Martial arts immortality begins with upgrading buildings.

Three hours later, the martial arts competition finally came to an end.

External force group.

Chen Qing dominated the entire match and easily took first place.

Wang Meng ultimately ranked thirteenth, while Wang Tianle ranked seventh.

Internal strength group.

Lu Hanzhou narrowly defeated his senior brother Wei Xiong to win first place.

He became the strongest disciple in the entire martial arts club in all but name.

Meanwhile, news of Lu Hanzhou learning boxing from Chen Qing quietly spread throughout the courtyard.

It was only at this point that everyone realized that Wang Meng and Wang Tianle had made rapid progress in their strength after receiving guidance from Chen Qing.

In a short time, the small circle that was once looked down upon by everyone suddenly became the most popular circle in the entire boxing club.

Many people openly or secretly want to join in.

"Senior Brother Wang, could you please give us another chance, considering our past relationship?"

Wu Dayong and Liu Jiaxiang immediately approached Wang Tianle and pleaded with him to rejoin the exchange meeting.

"Those who walk different paths cannot make plans together. I urge my two junior brothers to take care of themselves."

Wang Tianle refused their request without even thinking.

The two left dejectedly, filled with deep regret.

If they hadn't withdrawn from the exchange meeting, they would not only have greatly improved their strength, but they would also be enjoying the envious glances of other disciples.

But now, it's all too late.

Who would have thought that Chen Qing, a useless newcomer with inferior aptitude, would reach the top of the external strength rankings in just over twenty days?

He single-handedly elevated the entire industry to a level that everyone envies.

Chen Qing was surrounded by a group of external martial arts disciples.

"Junior Brother Chen, let's have more opportunities to exchange ideas in the future."

"Junior Brother Chen, I've encountered a problem with the 'collision with the cauldron' move. Could I ask you for guidance?"

"Junior Brother Chen, I'd like to host a banquet at Zuixianlou to celebrate your victory. Would you do me the honor?"

He had barely managed to deal with a group of external force disciples when, unexpectedly, several internal force disciples surrounded him.

"Junior Brother Chen, your current exchange group is no longer up to your level. Why don't you join us? We are full of internal energy martial artists."

"Junior Brother Chen, join our little guild! We have a really beautiful junior sister here."

Although Chen Qing only possessed external strength, everyone knew that Lu Hanzhou, who had just won first place in internal strength, had been suppressed by his senior brother Wei Xiong.

However, after learning boxing from Chen Qing, his strength improved by leaps and bounds, and he decisively defeated Wei Xiong, taking first place in one fell swoop.

So everyone was vying to invite Chen Qing to join their small exchange meeting.

Chen Qing had a top-level sparring partner like Bai Yuan at home, and he could also communicate with Lu Hanzhou, who was number one in internal strength, at the martial arts club. Naturally, he looked down on others and politely declined them one by one.

Meanwhile, Shen Yifei had already woken up.

At this moment, Zheng Nian was surrounded by a group of disciples with internal strength, who comforted him one after another.

His face was extremely ugly, his eyes fixed on Chen Qing, his killing intent undisguised.

A broken rib is a serious injury for an ordinary person, but for a strong and healthy martial artist, it is only a minor injury.

After taking the blood-activating powder, the wound has begun to heal.

He only needs to take some good medicine to heal his wounds when he gets back, and he will be fully recovered in a few days.

However, the psychological damage Chen Qing inflicted on him was like a persistent, insidious wound, constantly eroding his self-esteem.

Chen Qing's punch was like a heavy hammer, shattering his arrogance and confidence.

This feeling is countless times more painful than the pain of a broken bone.

"Junior Brother Shen, there's no need to take this to heart. A temporary victory doesn't guarantee a lifetime of success. With your talent, it won't be long before you break through to the Inner Strength realm. At that time, Chen Qing will be no match for you."

"That's right. Chen Qing is just a person with inferior physique. No matter how high his fighting skills are, he can only dominate with external force in the end. If he uses internal force, he can be defeated without breaking a sweat."

"Junior Brother Shen, with your natural talent, you will surely reach the Transformation Realm in the future, while Chen Qing will be trapped in the External Realm for his entire life. Why bother with such an ant?"

The flattering words he heard calmed Shen Yifei's anger somewhat.

No matter what, Chen Qing is only of inferior talent and is destined to stop at the level of external strength.

He only needs to develop internal strength to easily defeat it.

There's really no need to hold a grudge over a good-for-nothing.

However, today's battle has left a thorn in his heart, and he must remove it in order not to affect his future breakthroughs.

The best way to remove this thorn is undoubtedly to make Chen Qing disappear from this world completely!

Shen Yifei withdrew his gaze, a cold smile appearing on his lips.

He already had a perfect plan in mind to deal with Chen Qing.

......

After the preliminary competition ends, the ranking rewards will be distributed.

As the top external martial artist, Chen Qing received thirty Qi and Blood Pills, twenty catties of precious meat, and one Cleansing Dust Pill, with a total value of nearly three hundred silver dollars.

After the rewards were distributed, Chen Qing was called into the house by Hong Zhenbang.

"Chen Qing, do you currently hold any position outside of your current job?"

Hong Zhenbang asked.

"I work as a steward in the Tongfu Gang."

Chen Qing told the truth.

Hong Zhenbang nodded upon hearing this, not at all surprised.

After becoming an external martial arts master, if they are short of money, they usually join some forces to earn rewards.

He also knew that Chen Qing came from a dockworker background, had no connections or resources, so it was perfectly normal for him to join a local power.

He continued, "You won first place in external strength today, so you can be considered a core disciple of the martial arts society. The martial arts society has always cooperated with the government's security team. You can hold a position in the security team. You don't need to be on duty normally; you only need to deal with things when something happens."

"What kind of tasks does this security team usually handle?"

Chen Qing asked with great interest.

Hong Zhenbang picked up his teacup, took a sip, and slowly introduced:

"When monsters injure people, criminals commit crimes, or there are any difficult cases in the city that the government cannot handle, they will ask our martial arts society for assistance."

Once you're on the job, you'll receive thirty Qi and Blood Pills, thirty catties of precious meat, and one hundred silver dollars every month.

"Practice your skills as usual. If something really happens, someone will contact you. It won't take up too much of your time."

"Okay, I'm willing to take up the post."

Chen Qing immediately nodded in agreement.

The pay for the temporary assignment in the security team has exceeded three hundred silver dollars.

With this income, plus the reward he received today and the income from the dock, he could save up a thousand silver dollars in a month at most to activate the next building.

With his current abilities, he is confident that he can handle some dangers.

There's no need to refuse.

The two then discussed some details of the temporary assignments.

Hong Zhenbang then gave Chen Qing his monthly salary.

With the martial arts club's affairs settled, Chen Qing carried a sack of precious meat, along with sixty Qi and Blood Pills, one Cleansing Pill, and one hundred silver dollars, back to his residence at the dock.

Today alone, his earnings are at least seven hundred silver dollars.

This made Chen Qing sigh, "The stronger you are, the easier it is to make money."

Back home, Chen Qingxian tossed his day's harvest into the cultivation room, then took out the Cleansing Dust Pill and put it in his mouth.