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

The sky grew dark.

The ancient city was shrouded in layers of shadow.

A cold wind blew in, causing many passersby to huddle together.

Wang Sheng leaned against the wall at the corner of a small alley, adjusting his equipment.

A sharp dagger, three packets of lime powder scraped from the wall of a wealthy family's house, and a dose of hemostatic powder.

In fact, with his current strength, he could easily take down and kill several ordinary people.

But just in case, Wang Sheng decided to go all out, like a lion hunting a rabbit.

Martial arts are only a last resort, used when absolutely necessary.

Splat!

Footsteps echoed in the alley, gradually approaching the corner.

The puddles on the old stone-paved ground made the only sound of footsteps clearer, and even seemed somewhat peaceful.

suddenly,

The footsteps stopped.

"Hmph, I was so stupid. I actually found the silence around here strange!"

Sun Ping's self-deprecating voice rang out.

then,

The footsteps continued.

This time, he didn't pause at all; he turned the corner and was about to enter the next alley.

Wow!

suddenly,

Countless white dust particles rushed towards us.

"Ah, ahhh!"

Sun Ping screamed in fright, then covered his eyes and screamed in agony.

puff!

Wang Sheng stepped forward, his forearm, gripping the dagger, veins bulging, and plunged the dagger straight into Sun Ping's heart as he retreated.

Blood splattered out, and Sun Ping trembled uncontrollably from the pain.

"Ah! Help! Spare me!"

Sun Ping let out a miserable scream and then crashed heavily onto the puddles on the ground with a splash.

Click,

Wang Sheng stepped on Sun Ping's head, stopping his shouting and moving, and making him listen carefully.

"Sun Ping. I, Wang Sheng, have come to kill you."

Wang Sheng wouldn't be at peace until Sun Ping found out who killed him.

Now that we have the power, we must eliminate such a villain as quickly as possible.

"Ah, Wang Sheng, it's you, damn it!"

Sun Ping's face was contorted with rage, his heart filled with a mixture of insane hatred and fear.

He never expected that Wang Sheng, this good-for-nothing with inferior talent, would dare to kill someone, dare to kill him!

"Go to hell with it. I'll sell your wife and daughters."

Before he could finish his curse, Wang Sheng stomped on his mouth.

After a short while, Sun Ping, who had been struggling, stopped moving.

The blood flowing from his heart was already increasing.

Wang Sheng pulled out the dagger again and stabbed Sun Ping in the heart and head several more times. He then smuggled a dozen or so coins from Sun Ping's body before leaving with peace of mind.

When news of Sun Ping's death came the next day, it didn't cause much of an impact.

Sun Ping, a new disciple about to leave the martial arts academy, died, and Zhao Jie didn't care at all.

The government simply sent a few bailiffs to deal with the matter perfunctorily.

Unless it's a mass killing, Ershui City wouldn't be Ershui City if a few people didn't die there every day.

However, upon hearing that Sun Ping had died, Su Youwen's gaze towards Wang Sheng was filled with fear, and his original intention to seek Wang Sheng's guidance was abandoned.

The remaining new disciples also gave up on the last day.

As a result, after two months of training at the Zhao Family Martial Academy, only two of these new disciples successfully entered the path of martial arts.

Due to the turbulent times, the unstable court, the rebellion in neighboring prefectures, and the invasion of the Han Kingdom, Zhao Jie decided to increase his grain purchases and focus on training his disciples, thus temporarily ceasing his plans to recruit new members.

Time passed day by day.

With the silver and red blood pills in his hand, Wang Sheng's cultivation level improved by leaps and bounds.

In just over half a month,

The Great Stone-Smashing Hand has reached the beginner level (96/300).

If all goes well and there are enough pills, in a little over a month, Wang Sheng will be able to become a Ming Jin martial artist, surpassing more than a dozen senior brothers who are still stuck in the beginner stage.

Within the martial arts academy, some people entered the martial arts path last year, but as of this year, none of them have yet developed Ming Jin (a type of martial arts skill).

Ming Jin (manifest strength), An Jin (hidden strength), and Hua Jin (transformative strength). These are also known as the three major hurdles. If one hurdle is difficult to overcome, then all hurdles will be difficult to overcome.

Therefore, even if some people are only one step away from mastering a unique skill, they can develop Ming Jin (a type of internal strength) once they step into it. However, this bottleneck can hold them back for months or even years.

