Becoming a saint begins with the infinite accumulation of destiny.

On the banks of the Five Rivers.

The vast golden wheat fields have been mostly harvested, revealing the earthy soil beneath.

The sky was overcast, the autumn wind was bleak, and the river wind howled past everyone's ears.

Like the Grim Reaper himself urging him on, a cold voice behind him kept pressing him on.

"Each person must hand over one precious fish!"

Zhu You, dressed in a black robe with a cold face, kept emphasizing this by the riverbank.

Warriors were already standing on the riverbank, all with sorrowful faces, tired and afraid, but dared not disobey.

Zhu You couldn't force Chen Shisheng, but he was more than capable of dealing with them.

Especially since Zhu Youlai arrived, he has been ordering them around every day. Their Bull Fist technique has long since worn off, their blood and qi have declined, and their strength is much weaker than before, making it even more difficult for them to resist.

"Chief Zhu, the weather is really bad today, how about tomorrow..."

Xu Song raised his finger and pointed to the sky.

The sky was already covered with dark clouds, large black clouds loomed overhead, and there were faint rumbling thunder and fine raindrops falling from them.

The weather looks like it's going to rain heavily.

Going into the river to fish at this time is extremely dangerous.

The river is swift; if you are not careful, you will be swept away by the current and never be found.

"What does it have to do with me? I must catch this treasure fish today!"

Zhu You's eyes were icy cold, showing no concern whatsoever.

"But for the squad leader, everyone..."

Xu Song wanted to say something more.

Suddenly his vision blurred.

A figure rushed over rapidly, bringing with it a gust of wind.

Snapped! !

Zhu You actually punched Xu Song in the shoulder.

He used a move from the Bull Fist style called "Bull Raises its Horn," which emphasizes speed and is incredibly fast.

Xu Song's qi and blood were already inferior to Zhu You's, and coupled with the sneak attack, he was immediately knocked off balance and fell to the ground.

Ah!

He couldn't help but let out a groan of pain, clutching his shoulder as he stumbled backward and fell to the ground.

This made the difference in strength between the two sides extremely obvious.

Xu Song was no match for Zhu You at all; he couldn't even muster the courage to resist.

Seeing this, the others felt a chill in their hearts and lowered their heads, not daring to say anything to stop it.

For a moment, the area along the riverbank felt somewhat desolate.

Seeing this, Zhang Qing, who was standing nearby, couldn't bear it and quickly stepped forward to whisper a word of advice:

"Brother Zhu, perhaps we should call it a day. The river is swift, and if we rashly go into the water now, we might lose manpower."

"Xiaoqing, how can you still be so naive? Don't be fooled by my talent; I know there are always people more capable than you. Although my family doesn't live in the inner city, I know how different the people there are from those in the outer city."

Zhu You turned to look at Zhang Qing, a bitter smile on his face.

"In their eyes, the people of the outer city are nothing but expendable resources; only the inner city is the true realm. It doesn't matter how many people from the outer city die; they can just be reborn. After all, the outer city has no shortage of people."

At this point, Zhu You's face darkened, and his eyes were filled with longing.

For him, he was once incredibly close to the inner city.

"The inner city is where people should live. We have talent, but we lack resources. Do you think the gentlemen in the inner city are all benevolent and will teach us martial arts for free?"

"We don't rely on our youth and strength to improve our abilities. Once we get older, or our talent falls short of others, hehe, they'll be the ones to leave us behind the fastest."

"Right now, we have to climb up the ladder by any means necessary."

Zhu You smiled and patted Zhang Qing on the shoulder, speaking earnestly.

"It seems Brother Zhu has gained a lot from this trip to the inner city! His understanding of the world has deepened."

Zhang Qing remained silent for a long time before finally nodding and ceasing to object.

His actions represent his attitude.

Ignoring is tantamount to condoning.

"You want me to throw you all down one by one?"

Zhu You sneered at the crowd, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

No one dared to object. They quickly took off their clothes, jumped naked into the water, and began to grope around in the water.

A group of people worked hard for most of the day, but only managed to catch a few small fish, about three fingers wide, in the river.

