Martial Arts Awakening, Bloodfire Fist Master

As night deepened, Zhang Qingshan slipped out of the courtyard again, as if he knew the way well.

Returning to the city today, settling accounts won't be enough.

He always keeps his word; if he says he'll kill his whole family, he will definitely kill his whole family.

Rong Teng dared to harm his own family members, which is an unforgivable crime. The core members of the Rong family have all been wiped out, so how can he be allowed to live alone?

I am not capable of annihilating all my enemies, but I will first wipe out the Rong family so that people will know how ruthless I am. Before they can harm my family, they must first suppress me, or they will have to think twice.

At the sixth level of martial arts, one's movements become more agile, and one's power is exerted more silently.

After navigating several streets and alleys, we arrived at a small courtyard.

"Mountain Forest Gang, you bastards! You seized my Rong family's foundation and even dug three feet into the ground to steal my Rong family's secret treasury! You dogs, you dogs! I think it was these dogs who saw my Rong family's wealth and secretly poisoned my family members."

The room reeked of alcohol. Rong Teng, with his hair disheveled, had just downed another glass of wine, his eyes bloodshot.

"And Zhou Xishui, you bastard, you acted all high and mighty afterward as if it had nothing to do with you. You bastard! And those people, they used to call each other brothers, but after they found out that my Rong family's foundation was gone, they all avoided me like the plague. They all deserve to die, they all deserve to die."

He launched into a furious tirade.

Suddenly, another person came to mind, and he gritted his teeth in anger.

"Oh, and there's Zhang Qingshan, you piece of trash. Why can't you just stay home and dig for food in the dirt? Why do you have to act so extraordinary? I'm down on my luck, so why can you, a peasant, still cultivate peacefully? And that Wang, that scoundrel, why were you able to enter the martial arts realm so easily, and why are you valued by those people even more than I am?"

"Why? Why?!"

"And the government officials and constables are nothing but greedy scoundrels who not only didn't care about the Rong family's tragedy, but also colluded with the mountain gangs to seize my shops and farmland. The world is dark and the world is full of devils... God, are you blind?"

Rong Teng felt that Qingshui City was full of tigers, leopards, jackals and wolves eyeing him, and potential killers everywhere.

The more he cursed, the darker the world seemed, and the more his grievances felt like snow falling in June.

Let it all out.

He touched his chest, feeling slightly drunk and dizzy.

"Fortunately, my father knew that a cunning rabbit has three burrows and left me some things. After all, I am a martial arts school disciple, so they did not openly search me. Or perhaps they thought that the Rong family's silver must be hidden somewhere."

"Hmph, I'll find a chance to leave Qinghe City. I'm going to join those traitorous Heavenly Will Society, Moon Worship Cult, and Sun Praise Cult. No, I'm going to join the foreigners in Holy Sea City. Even if I become neither human nor ghost, sooner or later I will..."

I vaguely heard a soft sound, and before my sluggish body could turn around, I heard a detached question.

"What will you want sooner or later?"

His blood ran cold, and he froze on the spot, feeling even colder than when he heard about the massacre of the Rong family at the martial arts school that day.

Are these mountain gangs and similar forces willing to trample on even the most basic unspoken rules? And I'm still a disciple of the Qinghe Martial Arts School. Aren't they afraid of incurring public wrath?

The next moment, something felt off, because the voice seemed familiar, like I'd heard it somewhere before.

His eyes suddenly widened, "Yes..."

If you try to shout it out or turn your head, a hand will grip it tightly, making it difficult to move.

Zhang Qingshan grabbed Rong Teng by the back of the neck, lifted him up, and twisted him around.

She met his gaze with indifferent eyes.

Rong Teng was first shocked, then angry, and finally panicked, distressed, and even pleading.

He tried to pry Zhang Qingshan open with both hands, but found he couldn't budge him. He then tried to speak, but couldn't make a sound.

He reached into his robes and tremblingly pulled out a stack of silver notes, meaning he wanted to exchange the notes for his life.

Zhang Qingshan suddenly remembered a joke from his past life: "Foolish girl, even if I kill you, it's still mine."

He whispered in Rong Teng's ear, "Besides, your father was just like you back then, wanting to buy his life with money, but unfortunately I promised him I would send you down to join him."

To kill someone is to destroy their spirit; no, it's simply to punish someone who has been taught to do something!

Zhang Qingshan is even better, more tolerant, and gentler to good people than they are to good people.

