Becoming a saint begins with the infinite accumulation of destiny.

Wang Ping's face lit up with joy. She looked around and spotted the clothes on the shore.

"This grass carp...is even bigger than the treasure fish that Old Huang had before!"

By being relocated to Pingyang Town, they not only lost the opportunity to go to the inner city, but also a stable source of exotic beast meat.

Blood transfusion is the first hurdle for martial artists. To change the blood and qi of the whole body, the required amount of exotic beast meat is frighteningly high, which ordinary people simply cannot afford.

Therefore, various defective products were developed as a supplement to qi and blood.

Treasure fish and treasure plant are such things.

Although the blood and qi cultivated without eating the flesh of exotic beasts are flawed and not very powerful, they are still coveted by countless people.

After all, putting aside the question of whether one's Qi and blood are strong or not, being able to cultivate Qi and blood represents skill, and one can then receive decent treatment wherever one goes.

"Since no one's here, then..."

Wang Ping narrowed her eyes, having made up her mind.

Without hesitation, she tied the bluefish up with a rope.

She then carefully checked her surroundings to make sure no one had noticed her movements before quickly leaving and disappearing into the night.

About fifteen minutes later.

Chen Shisheng surfaced again, a silver carp as wide as an arm hanging from his harpoon. He wiped the river water off his face and went ashore.

"Huh? Where's my fish?"

He looked down and searched, but found no trace of the bluefish.

He was certain that he had tied the grass carp to the riverbank before going into the water.

And now, the bluefish has vanished without a trace!

Someone stole my things.

Chen Shisheng's expression changed as he realized this was the only possibility.

Who would be by the river in the middle of the night?

His location is quite secluded; ordinary people would never come here in the middle of the night.

"Who could it be?"

Chen Shisheng was extremely displeased and quickly packed his things.

He then searched the surrounding area carefully but found no trace of anyone having been there.

Clearly, the fish thief was very careful, walking on hard dirt roads where footprints were invisible to the naked eye.

After searching the same spot for a while without success, Chen Shisheng finally gave up.

The man was quite experienced; after searching the surrounding area, he found absolutely no trace of him.

In addition, it was nighttime, and the light was dim, so there was no one in sight.

Finding someone on the vast riverbank is like searching for a needle in a haystack.

"Next time, we need to find someone to keep an eye on it. I'd rather spend a little more time getting Baoyu back first."

Feeling depressed, Chen Shisheng dived back into the water.

But rare fish are hard to come by, and it seems his luck has run out; he only managed to catch a few ordinary small fish.

There was not a trace of the treasure fish.

Helpless, Chen Shisheng had no choice but to give up.

Back in Pingyang Town.

Chen Shisheng first went to his sister-in-law's place and delivered the fish, asking her to buy some seasonings at the market the next day to make stewed fish.

"Aren't you eating at home anymore?"

Liu Yun leaned against the door frame and called out.

"No, I have something to do later, I need to go to the Qin residence."

Chen Shisheng replied loudly, waved his hand, and then turned and left.

Liu Yun stared at Chen Shisheng's back for a while, until her brother-in-law's figure disappeared around the street corner, before she closed the door and went back to the inner room.

Pingyang Town has only one main street, and the rest are dirt roads with hard surfaces connecting the surrounding areas. On both sides are rows of houses of varying heights, most of which are single-story mud houses.

After walking along the main road for a while, Chen Shisheng arrived in front of a large circular courtyard.

The only two mansions in the entire town belonged to the Liu family, who guarded the town, and another large family, the Qin family.

But for some reason, the Qin family was wiped out overnight, and the entire mansion was left empty.

This place has now become a temporary residence for these military men who have been sent out to work.

Upon entering the Qin residence, one finds it quite lively, with many people practicing their combat skills in the back courtyard.

The two sides clashed fiercely, their blows creating a whooshing sound and crackling noises.

Chen Shisheng glanced at it, then turned and walked towards his room.

They all have their own private rooms here.

Upon reaching the second floor, Chen Shisheng continued walking forward. His room was at the very back of the second floor, next to Liu Feng's.

But at that moment, Chen Shisheng suddenly stopped.

"What does it taste like?"

His gaze drifted to a room on the side; the door was ajar.

A muddy smell, like stewed fish, wafted from inside.

"What are you looking at?"

