zhao gave Lin Shu some kind of treasure to help him master the art?"

"Hmph, who knows. Anyway, I don't think Lin Shu could have mastered it so quickly on his own. Sometimes he doesn't even practice at the martial arts academy, and it takes him less than a month at most."

Two people next to Wang Sheng were whispering among themselves, their words filled with envy and jealousy.

Some people were overjoyed; they had long been trying to curry favor with Lin Shu and support him. Now, their efforts were finally paying off.

quickly,

Zhao Jie led Lin Shu back to the inner courtyard with considerable satisfaction.

The noisy sounds of cultivation returned to the outer courtyard.

just,

Many new disciples found it difficult to calm their minds, feeling restless and uneasy.

Some disciples had only just mastered the moves of the Great Stele-Smashing Hand, possessing form but lacking spirit. Lin Shu, however, had already entered the realm, achieving both form and spirit.

The initial stage is mastering the art of smashing stone tablets; the real challenge lies in achieving a resemblance to the original.

The gap is huge; Lin Shu is far ahead of them!

"Junior Brother Wang Sheng, you really have the guts to keep practicing! I think we have no hope!"

Du Suo, who also had inferior physical attributes, was even less similar in appearance, and he hung his head in dejection.

"Hmph, who knows until the very last moment? Right now, Lin Shu is only just one step ahead of us."

Su Youwen said. He was the son of a scholar who abandoned his literary pursuits for martial arts. He was of average or below-average talent, but he possessed a certain arrogance and an indomitable spirit.

"Yes. He's just one step ahead. How can you tell the difference between a dragon and an earthworm without trying?"

With that thought in mind, Wang Sheng lashed out with even more force with each whip.

His hands were clearly tinged with a faint jade-red hue, but it quickly faded away.

As long as you can maintain this jade-red color, even if you stop cultivating, as long as you make a move, it will still appear jade-red, which means you have entered the first stage of martial arts.

Ten days later.

Within the martial arts academy, some of the new disciples gradually began to give up.

After forty days of training, some people realized they were not cut out for martial arts, so they had no choice but to harden their hearts and give up the remaining twenty days to find a way out as soon as possible.

Another ten days have passed.

There are significantly fewer new disciples in the martial arts academy.

Of the more than forty new disciples, fewer than thirty remain.

A tuition fee is the savings that an ordinary family has accumulated over several years.

Some people are really unwilling to accept it, and can't believe that such a large sum of money has gone down the drain, and in the end they have accomplished nothing.

three days later.

While Wang Sheng and the others were practicing martial arts,

A new disciple suddenly vomited blood, collapsed, and eventually died.

After Zhao Jie examined him, it turned out that this person was so eager to join the sect that he had been cultivating day and night for the past few days, which caused a major deficiency. Without enough ointment to replenish the deficiency, the internal injuries accumulated too much and suddenly all of them erupted, causing this new disciple to die directly.

Some new disciples were frightened. They had no hope of entering the academy to begin with, and now someone had died during training. Some of them quietly packed their things and left the academy that very day.

"Hmph, at least they know their place!"

Fang Mingguang saw some new disciples wiping away tears and leaving with their heads down. He cleared a space and sneered.

"What do we do! What do we do!"

"Du Suo said anxiously. He had wanted to leave for a long time, but seeing that Wang Sheng and Su Youwen were still persisting, he also hoped that he might be able to master the skills, so he persisted as well."

Now that someone had killed him through training, Du Suo suddenly panicked.

"Wang Sheng, why don't we leave together, pool our money, and start a small business? I think selling pickled vegetables would be good, or we could go to a wealthy family and see if we could become guards! After all, we've practiced martial arts!"

Du Suo muttered to himself as he pondered.

The reason he didn't tell Su Youwen to leave together was because he felt that Su Youwen had a better chance of mastering the skill than Wang Sheng, who diligently cultivated every day.

After all, Su Youwen was of average to below-average talent.

Wang Sheng ignored him and activated his cheat system with a thought.

Heaven rewards diligence: Learning will surely lead to success.

[Sinking Stone Stance Exercise: Beginner (92/100)]

[Master of Smashing Monuments: Not Yet an Apprentice (92/100)]

Logically speaking, he should have started practicing martial arts today, or even earlier.

But so far, we are still eight progress points short, which is four days.

Ultimately, the problem stemmed from Wang Sheng's malnutrition; he couldn't accumulate enough progress points. After practicing for half a day, he was exhausted and could only reflect on his actions while trying to recover his strength, or wait for food.

This means that Wang Sheng will have to wait four days longer to begin learning martial arts.

"Four days, I can wait."

Wang Sheng muttered to himself.

There are seven days left until the two-month deadline.

According to his original estimate, it wouldn't be much different.

Starting today, because people have died during training, a large number of new disciples have begun to leave.

At least four or five people leave every day.

Du Suo couldn't get Wang Sheng to leave with him, so he gave up practicing martial arts on his own.

Until the two-month deadline, on the third day to go.

Only seven new disciples remained in the martial arts academy.

Many of the formal disciples who had already entered the sect watched the drama unfold every two months, looking down on the despair and resentment of these new disciples.

They would sometimes make bets to see which of the newcomers would stay until the end.

These formally initiated disciples viewed the new disciples like people on the shore looking at people in the water. They naturally felt a sense of relaxed and comfortable enjoyment.

Some formal disciples recalled their own anxiety and restlessness during their novice period, and looking at these newcomers in front of them, they couldn't help but puff out their chests with pride.

So far, only Lin Shu has been accepted into the sect among this group of new disciples.