The Martial Saint begins by collecting corpses.

"Quickly, inform the young master that Uncle Li is dead."

The two arrived safely at the gate of a mansion and quickly spoke to the gatekeeper.

The gatekeeper's expression immediately changed, and he opened the gate to let them in.

"Li Dazhuang, Ye Fei, Tie Ming... Hmm, very good, we've finally gathered enough."

In the hall late at night, the elegant young master Zhao Meng held a folding fan, glanced at a list handed to him by his subordinate, and nodded in satisfaction.

"You're very good. Go to the accounting office and collect your ten taels of silver as a reward."

"Thank you, young master." The subordinate's face lit up with joy, and he immediately withdrew respectfully.

Zhao Meng placed the list on the table and looked at the ten stretchers in the hall. Each stretcher held a corpse covered with a white sheet, which looked quite terrifying.

Zhao Meng, however, seemed quite used to it and even looked at the scene with some satisfaction.

Just then, two henchmen rushed in, their faces filled with terror, and said:

"Young master, Uncle Li is dead."

"What?" Zhao Meng frowned deeply. "What happened?"

The two henchmen, sweating profusely, said:

"We only heard a loud noise coming from Uncle Li's house. When we arrived, he was already dead. He had been stabbed in the back and died on the spot."

Zhao Meng exclaimed in shock and anger:

"You are only a dozen or so feet away from him, you can get there in ten breaths at most!"

"Who could kill him in such a short time without leaving a trace? Could it be a martial artist who has mastered the tendons and bones?"

The two subordinates were speechless and lowered their heads nervously.

Zhao Meng's expression shifted between light and shadow as he paced back and forth for a while before finally speaking:

"Uncle Li was there only to assassinate Lu Ming; he wouldn't cause any trouble."

"Then there is only one truth: Uncle Li's murder must be related to Lu Ming."

"However, it's unlikely that he did it himself; it's more likely that he asked one of the other examinees to do it."

"I heard that several of the people participating in the Zhenye Division's assessment this time are martial arts practitioners who have trained their tendons."

"This person is truly lawless. You may all leave. I will handle this matter personally."

"Yes." The two subordinates hurriedly retreated.

"Uncle Li! How dare you kill Uncle Li!" Zhao Meng clenched his fists, his face turning extremely ashen.

Uncle Li watched him grow up from childhood; he was practically an elder to him.

"Lu Ming, I will use all my power to utterly annihilate you. This time..."

"This time..."

Suddenly, a voice rang out from behind him.

Zhao Meng felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, and his whole body felt icy cold.

Without a second thought, he unfolded the folding fan in his hand, and suddenly many small knives appeared in the fan ribs, their sharpness fully revealed, and he fanned it behind him.

However, it was too late.

A terrifying force slammed into his exposed neck. Faintly, he heard a splashing sound behind him, like waves crashing on the sea.

The next moment, with a crack, his neck snapped, and he could no longer hold on to it. The folding fan flew out and landed on the ground with a clatter.

His eyes widened, and he fell forward to the ground: "How...is this possible?"

He strained with all his might and uttered those words in a hoarse voice. He had already discerned the identity of the person behind him from their voice.

He once bumped into Lu Ming on the street, but at the time he didn't know it was Lu Ming and even asked him about the Blackwater Gang's activities.

Later, when he learned of this, he felt a little regretful, but he didn't take it seriously. After all, Lu Ming was just an ant, easily wiped out.

but now……

Lu Ming? How could it be Lu Ming? This time, he originally intended to kill Lu Ming by any means necessary, but, but…

"This time, it's my turn." Lu Ming looked at Zhao Meng's corpse on the ground, a slightly ferocious smile on his face, and a hint of pleasure appeared in his eyes.

Patience, reconciliation? Ha, on what grounds?

For him, sending Zhao Meng to the underworld was the best way to reconcile.

A ray of white light emerged from Zhao Meng's body and entered his body.

[Gain martial arts experience.]

[Acquired martial arts technique: Zhao Family Fist Technique.]

[Acquired martial art: Zhao Family Fist.]

[Obtained incomplete bone structure.]

Lu Ming quickly glanced at Zhao Meng's martial arts experience and was somewhat surprised; the Zhao family's boxing style was quite profound.

It seems that Zhao Meng's training is not up to par; at his age, he is still only at the level of physical cultivation.

He then looked at the burly ghost, which was no longer of any use to him.

Because ghosts that have possessed others through the practice of Yin-Yang union will be tainted by the aura of living people. If they don't unite with the spirit themselves, then you must frequently find food from living people for them.

Lu Ming obviously couldn't merge with the spirit on his own, nor did he want to harm the innocent. Moreover, this ghost had made a move tonight, so he had to deal with it quickly.

He immediately summoned the burly ghost, who floated over quickly with a blank expression.

As the burly ghost approached him, a white light emerged from his body and was swallowed by him.

The burly ghost's body shattered inch by inch, like a moth drawn to a flame, turning into yin energy and disappearing without a trace.

[Gain martial arts experience.]

[Acquired martial art: Five Tiger Fist.]

[Obtained incomplete bone structure.]

It was indeed only at the white light level.

Lu Ming shook his head slightly, first examining the corpse. There were only a dozen or so taels of silver, less than he had expected. It seemed this guy didn't usually spend his own money. He then looked at the ten corpses in the hall, his brows furrowing slightly.

He had overheard Zhao Meng's words from behind, where he said, "We've raised enough." It seemed that Zhao Meng's purpose in collecting corpses wasn't to do this business, but rather for some other reason.

He walked over, picked up the list from the table, and suddenly his gaze sharpened as he stared at a name on the list.

"Tie Ming?"

This is... the name of the blacksmith on Qingping Street!

He wiped out the Fierce Tiger Gang on Qingping Street, and the blacksmith even made him a lot of throwing knives. He seemed to be in very good health, so how could he suddenly die?

He quickly searched through the corpses covered with white sheets in the hall, and on the third one, he saw the blacksmith's ashen-faced corpse.

His clothes were torn in the chest and abdomen area, with several bruises, and it seemed that many of his bones had been broken.

He didn't die of natural causes at all; he was beaten to death. Who beat him to death?

Lu Ming examined all the other corpses and found that five of them had similar injuries, so this was definitely not an accident.

[Gain martial arts experience.]

[Acquired Martial Skill: Cloak Hammer.]

[Obtained incomplete bone structure.]

......

[Gain martial arts experience.]

[Acquired martial skill: Thousand Needle Strike.]

[Obtained incomplete bone structure.]

......

[Obtained partial root bone.]

Lu Ming walked through the corpses, and a large amount of radiance emerged from them, which he then devoured.

Zhao Meng's purpose was definitely not simple. Lu Ming pondered as he absorbed the gray light.

Judging from their physiques, they are basically just ordinary people.

Those things like the cloak hammer and the thousand needles are just ordinary forging and acupuncture experience, not real martial arts skills.

Suddenly he noticed that the last bone he obtained was only a partial bone, indicating that someone among them possessed excellent bone talent but had not practiced martial arts at all.

Having obtained this last piece of root bone, Lu Ming suddenly felt his body sink, and inexplicably felt his body become much tighter and more delicate, and even his strength slightly increased.

Immediately afterwards, a message came from the Heavenly Heart Seal.

[The student's physical constitution has improved from below average to above average.]

His physical attributes have improved! Finally improved! Lu Ming's eyes lit up.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside. Lu Ming's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly went to the back of the hall and climbed over the wall to leave.

"Oh no! The young master is dead!"

Several terrified screams echoed from within the Zhao residence.