Go and capture those thirty-six fierce villains.

"Your sleep quality is pretty good..." Qin Ning frowned, leaned close to the other person's ear, and said in a normal voice, "Senior Brother Zhang is here."

The young man sprang up from his seat instantly, first slapping himself twice across the face with practiced ease, before looking around and explaining...

"Senior Brother Zhang, I'm not asleep. I just closed my eyes and pretended to sleep for a while."

"Aren't you being a little too familiar with this process...?" Qin Ning's eyes twitched as he looked at the young man in front of him: "Ahem, Senior Brother Zhang hasn't arrived yet, but the medicine in the jar is indeed empty. Even if you don't add any more, Senior Brother, you should quickly put out the fire so that the residue in this jar doesn't burn dry and stick to it later."

Perhaps it was the effect of those two slaps, but the young man was now fully awake.

Upon hearing this, he brought his head close to the large urn again, then, still not believing it, slapped himself again before turning his head to look at Qin Ning as if he were a monster.

"You, all by yourself, drank all of this body-strengthening soup!?"

Qin Ning nodded, and was about to smile to show his friendliness when he remembered that he was still wearing a bamboo hat.

"Impossible! The master said that even the basic version of this medicine requires a full hour of martial arts practice after drinking it to fully digest. Senior Brother Zhang has only ever drunk a maximum of five bowls a day, you...you...you..."

The little monkey, who had been in charge of the stove for many years, naturally knew how much medicine was in the jar.

Ninety-seven bowls of water need to be boiled down to about forty-six bowls to be effective. How could one person possibly drink more than forty bowls of body-strengthening soup?

Unless... he's not human at all, but a legendary overseas demon who has transformed into a human!

Considering that the other person wore a straw hat during both meetings, not daring to show their true face, the young man became even more certain that this was the idea that had just popped into his mind.

"You, you, you..."

Qin Ning saw the young man in front of her trembling and stumbling as he ran out of the kitchen, tripping over the threshold and falling down in the process.

"????"

I possess the supernatural power of "Gluttony," which makes digestion a bit faster.

But you didn't even show your face. What's with that expression on your face like you've seen Si Chenwei Hanchan?

Qin Ning stood there scratching his head, pondered for a moment, and then first moved the large urn off the stove.

It's very difficult to clean this kind of thing after it's dried out of the pot. Don't ask him how he knows.

After finishing this task, he cleared away any flammable materials next to the stove to make sure there would be no fire before stepping over the threshold and leaving the kitchen.

"You audacious fiend, how dare you trespass into my Tiger Roar Martial Arts School!"

Before Qin Ning could even stand still, he heard a loud shout from the side.

He turned his head and saw an old man dressed in close-fitting plain clothes with disheveled hair, rushing towards him with the force of thunder, like a tiger descending a mountain.

That energy! That momentum! That style!

It's obvious that he wasn't fully awake when he was forcibly dragged out of bed.

Boom!

Qin Ning caught the punch that was half demon-slaying spirit and half morning grumpiness, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Although the old man in front of him looked quite old, his strength in his hands was no less than that of a seventh-rank martial artist, and the skin on his exposed arms also had a faint brassy luster.

This old man is actually a seventh-grade martial artist?

No, that's not right. Martial artists who haven't reached the fifth rank will experience a decline in their qi and blood as they get older. The fact that the old man still has this strength at his age suggests that he might have reached the sixth rank when he was young.

Qin Ning blocked several of the opponent's punches in succession and said softly, "Master, I am a newly recruited student of your Tiger Roar Martial Arts School, not some kind of monster."

Upon hearing this, the old man stopped his attack and leaped back to create some distance, a hint of doubt flashing in his old eyes. He had seen demons in his youth, and although the person before him had concealed his face, he did not possess the unique aura of a demon.

Seeing that the other party had stopped, Qin Ning did not explain further. He directly took out the document he had signed the day before from his bosom, which was actually from the mouth of the cat.

With a flick of his wrist, the document flew like a dart, landing precisely in the hand of the Tiger Roar Martial Arts School Master.

