Becoming a saint begins with the infinite accumulation of destiny.

Three days later.

The fog was thick, and the waves were rolling.

Along the banks of the tributaries of the Wuhe River, large, flat fields of grain are arranged neatly like blocks of tofu.

A brown bird flew across the grain field and landed lightly on the riverbank. Taking advantage of the rolling river water, it carefully preened the fine down under its wings.

Suddenly, as if hearing some noise, the bird paused, its black pupils gazing into the distance.

There, a beautiful figure was walking from not far away. The woman was wearing a light green belted long dress, and her hair was casually tied behind her head with a white ribbon, but her appearance was ordinary and not outstanding.

After walking for a while and finding no one around, the woman casually found a spot and began practicing the Wild Bull Fist.

After a short while, another man walked over from the other side.

Upon meeting, the two embraced passionately, then undressed and made love.

"Brother Yu, when can we be transferred back? We've been training hard here all day, but we can't even get enough exotic beast meat to replenish our blood."

"My blood and energy are almost failing."

The woman nestled in the man's arms, drawing circles on his chest, her expression melancholic and wistful.

"Ping'er, I've also inquired about this matter. The farmland in Pingyang Town is of paramount importance; it's not something ordinary people can handle, and it can't be transferred back. Unless..."

The man paused, sighed, and said helplessly.

"Unless what?"

The woman, Wang Ping, quickly asked.

She's almost depressed from being here every day. It's all patrolling and rigorous training, like a hermit's life, with no breaks at all. She's long been fed up with it.

"Only by making meritorious contributions and accumulating enough achievements can we gain the young master's favor. With just a word from him, he can transfer us into the inner city."

The man said with certainty.

"What merit can this lousy place offer? There's no profit to be made, just a bunch of poor bastards!"

Wang Ping's initial interest vanished instantly.

Apart from the Liu family, the entire town of Pingyang was populated by ordinary villagers.

This is also what causes them distress.

The two continued their private conversation and flirted for a while before finally getting dressed.

The man whispered a few more words, then parted ways with Wang Ping and disappeared into the distant horizon.

By the river, the bird stood there for a moment, seemingly not understanding what was happening. It shook its head, shaking off the water droplets.

Suddenly, the bird's eyes lit up and it fixed its gaze on a small fish trapped in the water plants on the riverbank.

Crash!

Just as the bird spread its wings, intending to kill the small fish with a single blow and feast on it.

Suddenly, a large spray of water erupted from the river, startling the birds into flight. A figure suddenly emerged from beneath the spray and headed straight for Wang Ping on the bank.

"Who?!"

Wang Ping was shocked; she never imagined that someone was hiding underwater.

Does that mean that this person saw everything that just happened?

Thinking of this, a look of shame, anger, and resentment involuntarily appeared on her face.

After all, she's a skilled person undergoing a blood transfusion, so she does show some reaction.

He immediately retreated rapidly, hoping to escape danger before the man could regain his footing.

But the newcomer seemed to have anticipated this situation, and with a casual flick of his wrist, a sharp, brown object came hurtling straight at her face.

They're iron nails!

When Wang Ping saw what it was, she was startled and quickly dodged to the side.

But this slight delay allowed the figure to suddenly rush forward, delivering a punch like a hammer to her face.

"Don't....!!"

Wang Ping roared, her pupils shrinking rapidly.

Before she could finish speaking, her facial bones shattered, and she was sent flying backward, crashing to the ground.

She was thrown several meters away, and she still tried to struggle, but blood and foam kept gushing from her mouth, her nose was dented, and her eyes were bulging. She was about to die.

The figure stepped forward again, quickly approaching, and without the slightest hesitation, delivered another punch to the neck.

Wang Ping strained to open her eyes, trying to make out the person's appearance.

Click!

With a crisp sound of bone breaking.

Wang Ping's eyes widened, a rapid flow of emotions including resentment, shock, and regret, before finally losing focus.

His neck went limp and he collapsed, completely lifeless.

The figure crouched down, rummaged through the body a few times, and then quickly disappeared into the distance.

......

Chen Shisheng took a detour, away from the grain fields, before taking off his clothes, wrapping them around stones, throwing them into the water, and then returning to the Qin residence as if nothing had happened.

Back in his room, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The operation went extremely smoothly. He had already found out Wang Ping's patrol schedule and ambushed her halfway, catching her completely off guard.

