Martial arts immortality begins with upgrading buildings.

Chen Qing closed his personal panel, feeling incredibly powerful.

With the blessing of the Level 2 training room, he can receive additional enhancements no matter which skill he cultivates.

The daily workload continuously increased his strength, and his experience with the Eight Pieces of Brocade made his recovery ability faster.

Practicing Wuji stance made him more adept at controlling his Qi and blood, Wuji Fist made him more skilled at mastering his strength, and Fengshen Leg improved his agility and speed every day.

Now, apart from not being fully replenished with energy and blood, he has almost no weaknesses.

Even without using his talent, he was confident he could defeat even the most powerful external force cultivators who had fully cultivated their internal energy.

If he were to use his talent, he would even dare to challenge internal strength.

He himself couldn't imagine the terrifying power that could be unleashed when the three talents of critical strike, blood coagulation, and explosion were combined and the force was concentrated to the extreme.

Moreover, he was only 50 strands of vital energy away from breaking through the barrier again and achieving a breakthrough in internal strength.

At that time, his strength will experience another surge.

Looking at the entire Ningjiang County, martial arts masters with internal strength can be considered experts in their own right.

In a large gang like the Tongfu Gang, one can become a hall master.

Within the Wuji Martial Arts Society, their status is second only to the true disciples.

No matter which prestigious family you visit, you will be treated as an honored guest.

Their status will be greatly enhanced.

At that time, making money will become much easier.

"Brother Chen, we have verified your strength. Now we will go back and report to the gang leader. We will not disturb you any longer."

One of the burly men respectfully clasped his hands in greeting to Chen Qing.

Chen Qing snapped out of his thoughts and returned the salute to the three men.

After the three left, Bai Yuan looked at Chen Qing with a resentful expression and a hint of reproach in her eyes. She raised her small, white fist and punched him in the chest.

"Tell me quickly, how many secrets are you hiding from your sister?!"

"Sister Yuan, you're wronged! I just learned some tips this morning."

Chen Qing quickly dodged.

Bai Yuan had exhausted most of her internal energy and blood, so even if it was just a joke, being hit would still be painful.

"You call that a little trick?"

Bai Yuan became even angrier upon hearing this.

Even though she was a master of internal energy, she still suffered a great blow to her heart.

Whose clever tricks are so powerful?

He hadn't even fully cultivated his external energy and blood, yet he could unleash such powerful force with a single punch, not only sending a master of external energy flying but also shattering the courtyard wall.

Her movements were so fast that even someone with her internal energy had to concentrate fully to see them clearly.

If she can master these skills, who can rival her in terms of internal strength?

"I don't care. I've been teaching you for a month, and now it's your turn to teach me. I'll come every day at this time from now on. If you don't teach me, I'll come every single day."

Bai Yuan chased after him, saying angrily.

"Teach, you must teach. I wouldn't mind if you came every day, or even if you lived here."

Chen Qing quickly replied.

After hearing Chen Qing's assurance, Bai Yuan lowered her hand, her face slightly flushed.

She's not Chen Qing's wife; they're just close friends. They're not related, so what's the point of them living together?

......

The Yihe Gang, in a secret room.

The candlelight was dim, and the air was thick with the stench of blood and medicine. In the corner, several shackles covered in dark stains were piled up, their rust mixed with dried blood.

In the center of the room, on a grand chair covered with a tiger skin, Qiu Xiaotian leaned back, his fingers tapping the armrests intermittently, making a dull sound.

He took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket, unsealed it, and poured out a scarlet pill.

With a flick of the thumb, the pill flew in an arc, precisely heading forward.

"After you swallow this last Blood Fiend Pill, your Qi and blood will be full."

Qiu Xiaotian said calmly, "Go on stage tomorrow, beat Chen Qing to death, and avenge your brother."

Wang Lie, who had been kneeling in the shadows, raised his head, reached out his withered hand to catch the pill, and cried out twice.

He had disheveled hair, sunken cheeks, high cheekbones, deep-set eyes, and an unnatural bluish-gray complexion.

The jacket she wore hung loosely, revealing the outline of her collarbone and her ribs, making her look like a skeleton draped in human skin.

His eyes were bloodshot, his pupils glowing a dark red light, devoid of any human emotion, only displaying a beastly ferocity and murderous intent.