The people inside seemed to be paying attention to his gaze, and Wang Ping warily blocked the doorway.

"What are you cooking in the house? Fish?"

Chen Shisheng asked in a deep voice, already having some guesses in his mind.

"So what if it is? So what if it isn't? What I cook is none of your business!"

Wang Ping was rude and showed no politeness whatsoever.

"Could it be that the guy who was catching fish earlier was this kid?"

She vaguely understood, glanced at Chen Shisheng from head to toe, and noticed his wet trouser legs, which made her even more certain.

However, no one around saw her taking the fish.

Even if she was cooking fish, what evidence is there that the fish was Chen Shisheng, since there was no name written on the fish?

Thinking of this, Wang Ping decided to close the door.

"Wait a moment!"

When Chen Shisheng saw the man trying to dodge, he immediately reached out and stopped him.

He then flashed into the room, where the smell of stewed fish mingled with the distinctive scent of rice noodles from a woman's room.

On the ground by the window, there was a small pot filled to the brim with large pieces of snow-white fish meat.

On the wall next to it, there was another half of the fish carcass hanging, with two very conspicuous cuts on its abdomen.

Seeing this, Chen Shisheng immediately understood that this was his bluefish.

"What are you doing?!"

"Get out!!"

Seeing that Chen Shisheng had discovered it, Wang Ping flew into a rage and immediately punched him, trying to drive him out of the room.

"Is this my fish?"

Chen Shisheng did not want to get entangled with him, so he fought and retreated while questioning him sharply.

"Your fish? If you call it, will it answer? I caught it while patrolling the river at night!"

Wang Ping didn't blush, and sneered.

Soon, the commotion reached downstairs, and several men quickly went upstairs to check what had happened.

"What happened?"

Liu Feng followed him up, approached Chen Shisheng, and quietly inquired about the situation.

"She stole my herring."

Chen Shisheng said coldly.

"Don't listen to him, everyone! I was on night patrol and finally caught this precious fish. This guy barged into my room without asking any questions, trying to steal it!"

Wang Ping retorted, her eyes red, turning the tables on him.

The others, unable to discern the situation and seeing that the bluefish had already been dismembered and that what Wang Ping said was true, hastily separated the two.

At this moment, someone had already gone to inform Zhang Kuang. As soon as he entered, the room immediately fell silent.

"What happened?"

Zhang Kuang frowned.

The group then recounted the story again.

"What makes you think it's your fish?"

Zhang Kuang stared into Chen Shisheng's eyes, his gaze indifferent, and asked.

"There is something on this fish..."

"Not your fish!"

Zhang Kuang impatiently interrupted him and made a conclusion directly.

"That..."

Chen Shisheng was taken aback and instinctively defended himself.

"Alright! This fish belongs to Wang Ping."

He said arrogantly and casually, waving his hand to signal everyone to disperse so as not to miss tomorrow's patrol, and then turned and left.

He didn't actually know whose fish it was, but he was disturbed in the middle of the night and called from his boudoir.

He couldn't be bothered with all this nonsense; he just randomly assigned someone and that was it.

Anyway, these people can't turn the tide!

This isn't deliberate targeting; it's a form of contempt and denial of people based on their strength itself.

It's like someone encountering two ants fighting; they simply separate them without caring why the ants are fighting, because it's completely unimportant.

Chen Shisheng didn't say anything more, his eyes coldly peering through the crack in the door at Wang Ping.

Wang Ping looked at him and smiled, her eyes filled with pity and other meanings.

"Let's go, Shisheng."

Liu Feng believed in Chen Shisheng; he didn't slander other people's character lightly.

But Zhang Kuang has already made his decision, so there's no point in arguing anymore.

Chen Shisheng remained expressionless.

Zhang Kuang is a close confidant of the Second Young Master Wen, and his strength has long been sufficient for a complete overhaul. He has been cultivating his power for many years, otherwise he would not have been sent to Pingyang Town, a major grain-producing area.

His presence here represents the attitude of the Second Young Master Wen.

Let alone a mere outlying martial artist like him, even martial artists from the inner city wouldn't dare to offend him casually.

In the end, this world is ruled by strength.

Bang!

Wang Ping slammed the door shut.

Chen Shisheng's expression changed slightly. He took a deep look at Wang Ping's room, then turned and left.