I am a coroner, and I have some knowledge of martial arts!

【Junior Sister Qingyao, you wouldn't want your fiancé to be kicked out of the True Yang Sect by me, would you?】

"...?"

What's going on with this very distinctive statement?

With a look of curiosity, Su Wuchen controlled his madness and followed the direction from which the sound came.

The scene showed a man and a woman standing face to face. The man's profile was somewhat rugged, while the woman's profile was very imposing.

The man struck the woman's vitals immediately.

The woman covered her chest and backed away, turning her head away in resistance: "Holy Son, no!"

【Don't worry, that madman has already slaughtered all the ghosts here. The disciples of the sect won't come here to train. As long as you submit to me, I guarantee you and your fiancé will be able to enter the inner sect!】

No, that won't do!

How do you know it won't work if you don't try?

The Holy Son smiled and waved his hand, a talisman transforming into a barrier that enveloped the two of them. "That way, no one will discover us..."

What the hell!

That's too much!

You already said that there are no outsiders in the Ghost Cave except the two of you, so why did you set up a barrier?

What are you afraid of?

Su Wuchen slammed his hand on the table in anger, "How dare you!"

If you won't let them see or hear, then you might as well go somewhere far away! A barrier not only enveloped the two of them, but also blocked the passage to the Ghost Cave!

How the hell am I supposed to leave?!

Too bully.

"Brother, dinner's ready."

At that moment, Su Wuming's voice came from the kitchen.

"They're here!"

Su Wuchen glanced at the insane experience bar and then selected automatic leveling.

Once their storyline is skipped and they start automatically grinding monsters, they should reach the Great Perfection of the Eighth Rank.

After dinner, Su Wuchen began his usual exercise routine.

Su Wuming stood at the window, watching Su Wuchen's figure gradually disappear into the distance.

"Can't I really tell my brother?"

"No!"

A gentle voice rang in Su Wuming's ear, "I would never hurt you."

"All right."

Su Wuming sighed.

The gentle voice rang out again, "It's time for you to start cultivating."

"good!"

……

Zhengxin Loan Company is located in a somewhat remote area.

Located in the eastern district of Jiangcheng, it sits amidst a cluster of unfinished buildings.

The reason for setting up the company here is that there is enough space for Jiang Yang to recruit and train people.

Even ordinary people without cultivation can become stronger through systematic training, which is useful for debt collection, right?

As for martial artists with cultivation, that's even easier to handle.

Wearing a mask, Su Wuchen looked up at the brightly lit office building, where four people were on duty downstairs.

These four people were just ordinary people with no cultivation. Su Wuchen easily passed them and entered the office building.

Entering the building felt like stepping into a rigidly hierarchical primitive society.

The floors below are mostly occupied by Zhengxin Loan Company, which employs ordinary thugs. These thugs are all tall and strong, and they can easily intimidate ordinary people and collect debts. However, they are no match for cultivators.

Further up is the living and activity area for ninth-rank martial artists and immortal cultivators.

Thanks to its speed, it passed through quite easily.

Upon reaching the eighth floor, Su Wuchen stopped, sensing four or five powerful streams of blood energy.

One of them had particularly robust Qi and blood, and his source Qi was as stable as a mountain.

Through the crack in the door, Su Wuchen saw the five people on the other side practicing their boxing in the arena.

Su Wuchen's gaze immediately locked onto the man walking with his hands behind his back.

Jiangyang!

Mid-stage Rank 8 martial arts master!

Only he has that kind of strength!

"Stop!"

"What kind of training are you doing?!"

"The core of the Mighty Bull Demon Fist is power; as the saying goes, brute force can overcome any technique!"

Bang!

Jiang Yang punched the sandbag, and the specially made sandbag burst open, scattering sand everywhere.

"Did you understand the power of twenty years of skill in this punch?"

"I understand."

"Keep practicing!"

Jiang Yang snorted coldly.

A bunch of useless trash! They've been practicing the Mighty Bull Demon Fist for so long, and not even one of them has mastered the basics!

What a waste of all his feelings!

suddenly.

Jiang Yang's brow twitched. Acting on his martial arts instincts, his gaze immediately fell upon Su Wuchen's hiding place: "Who?!"

"Who's there!"

Upon hearing this, the martial arts practitioners who were practicing their punches all stopped.

"come out!"

Jiang Yang let out a cold shout and charged towards the door like a tiger pouncing on its prey.

Bang.

The door was smashed open, but no one was seen.

Hearing the commotion, the patrol officers rushed over and looked at Jiang Yang with surprise.

"What's wrong, boss?"

"Someone's broken in, you idiot!"

"what?"

"That's impossible, we haven't found anything unusual."

"..."

Jiang Yang frowned.

Could it be that I'm imagining things?

impossible!

A martial arts practitioner's intuition is never wrong!

Someone must have been hiding here spying!

"Search the entire building thoroughly, leave no corner unchecked!"

"yes!"

At Jiang Yang's command, everyone sprang into action.

However, after searching the entire building, they still couldn't find any suspicious people.

"Boss, we've searched the entire building, there's no outsider here."

"There are no outsiders..."

Jiang Yang sneered, "So, someone's been stealing my skills?"

"this……"

"Check all the staff on duty tonight!"

Jiang Yang said with a smile, "I'm curious, who's so eager to improve!"

"yes!"

……

A mid-stage eighth-rank martial artist, along with dozens of ninth-rank martial artists as subordinates…

They're a bit difficult to kill.

On his way home, Su Wuchen secretly made plans in his mind.

If we act rashly, we will not only face Jiang Yang's attack, but also be surrounded and killed by those dozens of ninth-rank martial artists!

That would be very dangerous.

If he isn't killed, he'll send people to monitor him and cause trouble.

and so.

Pull the monsters, defeat them one by one, and kill them one by one!

"So what if you're a cultivator? You're just a swordsman!"

"Fuck you! You vulgar brute, say that again!"

"I say, you immortal cultivators are nothing but a bunch of sword-wielding scoundrels!"

Suddenly, a quarrel caught Su Wuchen's attention.

Su Wuchen looked over and saw the cultivators by the barbecue stall, their faces red and necks thick with passion, exchanging heated words.

The faces were somewhat unfamiliar, but they were all very angry.

"asshole!"

The humiliated immortal cultivator suddenly summoned a flying sword and thrust it towards the martial cultivator who had insulted him.

Bang!

The martial arts practitioner punched the flying sword away, then sneered repeatedly, "Is this all the skill you have? You dare to come out and embarrass yourself? You should go back and cultivate for a few more years!"

"you……"

That's enough.

At this moment, the martial arts practitioner who was eating barbecue spoke up, "Let's all take a step back. There's no need to bring the government officials here."

Who do you think you are?

"Ha...have you never been taught a lesson before?"

"..."

Seeing the other person get up, the immortal cultivator fell silent.

Another eighth-rank martial artist!

If he were to fight two opponents alone, he would really be killed!

After dropping a banknote, the immortal cultivator turned and left without the slightest hesitation.

Know when to advance and when to retreat.

He's a smart person.

Su Wuchen smiled and withdrew his gaze, heading home.