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

Upon hearing Wei Yu's words, Fang Mingguang's face immediately darkened.

He never expected that even in the last few days, Wang Sheng would still be able to master the skill.

Does this mean Wang Sheng didn't persevere to the end?

Fang Mingguang didn't want to admit it.

just,

Wei Yu is widely loved by his fellow disciples and is about to enter the realm of Dark Force, becoming a master in his own right.

At last,

Faced with Wei Yu's cold words, Fang Mingguang had no choice but to admit defeat and hand over ten taels of silver.

"Damn it, that Wang Sheng is a complete waste. He could have just started learning the basics much earlier. Instead, he deliberately sabotaged me in the last few days. This isn't over yet!"

Fang Mingguang dared not be angry with Wei Yu, but he harbored great hatred and disgust for Wang Sheng.

Although Wang Sheng was also a beginner in martial arts, he became Fang Mingguang's junior brother.

But he is different from Lin Shu.

Lin Shu is a genius, and Zhao Jie values ​​him highly. Fang Mingguang is trying to win him over.

Wang Sheng barely managed to get the basics down in the last few days, clearly lacking talent and with limited future potential.

Therefore, Fang Mingguang dared to hate Wang Sheng and wanted to find an opportunity to vent his anger on Wang Sheng, preferably to earn back the ten taels of silver from Wang Sheng.

"Impossible, impossible! He's really mastered martial arts!"

Sun Ping was still in shock, muttering to himself.

He had always looked down on Wang Sheng, who practiced martial arts so hard that he was of inferior talent and worked even harder than him.

But now that Wang Sheng has mastered the basics, he hasn't, which greatly spurred Sun Ping on.

At this time,

Hearing the commotion, Zhao Jie also came out. After confirming that Wang Sheng had indeed entered the path of martial arts, he immediately announced that Wang Sheng had become the eighty-seventh official disciple of the Zhao Family Martial Academy.

"A reward of ten taels of silver and two Blood Pills. My disciple Wang Sheng, although you entered the martial arts world a little late, once you enter the path of martial arts, you will know that the world is vastly different. Remember to cultivate diligently in the future, and do not tarnish the reputation of my Zhao family after you leave."

Zhao Jie spoke loudly in front of everyone.

"Yes, Master. Your disciple will remember this and never forget it."

Wang Sheng knelt down, kowtowed, and offered tea, thus completing the simple apprenticeship ceremony.

The gift Zhao Jie gave to Wang Sheng as a disciple was ten taels of silver and two Red Blood Pills.

This reward is not as good as Lin Shu's. After all, he will be starting the sect almost a month later.

"You should all take your senior brother Wang Sheng as a role model and keep up the good work!"

Zhao Jie looked at Su Youwen, Sun Ping, and the other six, casually gave them a word of advice, and then led Wang Sheng into the inner courtyard.

After Zhao Jie left,

The outer courtyard was once again filled with commotion, with many formal disciples talking about Wang Sheng, their words tinged with emotion.

While some martial arts academies do have students who manage to enter the martial arts path in the last few days, they are extremely rare, with only one or two students a year being considered good.

"Wang Sheng, Senior Brother! He's officially our Senior Brother now!!!"

The fire of jealousy burning in Sun Ping's heart was about to consume him completely.

He has average to below-average talent, but he far surpasses Wang Sheng.

At this time,

As someone said,

It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over Sun Ping, leaving him completely drenched.

"We can still call him 'senior brother' now, but in a few days, when our time is up and we're expelled from the martial arts academy, we probably won't even have the right to call him that anymore."

A new disciple sighed.

Sun Ping stood frozen in place, his mind blank.

"Junior Brother Su, here you go!"

Wei Yu flicked her finger and tossed a Red Blood Pill into Su Youwen's hand.

"Senior sister, what's wrong?"

Su Youwen said with surprise and fear.

He had heard other senior brothers talk about the Red Blood Pill. It was one of the special pills for Ming Jin martial artists. It could enhance their blood and qi, and nourish their strength and power. It was very useful, but also very expensive, costing five taels of silver per pill.

