The Martial Saint begins by collecting corpses.

Lu Ming returned to the house and shook his head inwardly. A martial artist who was suspected of having mastered the art of flesh cultivation had not even passed the preliminary selection.

But if that's the case, why was he recommended to participate in the assessment? Does the Night Town Division not have fixed selection criteria?

Lu Ming had a sudden thought, but without much thought, he immediately brewed a potion of Qi-boosting powder, tilted his head back, and drank the dark, viscous medicine in one gulp.

The bitterness spread in my mouth, while the burning sensation flowed throughout my body.

That's powerful! Every time Lu Ming drinks the Qi-boosting powder, he feels his blood boiling and as if he has inexhaustible energy.

He immediately squatted down, raised his heels, and stood steadily on the balls of his feet, practicing the Canglang stance exercise.

He gave five packets of Qi-boosting powder to Monkey and Wolf, and kept five packets for himself, thinking that it should be enough for his cultivation over the next few days.

The process of standing meditation is a process of sensing and manipulating the power of Qi and blood in the body.

To feel your vital energy flowing like waves, you must control those waves, becoming the only wind on the sea. A calm mind brings tranquility, while a restless mind creates turbulent waves.

After more than a month of practice, he has already vaguely grasped the essence of Canglang Stance Technique.

The numerous martial arts techniques he acquired from collecting corpses within his body, along with the resulting changes in his qi and blood, were all incorporated into the intent of the Canglang Fist.

He possesses several martial arts skills, and many parts of his body have been strengthened. His blood and qi have already reached the level of physical training, but they are too superficial and cannot be solidified, which is why he has difficulty breaking through.

This is the drawback of second-rate martial arts; he needs to persevere in practicing the Canglang Stance Technique and wait for the day of qualitative change.

For the entire morning, Lu Ming silently practiced the Canglang Stance Technique in his room.

When his stomach started growling, he looked out the window at the sun and realized it was already noon, so he stopped practicing and stood quietly.

Feeling his internal energy and blood condense a little more, he nodded to himself. If he continued like this, he would eventually break through to the Body Refinement stage.

He went outside and, as Shen Mo had instructed, ate at the communal kitchen in the guest area.

The entire town's Night Division occupies a vast area, including their location, these few small courtyards, a reception hall, and a communal kitchen specifically for cooking for guests...

These three areas are merely the outer perimeter of the Night Town Guard.

They call this the guest area.

To reach the actual inner office of the Night Watchman's Office, one must pass through a large gate guarded by skilled guards; entry is forbidden without permission.

Lu Ming ate at the public kitchen, where he also met the monk and a burly man with a bushy beard.

The aura emanating from that person was even stronger than Chen Ming's. Lu Ming secretly estimated that this person was likely an internal cultivation master at the Tendon Refining Realm. How could someone like that come to seek to join the Night Town Division?

Judging from his weathered appearance, he probably doesn't have any powerful background.

It seems that the power of the Night Guard is stronger than he imagined, capable of getting such experts to obediently participate in one or two rounds of assessments, racking their brains to join.

Lu Ming observed silently.

"All examinees, please come out and gather here."

At that moment, a silent voice suddenly came from outside.

By this time, they had almost finished eating, so they left the communal kitchen and went to an open space in the middle of several courtyards.

The cold and aloof young man, Qin Xiaoyu, along with the Taoist priest and others, had already arrived and gathered in front of Shen Mo.

After Lu Ming, the bearded giant, and the monk arrived, all eight of them were present.

Seeing this, Shen Mo nodded slightly and said:

"Everyone is here."

"Next, I'll talk about the second round of assessment, which will last for ten days."

"Ultimately, one person will be selected to join the Night Town Division, and the remaining two spots will be reserved for the third round of assessments."

Upon hearing this, everyone reacted with varying expressions, but no one voiced any objection.

Shen Mo then continued:

"Next, I will show you a secret martial arts technique called the Taiyin True Intent."

"The purpose is to test whether any of you possess the talent to communicate with Yin and Yang and manifest true meaning."

"If no one with this talent is found after ten days, then no one will pass, and all three spots will be reserved for the third round of assessment."

What is the real intention?

Lu Ming's heart stirred. Before leaving the county magistrate's mansion, Da Hu had said that Chen Yihui had already shown him the true intention of the Canglang Fist.

Unexpectedly, he came here and saw a true intention.

What is the true intention of the Taiyin (Moon)? What mysteries does it hold?

"Amitabha! What if someone could communicate between the living and the dead right now?" Suddenly, the young monk uttered a Buddhist chant and spoke slowly.

Shen Mo asked in surprise, "Could it be that Master Wuling has already reached that level?"

The monk did not answer, but instead began to strike the wooden fish in his hand.

Tap, tap, tap...