After the other party looked down and examined himself, his murderous aura dissipated considerably. Just as he was about to speak, the young man nicknamed Little Monkey scrambled over from a distance, shouting, "Master, he drank over forty bowls of Bone-Forging Soup by himself! He must be a demon in human form!"

The owner suddenly looked up: "You drank over forty bowls of body-strengthening soup all by yourself!"

As he spoke, his murderous aura, which had just dissipated, condensed again.

"Could it be because I have a big appetite..." Qin Ning coughed lightly and explained in a deep voice, "I did drink more than forty bowls, but I have a special constitution and I naturally digest these kinds of soups and medicines faster."

It must be said that the martial arts school master is more knowledgeable. The murderous aura he had just gathered dissipated again: "There are indeed many special physiques in this world, such as the young master Bai from the Mo family in the city who is born with the talent of a craftsman."

The young man ran up and steadied himself against the doorpost: "But Master, this person has been wearing a bamboo hat to cover his face both the day before yesterday and today. He might be one of those demons from the stories who haven't fully taken human form, which is why he needs to hide behind a hat!"

The malevolent aura emanating from the owner of the building coalesced once more.

Are you really going to expel me from the human race today...? And aren't you, the owner of this establishment, a little too easily swayed?

Qin Ning clicked his tongue, somewhat helplessly, and said, "I just have some unspeakable difficulties that make it inconvenient for me to show my true face, but I am indeed a human, not a monster."

Youth: "So, your unspeakable secret is that you still have demonic features on your face and haven't fully transformed!"

You fucking... Qin Ning silently clenched his fist, then quickly relaxed it.

The martial arts school owner said, "Although my disciple's guess was a bit bold, it wasn't entirely unreasonable. Why don't you temporarily remove your straw hat? If it's truly a misunderstanding, I'm willing to apologize along with my disciple, and we'll return the 150 taels of silver in full. In return, you can study at my Tiger Roar Martial Arts School for a month free of charge."

Are you sure?

"nature."

"OK."

Qin Ning raised his hand and took off his straw hat, revealing his handsome face. He smiled slightly and looked at the young man behind the doorpost.

Then......

thump!

The young man nicknamed Little Monkey knelt directly on the ground, his eyes bulging: "You, you, you... Si Si Si... Si Chenwei!"

Then he rolled his eyes, and for some unknown reason, he fainted.

I knew it...

His face now is far more lethal than any overseas demon race.

Qin Ning turned to look at the dazed museum owner, only to find that the man had also knelt down on the ground with a thud.

"????"

The martial arts master said, "Qin Hanchan, I have been retired from the martial arts world for many years. I only opened this martial arts school to make a living. I beg you to have mercy on my family of five. I am willing to give up everything I own just to save my life!"

The dignified Sichen Wei Hanchan concealed his face and secretly joined the martial arts school.

Although the owner couldn't figure out what he had done wrong, just looking at the other party's behavior, the effort they had put in, and the damage to their reputation...

Now, all he wants is for his wife and daughter to live; he has given up hope for his own life.

Qin Ning slapped her forehead, looking helpless.

According to the normal plot, shouldn't I be chuckling and saying something like, "If I kill you, your family fortune will be mine," and then give an order for five hundred axemen to rush out and chop everyone in this martial arts school into mincemeat, even cutting earthworms into eleven pieces?

Is it because Sichenwei has such a bad reputation... or has the rumor about me changed again in Beian City after two days?

Qin Ning frowned as she thought about it, then plopped down on the steps.

"Master, please get up. I have no interest in your estate, but I do have something I'd like to ask you."

P.S.: I've read everyone's encouragement, thank you so much, really.

I also did some self-reflection and realized why, despite feeling that the book was decent and I prepared very diligently, the data was still terrible.

I think I made a fatal mistake. I should have used a more engaging writing style in the early stages, instead of frantically planting foreshadowing, planting a small foreshadowing every ten sentences and a major foreshadowing every half chapter.

It's clearly a lighthearted story, why make it so complicated?

Later on, I will speed up the pace, try to resolve the foreshadowing, and write more short, quick, and fun plot points, hoping to bring you more joy through my writing.

Suggestions or comments are welcome.

Although I may not necessarily listen, I will definitely see it and consider its feasibility.

Finally, thank you all for your support, thank you very much!