Five taels of silver could buy three or four thousand sesame cakes, enough to feed an ordinary family for half a year, but it was only enough to buy a single red blood pill the size of a thumb.

"You deserve it!"

Wei Yu said one sentence and then ignored him, walking straight into the inner courtyard.

Wei Yu's good gambling etiquette lies in this: he wins when he wins and loses when he loses, and he keeps the stakes clear.

Su Youwen looked down at the round, red pill in his hand, swallowed hard, hesitated for a long time, and finally put it away.

He didn't think a single pill could help him master the basics; he'd rather sell it for money to supplement his family's income.

Zhao Family Martial Arts Academy.

Inner courtyard.

The inner courtyard is more like an ordinary courtyard, with a large, leafy tree standing on the left, and a stone table and chairs under the tree.

The ground in the courtyard is covered with crisscrossing stone slabs arranged in a cross shape. The remaining open spaces are either planted with flowers or vegetables and fruits.

Zhao Jie led Wang Sheng across the stone slabs, through the inner courtyard, and into a large hall.

As soon as Zhao Jie sat down in the hall, a beautiful, voluptuous woman dressed in a blue silk robe swayed her hips and served him two cups of tea.

"Wang Sheng greets his master's wife!"

Wang Sheng looked down and saw her slender waist swaying gracefully as if it were boneless. He admired her in his heart but spoke respectfully on the surface.

"Okay, you two talk."

The beautiful woman, Madam Liang, smiled gently at Wang Sheng, then left. She was Zhao Jie's second wife.

After slowly taking a sip of tea, Zhao Jie noticed that Wang Sheng's posture remained respectful before speaking, "Wang Sheng, you're quite good!"

"Thank you for your praise, Master. I am able to enter the world of martial arts thanks to your guidance."

Wang Shengdao.

"Um."

"To be honest, under normal circumstances, I would value a disciple like you highly. You have the potential to achieve great things later in life."

After Zhao Jie finished speaking, he took another sip of tea.

Wang Sheng's heart sank. According to this explanation, there was probably a "but".

He didn't know what Zhao Jie meant.

"but!"

"As you know, the world has been unstable lately. Nanling Prefecture is suffering from a severe drought and a locust plague, and some people have rebelled. The Han Kingdom in the Northern Cold Lands is about to march south to attack my Jing Kingdom. Demons have risen again in the martial arts world, and massacres of entire families are happening frequently. Our Jiangling Prefecture is caught in the middle, and we may suffer from disasters and calamities at any time."

"As your teacher, I need to train a group of martial arts masters as soon as possible to assist me."

"Your senior brother Lin Shu has a rare and superior physique. I originally planned not to take on any more disciples, but to teach Lin Shu as much as possible and help him master Ming Jin and advance to An Jin as soon as possible."

"But your appearance was something I did not expect."

"After you join the group, some of the resources that were originally allocated to Lin Shu will need to be allocated to you."

"Of course, as your teacher, I must treat everyone equally. However, you also know that Lin Shu is indeed much more talented than you. So, do you want to compete with your senior brother Lin Shu for the allocation of resources?"

Zhao Jie spoke eloquently.

Wang Sheng wasn't some naive kid who had never seen the world; he immediately understood Zhao Jie's idea.

Zhao Jie didn't want to give Wang Sheng cultivation resources, but he also wanted to save face and avoid giving others a bad reputation for bullying disciples.

Therefore, Zhao Jie's words were intended to make Wang Sheng give up on his own initiative.

"Fight!"

Wang Sheng spoke with a respectful yet firm tone.

If we don't fight now,

With the world on the verge of chaos, are we to wait for the arrival of rebel armies and bandits, only to be powerless against them and killed with a single blow?

thump!

Wang Sheng immediately knelt down and kowtowed, "This disciple is devoted to martial arts and unwavering in his resolve. I beg Master to give me a chance. I could never repay Master's kindness, even if it meant dying ten thousand times."

Wang Sheng saw through Zhao Jie's true colors; he was obsessed with saving face.

Zhao Jie could have easily decided to withhold cultivation resources from Wang Sheng, but he was afraid that word would get out and damage his reputation.

Since that's the case, Wang Sheng had no choice but to put him in a position where he couldn't save face.