He could no longer speak, and could not even understand much of what was being said; only one obsession remained in his mind.

Kill Chen Qing to avenge my brother!

He opened his mouth, his chapped lips twitched, revealing his blackened gums.

The pill was rolled down the throat by the tongue, and the Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

After swallowing, his body jolted violently, veins bulged from his neck, blood vessels under his skin writhed like earthworms, and dark red blood vessels covered his eyeballs.

He opened his mouth and let out a roar that sounded inhuman, but quickly suppressed it and lowered his head again, like a lurking venomous snake.

Qiu Xiaotian clapped his hands, and the door to the secret room opened from the outside.

A man who looked like a butler lowered his head, followed by three burly men who filed in.

All three were burly and imposing, exuding a menacing aura.

The leader had a horizontal scar across his face, running diagonally from his left eyebrow to his right cheek, and he had stubble and fierce eyes.

The other two also had menacing faces, tiger heads tattooed on their arms, and their shirts were open, revealing old scars on their chests and abdomens.

"Chief Qiu, you're not suggesting we three brothers practice on this kid, are you?"

Scarface glanced at Wang Lie, who was huddled in the corner, looking emaciated, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips. "That's it? A sickly weakling? You want the three of us brothers to come at him together? Aren't you afraid we might accidentally punch him to death?"

The other two burly men also laughed, their rough laughter echoing through the secret room.

Qiu Xiaotian leaned back in his armchair, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest, and said calmly, "If you have the ability, kill me without hesitation, and the reward will be doubled."

Scarface's eyes lit up, and he licked his lips: "You said it yourself."

The three brothers exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with joy.

In their youth, they spent years hunting monsters in the wild to earn money.

Later, when his qi and blood were exhausted and he failed to break through to internal strength, he had spent all his wealth and had no hope of advancing further, so he became an outlaw, specializing in murder and arson.

Over the years, no fewer than ten external martial arts masters have died at their hands. They are experienced in real combat and ruthless in their attacks.

Dealing with such a frail kid is as easy as crushing an ant for anyone.

This is practically free money.

Scarface cracked his neck, his knuckles popping, and walked towards Wang Lie, looking down at the drooping head with disdain: "Kid, don't blame me on your journey to the underworld. Blame your bad luck."

He raised his right fist, about to deliver a punch.

Wang Lie suddenly raised his head.

Those eyes had turned completely dark red, like two burning will-o'-the-wisps. There was no fear or pain in them, only naked, primal ferocity and murderous intent.

Scarface felt a sudden panic and instinctively punched Wang Lie in the face.

But before the punch landed, a chill ran through his chest.

He looked down and saw a withered, bluish-gray hand, its five fingers clenched together like a knife, already plunged into his chest.

Skin, muscles, ribs—all were easily pierced through by this hand, as if made of paper.

No blood spurted out; the hand plugged the wound.

Wang Lie slowly withdrew his hand, his fingers spread open, revealing a blood-soaked, still-beating heart in his palm.

He brought the heart to his mouth, opened it to reveal his blackened teeth, and began to bite into it.

Blood dripped down his chin and onto the ground with a "drip-drip" sound.

Scarface opened his mouth, making a few hoarse sounds in his throat. His eyes were filled with fear and disbelief. His body fell straight backward, crashing to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

"what!"

The other two burly men screamed, their voices so shrill they didn't sound like they came from two strong men.

They turned and ran outside, stumbling and bumping into each other.

Wang Lie raised his head, his face stained with blood, his dark red eyes fixed on them.

He flashed, as fast as a ghost, and instantly appeared in front of the two, blocking their way.

The two men abruptly stopped, their faces pale, and turned to shout at Qiu Xiaotian, "Chief Qiu! Help! Help us!"

Qiu Xiaotian sat upright in the armchair, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest, a cold smile on his lips, as if he were enjoying a good show.

"No!"

A piercing scream exploded in the sealed room, only to be quickly drowned out by the dull thuds of impact and the sound of bones shattering.

The room fell silent, save for the sounds of chewing and the occasional dripping.

Qiu Xiaotian stood up, straightened his collar, and without even glancing at the mess on the ground, said indifferently to the butler, "Clean him up. Tomorrow, take him to the arena."