For Wang Sheng, however, there is no such obstacle. As long as he cultivates diligently, there is no hurdle in martial arts that he cannot overcome.

Li House.

Fourth Madam's Room.

The red silk curtains billowed like clouds, and the beautiful woman's voice drifted from the bed, making the little maid who was keeping watch nearby feel hot all over.

The little maid had no idea what was going on between the Fourth Madam and that Wang Sheng. How could she have been sitting down and then suddenly stand up!

Half a day later,

Wang Shengcai took a small ingot of silver, walked out from the red curtain, and put on his clothes.

"Young master, you're getting more and more amazing! Practicing martial arts really does make you stronger. I've truly experienced that."

"Young man, come again in two days!"

The fourth wife rolled her eyes and said...

Wang Sheng's lips twitched, and he cursed inwardly.

If this fourth wife had continued to fight with real swords and spears, Wang Sheng, young and impetuous, wouldn't have been afraid of her after practicing martial arts.

But she actually used that thing; even an iron man couldn't withstand it.

"No, Madam. My teacher will be checking my studies in a few days. Let's wait until after this month."

Wang Sheng said after careful consideration.

After saying that, Wang Sheng left directly.

The fourth wife fell silent and did not try to persuade her to stay.

It wasn't until the little maid also quietly left to fetch water that the incident occurred.

The fourth wife then sat up, her large, fruitful body extremely conspicuous.

"This little guy has become more composed, which I really like."

"Unfortunately, the more I like him, the more I want to eat him!"

"I can't wait for the day he becomes a Ming Jin, so he can really see for himself the authentic Yin-Yang techniques!"

"However, given his qualifications, it will probably take a year or two, and I'm afraid he won't be able to wait that long. We don't know when the leader will launch a rebellion, so let's hope it's delayed."

The fourth lady raised her slender jade finger and smeared the lipstick into her mouth. Her alluring face appeared even more eerie under the red silk curtains.

early morning.

Zhao Family Martial Arts Academy.

"Wang Sheng, go and fill that water vat with water."

Just as Wang Sheng was concentrating on practicing the Great Stele-Shattering Hand, someone suddenly slapped him hard on the shoulder, almost causing him to lose his breath.

Wang Sheng glanced at the man; it was Meng Xu, an old disciple who had been a student for over a year but had not yet developed Ming Jin (a type of internal strength).

"Did Master say that?"

Wang Sheng asked.

"What, senior brother, can't you ask your junior brother to help you with something?"

"Or do you think you've entered the sect and therefore no longer respect your senior brothers and sisters?"

When Meng Xu saw that Wang Sheng, a novice, was disobedient, he became angry and asked in a stern voice.

Zhao Jie has a rule that newly initiated disciples do not need to do any miscellaneous tasks. However, disciples who have been in the martial arts academy for more than a year and have not yet developed Ming Jin (a type of internal strength) and still want to stay in the academy will need to do some odd jobs in the courtyard.

Meng Xu's actions were clearly intended to bully Wang Sheng, and he was certain that Wang Sheng had little potential for the future.

Wang Sheng suddenly turned his head and saw Lin Shu standing at the entrance of the inner courtyard, watching the show.

Meng Xu didn't hide his feelings and smiled and nodded at Lin Shu.

"It seems Lin Shu's revenge has arrived."

Wang Sheng thought to himself.

Disciples within the martial arts academy generally don't easily offend others, as they might one day make great progress in their cultivation and rise to prominence. Moreover, they are all made of flesh and blood; if pushed too far, even those with similar cultivation levels can easily exchange blows.

Meng Xu dared to step forward, and Lin Shu probably prepared for this for a while, paying a considerable price and making promises.

"Speaking of which, Junior Brother just had a slight understanding of martial arts and would like to ask Senior Brother for some guidance before fetching water."

Wang Shengdao.

He had long noticed that these senior disciples were focused on practicing the Great Stone-Shattering Hand technique and wanted to break through to the Ming Jin level, but they neglected to practice the Sinking Stone Stance technique, which made their lower body unstable.

"You think you can fight me? You've only been a beginner for less than a month!"

Meng Xu was genuinely amused, his eyes and brows filled with mockery.

"He can't even handle the slightest humiliation; he can't keep his temper in check. This Wang Sheng has no future!"

"It seems they overestimated Wang Sheng; he's only just begun practicing martial arts and he thinks he's someone special!"

The surrounding formal disciples all shook their heads.