Zhu You was naturally dissatisfied and ordered everyone to continue fishing, while he took Zhang Qing to a flat area to exchange their experiences on blood transfusion.

As the sky grew darker and the wind picked up, the sound of heavy rain could be heard in the distance.

Large drops of water fell, hitting everyone's heads, making the men, who were somewhat weak and shivering from the cold.

They already had insufficient qi and blood, and then they forced themselves to practice the Bull Fist, which further depleted their qi and blood.

Being splashed with cold water can disrupt the flow of qi and blood.

If their blood and qi are not flowing smoothly, they are just ordinary people, at most with thicker skin.

Having been in the water for so long, his hands and feet had turned white, his legs were weak, and he was in a very weak state.

Some of the female warriors even squatted to the side, their faces pale and their bodies trembling uncontrollably, because they were menstruating.

"Boss Zhu, can I take a break?"

A female warrior pleaded in a low voice, deliberately revealing half of her burly body.

Because of practicing the Bull Fist, both men and women develop muscular and extremely strong physiques.

"roll!"

Zhu You was furious.

He looked at the female warrior, whose muscles were even stronger than his own and who was large and burly.

She intentionally or unintentionally exposed half of her muscular shoulder in front of him, attempting to seduce him.

He felt a little nauseous.

After driving away the female warrior, Zhu You continued to exchange ideas with Zhang Qing.

The female warrior returned to the shore, touched her face—whether it was rainwater or tears—and stepped back into the river.

As soon as she entered the water, a bone-chilling cold and intense discomfort came from her lower body.

Then, a little bit of scarlet blood flowed down her thick thighs.

It spread a pale red color in the river, and had an extremely pungent smell.

The rain poured down relentlessly.

This point of scarlet blood was broken open, became more scattered, and eventually flowed downstream with the river.

No one paid attention to these details; everyone was groping around, trying to finish as quickly as possible.

The rain intensified, and the river surface was riddled with large craters, with large amounts of rainwater flowing from the banks and eventually into the Wuhe River.

At the bottom of the river, a dark, oily green eye, burning like a ghostly flame, suddenly opened.

The ink-black body, resembling a sleeping ancient pagoda at the bottom of the water, trembled, causing specks of dust to disperse and the surroundings to become even more murky, making it difficult to see clearly.

The small fish around seemed to be frightened and swam upstream against the current, desperately wagging their tails.

Suddenly, several strands of black, thread-like water plants snapped.

In an instant, the large flow of water seemed to be interrupted by something, breaking in the middle and forming a waterless area.

Just then, the martial artists who were fishing on the shore paused in their movements.

As if sensing something, everyone stopped moving and their eyes involuntarily turned to the river surface, which was still being battered by the rain.

Soon, some people sensed a large school of fish swimming frantically underwater.

The fleeing fish bumped into the legs of the group, as if there was an extremely terrifying presence below them.

Suddenly, a strange, indescribable feeling welled up inside me, as if I had been attacked. My heart pounded, I felt afraid, and I felt uneasy all at once.

The river water quickly turned black, carrying a stench as if it had been accumulating for decades.

Not long after.

Whoosh!

The water's surface was forcefully cleaved open by a burly, dark-skinned creature, which suddenly lunged at the group.

"Water monkey!!!"

A terrifying scream, accompanied by heart-wrenching howls and heavy breathing from the crowd.

The moment the female warrior turned her head, a towering figure, like a black wall, was already in front of her, radiating an immense, invisible pressure of blood and qi, its dark pupils fixed on the female warrior before her.

next second!

A black, hairy hand, larger than a palm-leaf fan, suddenly struck, carrying a strong, fishy stench.

Splat!

A muffled groan was heard.

The female warrior was pressed down from the head by a large, black-haired hand, the immense force as if pressing down on tofu.

Before the female warrior could even scream, she was crushed into a meat patty.

Blood mixed with rainwater and river water, along with scattered bits of flesh and bones, instantly stained the entire body of water red.

Then, the water monkey grabbed a handful of water plants and swallowed them all at once, making crunching sounds as it chewed.