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

the next day.

Li House.

Partial room.

"Wang Da, this is ten taels of silver and one Blood Elixir, a reward from the master for your son. Don't let the master's kindness go to waste!"

Steward Li, accompanied by a servant, arrived at the door with a smile and said...

"Thank you for the generous gift, sir! Thank you for the generous gift, sir!"

Mr. Wang and Mrs. Han were overwhelmed with gratitude that their master had noticed Wang Sheng's entry into martial arts and had even bestowed such a large sum of money upon him. They knelt down repeatedly in the direction of the main house of the Li family to express their thanks to Master Li for his kindness.

"Hmm. That's not all."

"The master also instructed that you, Wang Da, should no longer pick up chamber pots; instead, you should go and guard the main gate. Han Shi, you don't need to do laundry anymore; go and work as a helper in the kitchen."

Seeing that Wang's father and Han were quite sensible, Steward Li stroked his black beard and nodded with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Wang's father's eyes lit up. Guarding the gate was not only much easier than carrying chamber pots, but it also offered occasional extra pay. Such a good position had previously been held by collateral branches of the Li family.

Madam Han pursed her lips, unable to suppress a smile. If she were to work as a kitchen helper, not to mention anything else, the food would be so much better, with the occasional meat that she could share with her son, Sheng'er.

Afterwards, Wang's father and Han's wife expressed their gratitude and said a lot of things about their loyal master.

Even after Butler Li left, the smiles on their faces remained.

Good days are just around the corner.

Both Wang's father and Han's wife looked forward to a better life in the future.

"This silver?"

Han glanced at the smug-looking King's father and said cautiously.

The father looked down at the ten-tael snowflake silver ingot in his hand, and the more he looked at it, the happier he became, and the more reluctant he was to part with it.

He had never received so much money at once in his entire life.

Ten taels of silver is enough for him to enjoy food and drink for half a year!

Suddenly, Wang's father bit down on the silver ingot, then released his mouth and said hastily, "It's real, this silver is real. Give it to that kid."

After saying this, the father threw the silver ingot on the table and hurriedly left.

Hearing Wang's father's words, Han was overjoyed. After all, the money originally belonged to the Li family and was intended for Sheng'er; she was worried that Wang Da would simply take it for food and drink.

However, Han was still puzzled. She had only heard that some people would bite gold to identify it, but she had never heard of biting silver with their teeth.

just,

When Han looked at the silver ingot on the table, she was taken aback.

The original ten-tael silver ingot had a small piece bitten off, and the teeth marks were still very obvious, leaving about nine taels.

"That greedy person!"

Han laughed and scolded.

the other side.

After reading out the rewards from Master Li, Steward Li left the side room and walked to a secluded spot. His smiling face immediately darkened, and a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

The master had already sent him to investigate and found out that Wang Sheng of the Wang family was merely a beginner in martial arts with very poor talent. At best, he would only reach the level of a Ming Jin martial artist in the future.

A martial artist at the Ming Jin level is roughly equivalent to a guard in the Li family mansion.

Master Li treated Ming Jin martial artists with great courtesy, but in terms of status, Ming Jin martial artists were still somewhat inferior to those from wealthy families.

Therefore, Master Li did not appear in person, but sent his steward to offer his condolences, in order to demonstrate the Li family's magnanimity.

however,

Master Li didn't care, but his steward, Mr. Li, couldn't help but care.

If Wang Sheng had possessed even a little more talent, he could have become a master of internal strength in the future. Butler Li, and even Master Li himself, offered their heartfelt congratulations, daring not to show the slightest disrespect. The Li family could not possibly accommodate such a master and his family.

Butler Li himself had to kneel on the ground, begging Wang Da to forgive him for the humiliation he had caused him in the past.

But Wang Sheng is only at the Ming Jin level, while Steward Li is different. His talent isn't worth him swallowing his pride and currying favor with Wang Da.

Therefore, in order to prevent Wang Da from instigating Wang Sheng to seek revenge in the future, Butler Li knew that he had to do something.

Although his surname is Li, he has no blood relation to the Li family.

Therefore, having witnessed the cunning of people's hearts, Steward Li had to take precautions against such things happening in advance.

"Just a seed of Ming Jin. Even if he were, let alone not, I, Li Youchang, am not incapable of handling him!"

Butler Li sneered inwardly.

As long as Wang Sheng dies prematurely, he will be safe.

The only risk is the Zhao Family Martial Arts Academy. If Iron Hand Zhao of the Zhao family gets hold of something, not only Steward Li, but the entire Li family mansion will be unable to withstand his wrath.

"We need to plan this carefully. And we can't find the person to make the move in this city; we need to find someone from a more distant place."

Li Youchang muttered to himself.

……

Zhao Family Martial Arts Academy.

The weather was rather gloomy today, and the cold wind made Sun Ping, Su Youwen, and the few remaining new disciples, who were still unable to even begin their martial arts training, feel cold all over. They also felt a chill in their hearts and a sense of helplessness and despair.

"call!"

Wang Sheng exhaled, his hands transforming into steel whips as he furiously lashed the wooden dummy before him. A flush appeared on his skin, and he was sweating profusely.

Having just taken the Red Blood Pill, he was no longer afraid of the cold wind as the medicine took effect. Instead, he felt refreshed and cool, thinking that the wind had come at just the right time.

Red Blood Pills do indeed have a great effect.

Half a day

Wang Sheng gained two experience points in the Great Monument Smashing Technique.

"It's a pity that when I consulted Master Zhao again, I didn't gain as much as the first time. But these Red Blood Pills are quite good; taking one every two days allows me to double my daily progress!"

Wang Sheng felt invigorated as he experienced the continuous flow of medicinal power within his body.

With the support of elixirs and silver, the time it would take him to reach the Lesser Completion stage and become a Ming Jin martial artist might be shorter than the time it would take to enter the basics of martial arts.

Entering the realm of martial arts doesn't mean you've just mastered this ultimate technique; it means you've already achieved mastery of both form and spirit, possessing considerable destructive power, making it impossible for three to five ordinary people to get close to you.

The initial stage involves cultivating internal strength and learning new techniques to increase the destructive power of martial arts.

"I was given ten taels of silver and two Red Blood Pills as a starter. My monthly salary is five taels of silver and one Red Blood Pill. Even if I exchange all my silver for Red Blood Pills, it would only be enough to support my training for twelve days. I'm still short of money even after becoming a martial artist. I need to find a way to make money as soon as possible."

Wang Sheng was lost in thought.

The Great Jing Dynasty was very unstable. Based on Wang Sheng's judgment, which was based on his previous life's historical experience, this was clearly a sign of the end of the dynasty.

Therefore, he had to make money quickly and become powerful in order to gain a foothold in the chaotic world and avoid becoming cannon fodder.

As dusk approached, the sky gradually darkened.

Wang Sheng opened the data with a thought.

The Great Monument Smashing Hand's progress has progressed from Beginner (7/300) to Beginner (11/300).

The Stone Stake Technique has reached the beginner level (5/300).

Several new disciples, distracted and unsettled, left early one after another.

Wang Sheng did not finish his cultivation today. After Sun Ping left in a daze, he quickly finished his practice and left the martial arts academy.

"Hmph, he's just a good-for-nothing after all. He couldn't even keep going after starting."

Fang Mingguang gave a venomous sneer.

He was still preoccupied with the ten taels of silver he had lost, wondering what excuse he could use to get Wang Sheng to return it.

Although Wei Yu, Li Hu, and the others frowned, they had no obligation to urge Wang Sheng to persist in his cultivation.