Martial arts immortality begins with upgrading buildings.

After saying goodbye to Song Zheming, Chen Qing returned to the shack with a happy heart.

The panic after the murder was completely replaced by a sudden surge of joy.

Just the day before, he was still worrying about how to find a more lucrative job that could both provide for his daily nutrition and allow him to save money for martial arts training.

Unexpectedly, he met a benefactor today who helped him solve the problem of learning martial arts.

This is equivalent to saving him three hundred yuan directly.

Now that he has regained the Daxing Trading Company's steamship, his daily income will increase by one unit.

With the five silver dollars he got from Zhang Mazi, he wouldn't have to worry about food for the time being.

However, as his strength increases day by day, his nutritional needs will definitely increase, and his expenses will also increase.

Moreover, the buildings in his mind also require money to upgrade.

Upgrading the training room to level 2 alone costs 500 silver dollars, and activating other buildings will cost an unknown amount.

Therefore, making money is of paramount importance to him.

"I can't find a way to make money right now, so I'll focus my energy on learning martial arts. Once I have a certain level of skill, making money will be much easier."

Chen Qing thought to himself.

Now that the negative emotions from the murder had dissipated, he had no intention of sleeping.

Back in the hut, he prepared to practice the Eight Pieces of Brocade to repair the day's physical exhaustion.

Using the critical strike talent this time also made him realize some drawbacks.

That is, after going all out, the body's strength is instantly drained, leaving one unable to continue.

It's fine for one-on-one combat, but in group battles, this talent becomes somewhat useless.

"I wonder if I can control the power when using the critical strike talent."

Chen Qing thought to himself.

Using a critical strike can instantly unleash power three times greater than one's own limits.

But if he only unleashes one-time power, can he use his talent three times?

If we continue to reduce the power, will we be able to greatly increase the number of times it can be used?

With an idea in mind, he prepared to experiment with it properly after his body recovered.

After making up his mind, Chen Qing began practicing Baduanjin in the shack.

As he practiced repeatedly, the stamina he had used to activate his talent began to recover rapidly.

As a result, my experience with Baduanjin (Eight Pieces of Brocade) also increased.

[Eight Pieces of Brocade +1]

[Eight Pieces of Brocade +1]

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In the afternoon, Chen Qing was experimenting with his talent in the shack.

Suddenly he heard Da Niu calling him from outside.

As soon as Chen Qing stepped out the door, Da Niu hurriedly said, "Brother Qing, Master Qin wants to see you."

Chen Qing frowned slightly. He didn't want to have anything to do with Qin Gen, but he also didn't want to cause trouble for himself, so he had no choice but to go.

As they arrived at the dock together, Zhou Tao approached them and said, "Aqing, come with me to see Master Qin."

"Uncle Zhou, what does Master Qin want with me?"

Chen Qing asked.

"Master Qin didn't say, but it's definitely not a bad thing."

Zhou Tao patted Chen Qing on the shoulder and gently comforted him, "Zhang Mazi was outmatched, so he died. That's the rule at the dock, so don't worry about it."

Chen Qing nodded slightly, showing no sign of panic.

He certainly knew the rules of the dock, otherwise he wouldn't have attacked Zhang Mazi.

The 60% cut was set by the Yi He Gang.

Qin Gen's decision to have Zhang Mazi collect an extra 10% management fee was for his own personal gain; he would never dare to publicly endorse him.

Otherwise, he would be breaking the rules of the Yihe Gang.

The position of head is very lucrative, and countless eyes are secretly eyeing it.

Qin Gen dared not act recklessly.

Even if he harbored resentment and secretly caused trouble for him, Chen Qing was not afraid at all.

Qin Gen was neither a martial arts master nor had he entered any particular sect. He was just a ruthless ordinary person who kept seven or eight thugs under his command.

In terms of combat strength alone, he's probably not even as good as Zhang Mazi.

If it weren't for the Yihe Gang behind him, who would take him seriously?

Two weeks ago, Chen Qing might have been worried.

But now he is as strong as an ox and has mastered the talent of critical strikes, so Qin Gen and the others are no match for him at all.

Not to mention that he has already found the way to learn martial arts and will become a martial arts master sooner or later.

So they didn't take Qin Gen seriously at all.

The two walked along the bumpy stone path by the dock and arrived at a small courtyard with blue bricks.

A gatekeeper was leaning against the gate. He saw Zhou Tao and lazily pushed open the gate.

Zhou Tao nodded and smiled at the idler, then led Chen Qing into the courtyard.

We walked through the open space paved with bluestone in the front yard and went straight to the main hall.

There was a burly, bald man with a face full of scars, shirtless, leaning back in a grand chair, holding a pipe in his hand, leisurely smoking.

A young woman dressed in light clothing stood nearby, slowly fanning herself with a palm-leaf fan.

"Master Qin, I brought this for Chen Qing."

Zhou Tao bowed slightly to the bald man and spoke respectfully.

This man was Qin Gen, the head of the Micang Ferry, who controlled all affairs of the dock.

Qin Gen slightly raised his eyelids, his fierce eyes fixed on Chen Qing's eyes.

Chen Qing met his gaze calmly, without the slightest fear.

Qin Gen stared at Chen Qing for more than ten seconds before withdrawing his fierce gaze and nodding with considerable admiration, "Indeed, the younger generation is formidable."

He sat up straight, a kind smile on his face, and pointed to the chair next to him.

"What are you still standing for? Hurry up and sit down."

He then instructed the woman fanning him, "It's hot now, quickly go and pour my two brothers a cup of cool tea."

The woman responded and left, and Chen Qing and Zhou Tao also took their seats.

"I don't like beating around the bush. Zhang Mazi was killed by you, that's just bad luck for him. You will take his place from now on, and everything will remain the same."

If you work for me, you're my brother. If I get a bite of meat, you'll get a bite of soup too.

If you do well, I'll introduce you to the Yihe Gang in the future.

Qin Gen looked at Chen Qing and got straight to the point.

In his eyes, Zhang Mazi was nothing more than a tool for making money; if he died, he could simply replace him with another one.

As long as his interests are not diminished, he can't be bothered to investigate.

"Master Qin is too kind. I'm just a laborer who does hard work. I'm not suited for this job. Please find someone more capable, Master Qin."

Chen Qing shook his head, directly rejecting Qin Gen.

Although he may not be a good person, he would never exploit the poor.

Let alone using this money to make money for Qin Gen, he wouldn't accept it even if it were given to him.

Qin Gen's face darkened, his eyes flashing with a fierce light, and he said coldly:

"Have you thought this through? If you don't want this job, plenty of others will. I'm giving you a chance, so don't be ungrateful!"

"Is there anything else, Mr. Qin? If not, I'll be leaving now."

Chen Qing got up to leave.

Qin Gen slammed his hand on the table, threatening menacingly, "You little brat, how dare you disrespect your Master Qin! From now on, the cut your Shangquan Gang takes will be increased by 20%!"

"We'll pay the Yihe Gang's cut as usual, but you can forget about getting a single penny more!"

After saying that, Chen Qing ignored Qin Gen and walked straight out of the courtyard.