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

"How should I address you, senior?"

Su Wuchen bowed and said, "Although I am a martial artist, I know a great deal about the affairs of the immortal sects and have many friends there. If you are indeed an elder of the immortal sects, I will do my best to rescue you."

Zhao Fei's eyes widened suddenly, staring intently at Su Wuchen.

Not brothers.

Where the hell did you get these immortal sect friends from?!

This guy doesn't look like a good person at all, and you're still going to let him out?!

"Wu Ming".

"Don't you have a name, senior?"

Su Wuchen asked in confusion, "If that's the case, then surely you must have a Daoist name, senior?"

"My name is Wu Ming!"

"..."

Su Wuchen was silent for a moment, then clasped his hands in a respectful bow: "So it's Senior Wu Ming, my apologies for my rudeness!"

Wu Ming merely glanced at Su Wuchen indifferently.

Compared to Zhao Fei, he felt that Su Wuchen was somewhat strange.

Despite being mere underlings at the eighth rank, they exuded a calm and collected air, as if they had seen a bit of the world.

"Considering that you are all disciples of my human race, I will reluctantly offer you some guidance."

"Didn't you say you were a cultivator?"

Zhao Fei immediately seized upon the loophole in Wu Ming's words and countered with, "How did you instruct us, senior?"

"A frog in a well!"

Wu Ming chuckled, "Although I have never practiced body cultivation, I have made many friends among powerful martial arts practitioners."

"People like you with such weak foundations would not even have been qualified to enter the sect in my time!"

Zhao Fei immediately objected, "I'm at least an eighth-rank martial artist!"

pat.

Wu Ming didn't say a word, but simply snapped his fingers calmly.

Before Zhao Fei appeared another Zhao Fei who looked exactly like him and was at the same level of cultivation!

Zhao Fei's eyes widened instantly.

How did this old guy manage to do that?

"Defeat him, and you'll be a qualified martial arts practitioner."

"Damn it, who do you think you are?"

Zhao Fei immediately pointed at the clone, "I can defeat this thing in a heartbeat!"

Wu Ming smiled but remained silent.

Su Wuchen pulled Zhao Fei back, "Watch out!"

This was not only a reminder to Zhao Fei to be careful of the clone in front of him, but also a reminder to be careful of Wu Ming!

Having known each other for many years, Zhao Fei understood Su Wuchen's meaning perfectly well.

"It's just a tiny clone. Watch whether I take it or not!"

Zhao Fei grinned, gave Su Wuchen a reassuring look, and then raised his hand to strike.

Bang!

Zhao Feifei is gone.

Zhao Fei couldn't withstand just one move!

"That's impossible!"

Zhao Fei's expression changed drastically, and he scrambled to his feet. "How can someone at the early stage of the eighth rank possess such formidable strength?"

"You disagree?"

"I refuse to accept this!"

Zhao Fei roared, revealing the dragon scales on his neck, and his body bones swelled slightly at that moment.

When the massive fist slammed down on its opponent, a sound like a tiger's roar echoed all around.

But the tiger's roar that had just begun was drowned out and suppressed by the sound of waves crashing against the shore, the constant roar of the tides making it feel like being on the edge of a vast ocean.

Wave after wave surged in.

Su Wuchen's eyes widened in shock; the voice was actually coming from inside the clone!

"The first realm of martial arts: Body Tempering!"

"First train the skin, then the tendons, then the bones!"

"Only when the skin, tendons, and bones are tempered into a unified whole can one's qi and blood surge like a vast ocean, endlessly regenerating!"

"Although you two are martial artists, your foundation is far too weak!"

"They may possess the cultivation level of the Opening Meridian Realm, but lack the corresponding foundation. Their cultivation is like a castle in the air. Even a martial artist at the early stage of the Opening Meridian Realm could defeat the two of you!"

Wu Ming spoke slowly, while Zhao Fei was being beaten.

Su Wuchen was deep in thought. What he said was indeed the cultivation method of martial artists, but "blood and qi surge" was an extremely rare bloodline phenomenon among the ninth-rank martial artists!

Looking at all the martial arts masters in the Martial Alliance, not a single one has succeeded in cultivating it!

"Stop hitting him, stop hitting him!"

"I was wrong, I was wrong, okay, senior!"

Zhao Fei, whose face was bruised and swollen, had lost his earlier arrogance.

After glancing at him, Wu Ming snapped his fingers, and Zhao Fei, the clone who had been beating him, shattered like a bubble.

"Are all practitioners in the outside world cultivating in the same way as you?"

"Yes."

Su Wuchen said in a deep voice, "Senior may not know, but the outside world has been disconnected for many years. Most of the younger generation of disciples discover cultivation techniques from secret realms and deduce and cultivate them on their own."

"The methods my brother and I practice are also the result of the summaries of our predecessors."

"So that's how it is..."

Wu Ming closed his eyes, as if he was thinking of some unpleasant memories.

Suddenly.

Wu Ming opened his eyes, looked up at the sky, and roared, "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Slay countless alien races and restore peace to the world!"

puff!

The terrifying sound was like a tidal wave of murderous intent!

Although it wasn't specifically targeted at Su Wuchen and his companion, it still sent them flying, crashing heavily into the stone wall behind them, spurting blood.

"Calm down, senior, calm down!"

Su Wuchen and his companion were greatly alarmed.

That old monster is terrifying! He just shouted and almost killed them all!

If we let him continue his rampage, wouldn't the two of us be doomed?

however.

Despite Su Wuchen and the other man's repeated persuasion, Wu Ming's murderous intent remained boiling.

"withdraw!"

Su Wuchen immediately pulled Zhao Fei out of the underground space.

Only after the roars subsided did the two cautiously return.

"Feel sorry."

Wu Ming looked at him apologetically, "I was thinking about some bad things, and my head is a little foggy."

"It must not be a good thing for a senior to remember it so vividly."

"Um……"

Wu Ming sighed, "Li never imagined that the world would fall to such a state."

"Since you two have come here, it means we are destined to meet. I will help you to start your cultivation anew."

"what?"

"Start training again?"

"We're already eighth-rank martial artists, can we really start cultivating again?"

Su Wuchen and the other person looked astonished.

If they were to start cultivating again, wouldn't that mean all their cultivation would be for naught?

"You're unwilling?"

"this……"

"Of course I'd like to!"

Su Wuchen tugged at Zhao Fei, a smile on his face, and said, "May I ask, senior, how does one resume cultivation?"

"Strengthen the foundation!"

Wu Ming cut to the chase, "The cultivation levels of the two of you are too weak, like rootless duckweed, unable to withstand any storms."

"Once you encounter a true martial arts master, even if you are a whole realm higher than them, they will have the power to crush you!"

"so……"

Wu Ming flicked his finger, and two massive hammers, each three meters in size, hovered in front of Su Wuchen and his companion.

The hammer was so big that the shadow it cast was enough to cover two square meters.

Even if Su Wuchen and his companion stood side by side under the same hammer, they wouldn't be able to see each other...

"Let the past pound your foundations."

"...?"

Su Wuchen and the other looked at each other in bewilderment.

This……

If you hit someone with that hammer, wouldn't you kill them?

"Don't worry, I won't kill you."

"..."