Given Wang Ping's strength, she was unable to put up any effective resistance and was hit by his attack in one fell swoop.

Furthermore, the moment he made his move, he was adorned with the Qilin Destiny, which instantly enhanced his agility, strength, and reaction time, allowing him to easily succeed.

Chen Shisheng got up and closed the window.

He took Wang Ping's money pouch from his waist, opened it, and was immediately disappointed.

"He really is a penniless wretch!"

Inside were just a few taels of silver and a jade hairpin.

Chen Shisheng carefully put away the silver and planned to temporarily leave the hairpin with his sister-in-law to avoid it being discovered.

Then he took out a tinderbox and burned the money bag, only then was he completely relieved.

Since this was done in secret, the Wen family would not let him off easily if he were discovered.

Speaking of the Wen family, Chen Shisheng would recall the conversation he had overheard between the two men.

"If I can make a contribution, I can be transferred back to the Wen family and return to Wuhe City. That's something worth trying."

Chen Shisheng thought to himself.

Pingyang Town is still too small; its resources are simply insufficient to support so many martial artists undergoing a blood transfusion.

To advance further, one must obtain the flesh of exotic beasts to nourish one's blood and qi.

The powerful and shrewd Bull Fist style does not involve large quantities of highly nutritious meats like exotic beast meat.

Over time, your body will definitely suffer from depletion!

Soon, Chen Shisheng packed his things and left the room.

Outside in the open space, several men were sparring. They were exchanging blows, their fists and feet flying, making loud thuds as they fought. It was quite intense.

Chen Shisheng glanced at them and found that the blood exchange rate of these people was only slightly better than that of those who had just started practicing standing meditation.

They don't have much of an advantage in terms of strength, their only advantage might be in defense.

Chen Shisheng roughly understood the progress of the people on the field, and noticed that Liu Feng was also practicing the Bull Fist in the corner, so he decided to go up and exchange a few moves with him to accumulate practical experience.

Entertainment is extremely scarce here. There are no brothels or gambling dens in town, so most people can only kill time by fighting and practicing.

"Something terrible has happened! Something terrible has happened!!"

Just then, a loud shout came from outside.

"It's Zhang Fan's voice."

Someone recognized the person who shouted.

"Wasn't he on patrol? What happened?"

The men exchanged glances, looked at each other in bewilderment, and then quickly walked to the vermilion gate to check the situation.

"Zhang Fan, weren't you supposed to be inspecting the farmland? What happened?"

One of them looked at Zhang Fan, whose face was pale, and hurriedly asked.

Chen Shisheng also walked over at this moment, his expression calm, pretending that he knew nothing.

"Water...a water ghost has appeared!! Wang Ping has been killed by a water ghost!!!"

Zhang Fan was breathing rapidly, his eyes filled with fear and lingering dread.

"What?!"

"Are there really water ghosts?!"

The others' expressions changed.

After being transferred to Pingyang Town, everyone was safe and sound for quite some time.

The matter of the water ghost that Liu Shouyuan had mentioned earlier was gradually no longer taken seriously by the people.

But now.....

The water ghost actually appeared!!

They even killed Wang Ping!!

"Go and inform Zhang, the squad leader!"

Someone said in a panic.

Immediately, someone ran to the Liu residence across the street.

Not long after, Zhang Kuang walked out of the Liu family's house across the street, his expression somewhat solemn.

Soon, under his leadership, the group headed towards the place where Wang Ping was murdered.

The group of people were stunned by what they saw as soon as they arrived.

On the empty riverbank, several pieces of corpse lay silently, with shredded clothing hanging from them, and...

A row of fine bite marks!

Upon seeing this, Chen Shisheng's expression changed slightly; he had thrown Wang Ping's body into the river.

Now it's been fished out by some unknown thing!

A moment of silence fell over the crowd as they stared blankly at the fragments of the body on the ground, the air thick with an almost pungent smell of blood.

It was midday, and the sun was blazing, but a chill crept into everyone's hearts.

Wang Ping, like everyone else, possesses the ability to undergo a blood transfusion, and because of that precious fish, her blood and energy are even stronger than some others.

Now... he's actually dead.

He died at the hands of a water ghost!

Aside from Zhang's arrogance, no one present dared to claim that they were capable of overwhelming Wang Ping.

"Go and summon Garrison Commander Liu."

Zhang Kuang lowered his eyelids slightly and said in a low voice.