However, he is never generous or magnanimous when dealing with bad people and villains; he is more ruthless and ruthless than them.

Rong Teng was stunned for a moment before realizing what was happening. His face contorted in shock. "It's you! It was you all along! How could it be you?!"

Unbelievable anger and resentment, without a trace of regret or self-reproach.

With a flick of Zhang Qingshan's wrist, he snapped Rong Teng's neck. Rong Teng's eyes seemed to catch a glimpse of the silver note, and a mocking smile appeared on his face.

He deserved to die!

After a while, Zhang Qingshan understood why the other party had been mocking him.

That is, she knew that even if she killed him, this wealth would not belong to Zhang Qingshan.

This is a registered instrument; the person must be present in person to withdraw the money. Before Rong Teng died, he was laughing at his own arrogance, thinking Zhang Qingshan would definitely regret it.

After counting them, I must say, there were quite a lot of these silver notes, more than three thousand taels.

He had never seen so much money in his life, or rather, no one in the Zhang family for generations had ever seen so much money; they couldn't even imagine it.

regret?

Zhang Qingshan smiled and tossed the silver notes onto the corpse, his face showing no regret or pity whatsoever.

Murder is merely a matter of clearly distinguishing between gratitude and resentment, repaying evil with evil, seeking a clear understanding of one's thoughts, and cultivating a fierce and bloodthirsty nature.

Having gold and silver is fine, but not having them is no big deal.

The candles were knocked over, and flames were set ablaze.

[Water Soft Fist felt an exhilarating surge of energy, as if floating on air. A man should kill; the resentment in his heart lessened, and even his understanding of hidden power improved.]

Another name was crossed off in the notebook. With a wave of my hand, I went home, to sleep, and had a good night's rest.

......

Shui Rouquan awoke from his slumber. He had slept well today and felt refreshed. Looking out the window, he saw a hazy, grayish-white light. It was time to train. He mustn't let himself become complacent in the thrill of annihilating enemies. His inner strength still needed further consolidation.

He got up and cultivated for a while before washing up.

Then I slowly walked towards the martial arts school.

Zhang Qingshan analyzed his actions over this period, realizing he couldn't treat others like fools, especially once someone turned their attention to him.

Some clues are still quite obvious to some extent.

Master Ma, Qi Dashan, Steward Sun, the Rong family... Once someone connects these dead people, they will find commonalities.

Even if no one cares about the lives of these insignificant people, once they reveal their strength, people will still make connections.

To improve their lives, deter malice, and protect their families, they have no choice but to reveal their strength.

So it will be exposed sooner or later, so there's no need to hide it now.

He's just a level six martial artist; it's not some illogical or heaven-defying feat.

We arrived at the martial arts school.

There was no major change; the two types of disciples remained distinct, except for the addition of some unfamiliar faces and the reduction of some familiar ones.

Rong Teng did not appear, and it seems that no one has mentioned whether he is alive or dead.

There were no senior disciples from the inner sect present at the moment. Zhang Qingshan chatted with a few disciples he was relatively familiar with before, and then silently began to practice his punches.

The seven forms of the Water Soft Fist are performed in sequence, followed by alternating moves. The movements are not fast, but they are pleasing to the eye, as if the flesh and bones of the body are stretching and moving with the fist techniques, full of a sense of power and flow.

"Senior Brother Zhang, what exactly is your strength? Why don't you comprehend each move step by step like the others?"

"Senior Brother Zhang, I must thank you for your guidance some time ago. My first stance training is nearing mastery, and I'm sure I won't be kicked out."

"I'm almost there too, but I'm far inferior to Wang Zhi. He became a martial artist in just half a month. A genius is a genius. It's a pity that he doesn't want to associate with us. He only has eyes for those rich and powerful disciples."

Zhang Qingshan ignored Wang Zhi and didn't even glance at the wealthy disciples, instead focusing on his own rhythm.

As the flesh and blood are honed by the stimulation and surging of dark forces, the fist techniques become increasingly natural and swift.

Until nearly noon.

I heard a familiar voice.

With a sudden thought and a flash in his eyes, he took a step and appeared next to the nearest ironwood stake, slowly pressing down with his palm.

Bang!

Where the palm pressed down, a huge hole exploded open, as if a terrifying force had suddenly been unleashed.

The massive explosion attracted a lot of attention.

Zhang Qingshan did not stop; he pressed down with his other hand as well.

Bang!

Wood chips flew everywhere.