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

Wang Sheng remained silent, his expression cold, staring directly at Zhao Jie.

You dare not tell?

Zhao Feipeng and the others were right outside; how could he dare not speak up?

Zhao Jie saw Wang Sheng's expression,

Suddenly, he understood what Wang Sheng meant.

He couldn't help but curse loudly.

"You're a real ingrate, you'd kill someone at the drop of a hat!"

Wang Sheng said calmly, "Master, you've misunderstood. I thought that because we were master and disciple, you would understand me."

"hehe!"

Zhao Jie sneered.

"It seems that old guy isn't still wary of you and hasn't told you the location of the tomb. It just means you really aren't my junior brother."

"However, none of it matters anymore."

"If you swear to preserve my bloodline, I can tell you the location of that great tomb."

"In addition, there are all my annotations on the Great Stele-Smashing Hand technique. Some martial arts methods,"

"This martial arts academy is all yours."

Wang Sheng nodded and immediately raised his hand to swear that he would do his best to protect Zhao Feipeng.

As promised, Zhao Jie told Wang Sheng the location of the tomb.

In addition,

To Wang Sheng's surprise, Zhao Jie had spent decades of effort and had almost pushed the Great Monument-Smashing Hand's internal energy transformation method to the level of mutation.

But it was only fast; one step short and it wouldn't have succeeded.

Zhao Jie still had some pills, but only three Ziyang Pills were useful to Wang Sheng.

Wang Shengquan took it.

Among some methods, besides a bunch of books that only stop at the Dark Force level, there is even a method called the Jade Spirit Sword that transforms into Force.

However, this Jade Spirit Sword is rather light and agile, and seems to be a woman's swordsmanship.

Wang Sheng didn't care whether it was a women's swordsmanship or not.

Other men might consider practicing women's sword techniques, but the time and gains are not cost-effective.

But for Wang Sheng, the more internal energy he accumulated, the better.

The Jade Spirit Force cultivated by the Jade Spirit Sword has the meaning of a gazelle hanging its horns, and it will automatically turn, so that even its owner sometimes cannot judge the final direction of the force.

"Alright, you can go now."

Zhao Jie's face gradually turned pale. He waved his hand, signaling Wang Sheng to leave.

Finally, he wanted to be with Zhao Feipeng and his family.

"Respectfully seeing off Master!"

After Wang Sheng respectfully bowed to Zhao Jie, he woke up Cui Sheng and then went out with a bewildered Cui Sheng.

Zhao Feipeng, Liang Shi, and others hurriedly went inside.

Wang Sheng nodded slightly to Luo Zhengwen and the others, then quickly left the inner courtyard.

next moment,

Wang Sheng went outside the martial arts academy and eavesdropped behind the wall of the main building in the inner courtyard.

He Wei, who was protecting him outside, naturally saw Wang Sheng's actions. She raised her fair chin and gave a disdainful snort.

Inside the main building of the Martial Arts Academy.

Zhao Jie gave Zhao Feipeng a series of instructions, telling him what to do in the future, and revealing Wang Sheng's true strength, urging him to rely on Wang Sheng more, and so on.

Liang was still crying, but when she heard Zhao Jie talk about Wang Sheng's strength, she stopped crying. Her red almond-shaped eyes widened, and her face was full of disbelief.

"Stop crying, all you do is cry! Get the hell out of here!"

Zhao Jie cursed angrily and drove Liang away.

then,

Zhao Jie continued to give Zhao Feipeng instructions.

Wang Sheng thought there was nothing wrong with it.

however,

At this moment, inside the main room,

While Zhao Jie was speaking to Zhao Feipeng on the surface, he was actually using his finger as a brush and his blood as ink to slowly write words on a piece of white cloth.

He didn't know that Wang Sheng was eavesdropping outside, but Zhao Jie was just in case, as was He Wei outside.

"This is the token of the fallen Grandmaster of He Jin of the Imperial Court. Take it and tell Prime Minister He the location of the great tomb, as well as the strength of Wang Sheng and Yuan Wang."

"Let Prime Minister He avenge me, kill Wang Sheng, and behead Yuan Wang. The treasures inside the tomb were offered to the court by the Zhao family, who only sought a single Heavenly Rejuvenation Pill."

Zhao Jie continued talking to Zhao Feipeng as usual while writing.

Zhao Feipeng's expression changed repeatedly, but he could only weep softly, not daring to say anything more.

The Heavenly Return Pill is extremely precious and can help one break through to the Transformation Realm.

Although Zhao Feipeng is injured, if he recovers well, he can use his skills for himself or for the next generation, and he can recreate the glory of the Zhao family.

