Can diligence compensate for lack of talent? But I'm a martial arts genius!

Su Changqing breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Li Hua and Lin Wu off on their journey.

"Hurry up and pack your things...then leave."

Su Changqing didn't waste any time. He searched the room and finally found more than ten taels of silver, which he didn't mind.

After handling everything and clearing up the mess, Su Changqing returned home to rest.

"Let's rest first, we have to go to the forging shop tomorrow."

Su Changqing shook his head helplessly, then went to bed to rest, as if nothing had happened that night.

The heavy rain stopped in the latter half of the night. The next morning, Su Changqing arrived at the weapon forging shop early as usual and continued his work.

"Strange...why isn't Li Hua here at the blacksmith's shop?"

Inside the weapon forging shop, someone frowned slightly.

Although Li Hua was a little lacking in talent in forging, he was quite diligent and had never been late before!

"The constables from the yamen are here!"

At this moment, some people were astonished to see that, greeted by the people of the blacksmith shop, two uniformed constables entered the blacksmith shop, and Zhong Yue personally went out to greet them.

"Everyone, continue with your own business."

The foreman of the blacksmith shop made a remark, which aroused curiosity among the crowd, but they could only suppress it for the time being.

Su Changqing knew perfectly well that it must be because of what happened last night!

About half an hour later, the two constables emerged with beaming smiles, escorted by Zhong Yue. The older constable bowed to Zhong Yue, his face filled with grief, and said, "Master Zhong, someone from your blacksmith shop has been murdered. We will do our best to catch the culprit and will inform you as soon as we have any news."

"Thank you both for your help."

Zhong Yue also politely cupped his hands in greeting.

"It seems the matter... is temporarily resolved."

Su Changqing thought to himself.

Li Hua died, killed in his own home. It is known that Zhong Yue tried his best to suppress the matter, after all, he could not affect the operation of the blacksmith shop, everyone needs to eat. He even spent a lot of money to reward the two constables.

"Li Hua is dead... I warned him before not to get too close to those gangsters. He was probably implicated by his cronies and died at the hands of other enemies."

Zhong Yue sighed inwardly.

Li Hua is quite diligent, but he is also a bit cunning and scheming, always looking for shortcuts.

Zhong Yue could never have imagined, no matter how hard he racked his brains, that the person who killed Li Hua was none other than Su Changqing, the honest, hardworking, and upright man in the weapon-forging shop!

Several days passed without anyone coming after Su Changqing, who knew that the matter was over.

"Several people died... but it didn't cause a ripple at all. If I had died, it probably would have been the same."

Su Changqing thought to himself, in this cold and cruel world, the only way to survive is to rely on one's own strength!

If Su Changqing hadn't been so powerful, he would have died long ago at the hands of the assassins hired by Li Hua.

"This token... seems to be the identity token of the swordsman. That black-clad swordsman is the swordsman of the Chasing Wind Pavilion. I might as well go and take a look at the Chasing Wind Pavilion."

On a rare day off, Su Changqing played with a token at home, a strange glint flashing in his eyes.

The token was lightweight and had the character "Lin" engraved on it. The man in black had previously identified himself as Lin Wu, a swordsman, which gave Su Changqing some ideas.

Su Changqing has already reached the Divine Power Realm. To allow his physical body to grow to the peak of the Divine Power Realm, he must have a way to acquire resources.

As far as Su Changqing knew, a ghostwriter was a profession similar to a bounty hunter, who would take on missions, complete them, and receive payment.

Su Changqing thought he could go to the Chasing Wind Pavilion to see if he could get the secret medicine he wanted to help a Divine Power Realm martial artist temper his body.

"This ghostwriter, Lin Wu, also has a human skin mask on him... and it's quite exquisitely made."

On the body of Lin Wu, the black-clad man he killed, Su Changqing also found a human skin mask. He tried it on and stood in front of the bronze mirror. It was the face of an ordinary middle-aged man.

This thing is a great treasure for concealing one's identity!

Su Changqing then dressed up, applying some cosmetic dye to his exposed skin and attaching some fake beard. The image in the bronze mirror was no longer that of the boy he once was, but rather a man with narrow eyes, an ordinary face, and a somewhat cold and sinister aura.

"That's right, even if an acquaintance stood in front of me, they wouldn't recognize me."

Su Changqing nodded with satisfaction.

"Then... let's check out the Zhuifeng Tower in Anyufang nearby!"

After changing into a black outfit and making his preparations, Su Changqing went out and headed towards Zhuifeng Tower. He had been inquiring about the location of Zhuifeng Tower in Anyufang for the past few days.

It was the early hours of the morning, and the streets were sparsely populated. Su Changqing took a roundabout route without attracting much attention, and arrived at a quiet street.

At the end of the street stands a three-story pavilion with an imposing plaque bearing the three large characters "Mingxin Pavilion".

"This Mingxin Tower is one of the Zhuifeng Towers in the entire Changqing City. Let's go inside and take a look!"

Su Changqing glanced at it twice, then headed towards Mingxin Tower without hesitation.

At the entrance of Mingxin Tower, two men dressed in tight-fitting clothes stood guard. Both of them were tall and had a sharp temperament, indicating that their martial arts skills were not weak!

"Please present your identification token."

Upon seeing Su Changqing approach, a man in blue greeted him politely.

Su Changqing did have a ghostwriter's token, but it belonged to the deceased Lin Wu. Taking it out and being recognized would only cause trouble, so he calmly said, "I'm a newcomer, and I'm a little interested in the profession of ghostwriter."

Upon hearing this, the man in blue said, "Then please come in with me."

Nodding, Su Changqing followed the man in blue into Mingxin Tower. As they walked, the man in blue explained, "The identity of a ghostwriter isn't something you can obtain casually. You need to complete at least one task to register as a ghostwriter for Mingxin Tower. Once you become a ghostwriter affiliated with Mingxin Tower, you'll receive a certain amount of silver each month based on your status level..."

As Su Changqing listened, he followed the man in blue to the lobby on the first floor of Mingxin Tower. The man in blue said to a middle-aged man sitting behind a counter, "Manager Xue, this gentleman wants to become a ghostwriter affiliated with our Mingxin Tower."

The middle-aged man, Manager Xue, was a lean man in his forties.

Upon hearing this, he raised his head and said to Su Changqing, "Complete a task and you can become a ghostwriter affiliated with Mingxin Tower. Please choose a suitable one."

As he spoke, Steward Xue handed a booklet to Su Changqing, who took it and began to read it.

"Zhang Er, a disciple of the Old Snake Gang, caused trouble while drunk, resulting in injury and death. He is currently on the run. He has been captured and handed over to the yamen. A reward of 20 taels of silver will be given."

"Serve as a temporary bodyguard for the Dahai Escort Agency, and escort a shipment of goods safely to Linhai Town. Reward: 15 taels of silver."

As Su Changqing flipped through the tasks in the booklet, his brows furrowed. Most of these tasks offered small rewards, making them a waste of time and energy for Su Changqing, with the rewards being completely disproportionate to the effort.

Su Changqing bluntly told Steward Xue, "These tasks offer too little reward; they're not worth my time. I need tasks with much higher rewards."

The tasks are simple, so the rewards are naturally low. The other party is probably complaining that these tasks are not enough for him to handle.

These words caused a glint of light to flash in Steward Xue's eyes. This book of tasks was indeed for ordinary bronze-level ghostwriters. The person in front of him looked down on these tasks. There were two possibilities: one was that he was arrogant and conceited, and the other was that he was highly skilled!