The sound of the wooden fish rang out rhythmically, and the monks began chanting scriptures:

"Namo Amitabha Buddha, Tathagata Buddha, Tadyatha..."

The monk lowered his eyes and began to read Buddhist scriptures in a unique tone.

As the sound of the wooden fish rang rhythmically in his mind, for a fleeting moment, Lu Ming vaguely saw the scriptures chanted by the monk seemingly transform into golden swastikas, flying out of his mouth.

But it only lasted a moment before everything returned to normal. Lu Ming looked at the monk with some surprise and uncertainty; he had stopped striking the wooden fish and chanting sutras.

Shen Mo asked in astonishment, "Since Master Wulin has already comprehended this realm, he will surely become a Venerable One sooner or later, and will have a superior teacher to guide him. Why bother coming to my Zhenye Division?"

Master Wuling said, "A great calamity will soon befall this county. I cannot bear to see it happen, so I have stayed here."

Shen Mo's gaze sharpened as he sized up Master Wuling a few times, and he said:

"With so many talented people here, how could there be any great calamity?"

"Master is joking."

"Since you have already reached this level, there is no need for you to take any tests. Please come into the inner office."

Master Wuling raised one palm and bowed to Shen Mo. Led by the constables of the Night Town Guard, he passed through the gate separating the inside from the outside and entered the inner office.

"So now there are only two spots left. The Buddhist method of deliverance is different from martial arts, so... there is only one spot left for the third round of assessment. Everyone, rely on your own abilities. Please see the Taiyin True Intent."

As he spoke, Shen Mo took out an ancient scroll from his person.

Unroll the scroll. On it is painted a full moon, its light like water, bathing the world. The moonlight almost overflows.

Lu Ming looked at the painting and was startled. He even suspected that if he opened the painting at night, it would actually emit the light of the moon.

"The true intention? Is this the true intention of martial arts?"

Shen Mo held the scroll for a full quarter of an hour before putting it away. Everyone seemed to wake from a dream, their expressions varying.

The Taoist priest immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes, and began meditating, as if he had suddenly attained enlightenment.

"I'll come again tomorrow," Shen Mo said, turning and leaving.

Lu Ming and the others exchanged glances and then returned to their own courtyards and rooms. They dared not meditate like the Taoist priest who seemed oblivious to everyone else.

Lu Ming was in his room, savoring the true meaning of the Taiyin, and the feeling of the moonlight was very special.

The true intention behind this painting was to draw out something. It emanated naturally, like moonlight.

"Communicating Yin and Yang, revealing true meaning? The martial arts of this world have a rather high ceiling."

Lu Ming was amazed, but also filled with anticipation.

He possesses the Heavenly Heart Seal; as long as he doesn't die, his future is definitely bright.

The Night Watchman's Office! Once he's in the Night Watchman's Office, Zhao Meng will absolutely not dare to touch him again, and he will have a more stable period of development.

Therefore, he must secure a spot!

For the next five days, Shen Mo would show the seven examinees the Taiyin True Intent for fifteen minutes each day, after which they would return to their rooms to contemplate it.

Lu Ming still practices martial arts every morning and tries to comprehend the true meaning of Taiyin in the afternoon.

On the evening of the fifth day, suddenly, a tiger's roar came from not far away.

"Roar!" The sound shook the surrounding area!

Lu Ming frowned. "A tiger? How could there be a tiger in the Town Night Guard? Is it some kind of ghost?"

He opened the door, and saw that Qin Xiaoyi had also opened his door. However, when Qin Xiaoyi stood by the door and heard a tiger's roar outside, his usually indifferent face turned somewhat ugly.

He glanced at Lu Ming, then turned and went back to his room, slamming the door shut.

Lu Ming's heart stirred. He stepped out of the courtyard and saw that Shen Mo was already standing in front of the courtyard of the internal cultivation master who had practiced tendon training.

The burly man with a thick beard laughed heartily, his eyes brimming with confidence, and said with great self-assurance:

"Lord Shen, I have grasped the true meaning of Taiyin."

Shen Mo nodded and said, "I saw it. Everyone came out. The spot for the second round of assessment was taken by Hero Yan. There is one spot left, which will be reserved for the third round of assessment. The remaining six people will compete for it."

Immediately, the others came out one after another, but Qin Xiaoyi remained inside.

Shen Mo didn't say much. He gave Lu Ming an encouraging look and then led the burly man with a bushy beard into the inner office.

The others looked rather grim, especially the Taoist priest, who was so angry that he slapped his thigh and almost tore his whisk in half.

He was about to grasp it, he was so close, just a hair's breadth away, but that burly man with the bushy beard beat him to it!

Now there are only six people left competing for one spot, and the chances of success are getting lower and lower.