Cough!

Zhao Jie began coughing up blood, with blood dripping from all seven orifices.

"Heh! Though I die, with that traitor Wang Sheng and that old codger Yuan Wang to be buried with me, I have no regrets!"

As Zhao Jie was thinking, his vision suddenly went dark, and he felt an unprecedented sense of weakness throughout his body. His half-sitting body slumped down.

"father!"

When Zhao Feipeng saw Zhao Jie collapse, he cried out in pain and threw himself at Zhao Jie's bedside.

In Zhao Jie's view, Wang Sheng must die.

Who can believe such a vow? Zhao Jie would rather believe that a ruthless person like Wang Sheng would devour the Zhao family than believe that Wang Sheng could protect the Zhao family.

As for Yuan Wang, he deserves to die.

Once news of Zhao Jie's death spreads, Yuan Wang will undoubtedly have to kill all the Zhao family members to prevent the location of the tomb from being revealed. Yuan Wang won't have time to train another Grandmaster of Internal Energy.

The only people Zhao Jie could trust were the He family, who had gotten him out of prison years ago.

As Zhao Jie died, the cries of grief throughout the martial arts academy grew even louder.

Wang Sheng also left the wall of the main room and sighed.

"What did Zhao Jie leave for you?"

He Wei walked over and said.

"A treasure that can help you recover from your injuries!"

Wang Sheng said.

He Wei remained expressionless and aloof; she simply did not believe that Zhao Jie possessed such a rare treasure.

If it were true, wouldn't Zhao Jie have brought it out when he was pursuing her?

"Go, go and protect Mudfish Street. I will guard this place today."

Wang Sheng continued.

"Can!"

He Wei uttered a single word indifferently, then turned and left gracefully.

"Damn, so cold-hearted. I'll teach you a lesson sometime!"

Wang Sheng watched He Wei's retreating figure and said. Seeing He Wei's aloof demeanor in front of him, he couldn't help but want to tear off her goddess-like aura and trample her underfoot!

He Wei paused upon hearing Wang Sheng's words, but said nothing more. She simply swayed her pert, round buttocks a few times before leaping away.

Wang Sheng's lips twitched, and he cursed the beaker under his breath before entering the martial arts academy through the main gate.

then,

Amidst the weeping of his many disciples, he calmly walked into the inner courtyard.

Without pausing, he pushed open the door to the main room and went inside.

His movements were so silent that even the sound of the door opening disappeared.

Inside the room, Zhao Feipeng was still lying on the bed, sobbing uncontrollably, completely unaware that someone had entered behind him.

then,

Wang Sheng lowered his head and took the white cloth with blood-written characters from Zhao Jie's tightly gripped hand.

at this time,

Zhao Feipeng then raised his head in a daze to see who had arrived.

"Wang Sheng!"

The moment Zhao Feipeng saw Wang Sheng clearly, his pupils contracted rapidly, his whole body trembled, and his heart even stopped for a second.

When Zhao Feipeng saw Wang Sheng looking at the white cloth with great interest, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. His blood seemed to freeze, and he felt extremely cold. His hands and feet were icy cold, and his face turned pale and weak.

"Master's intentions were truly profound!"

"How could he deceive his disciple like this!"

"If the teacher fails to teach, it is the disciple's fault!"

After reading the blood-written words on the white cloth, Wang Sheng said quietly.

Wang Sheng lowered his head, his demeanor composed, his eyes calm and deep, looking indifferently at Zhao Jie's eldest son, Zhao Feipeng, the second senior brother of the Zhao Family Martial Academy, who was kneeling by the bedside!

this moment,

Zhao Feipeng sensed the same majestic and imposing aura emanating from Wang Sheng as his father, which instilled a deep sense of fear in him.

A scene suddenly flashed through Zhao Feipeng's mind; it was a morning a few days after Wang Sheng had entered the martial arts academy.

The sky was still dark and gloomy, and the air was chilly.

Before the martial arts academy gates even opened, Wang Sheng was already standing outside, waiting to go in and begin his training.

When Zhao Feipeng opened the door, he saw Wang Sheng, who was thin and bowing with his hands clasped. He thought to himself that no matter how hard Wang Sheng tried, it would be useless. He would inevitably fail in martial arts in the end. He was too lazy to waste time saying another word to him.

In Zhao Feipeng's mind, the image of the thin, frail, and diligently cultivating Wang Sheng finally overlapped with the image of the powerful, mysterious, and terrifying Wang Sheng before him.

"It's all my father's fault!"

Zhao Feipeng lowered his head tremblingly and said in a low voice.