Chapter 3

Three days later.

At the Wu Family Fortress, on the training ground.

Wu Ming stood in front of the wooden post, drew his chest in, and thrust out his back, delivering a punch: "573!"

The wooden post made a thudding sound, and deep indentations appeared on its thick, dense texture.

The maids and servants nearby were almost stunned.

When had their young master ever been so serious?

Wu Ming, however, was completely focused, continuing to sweat profusely.

He was a very practical person. Since he had confirmed that he had been transported to another world and could not return, he naturally had to accept his fate!

But accepting his fate did not mean giving up! To continue living, and even to live better, he had to become a superior person!

Relying on his sister, he could still continue to be a playboy, but what if the secret was exposed one day?

Wu Ming had never liked to place his hopes on others, so he was determined to pick up his own resources.

And in the Great Zhou, where martial arts lead to divinity, Daoist techniques lead to immortality, and even the miscellaneous schools of the three thousand great paths can achieve longevity, he had great expectations.

In his previous life, he was mediocre, and everyone's lifespan was equal, so it was fine.

But here, it seemed he could pursue longevity, even eternity?

"1,311!"

"1,312!"

"Ha!"

Wu Ming let out a low cry, suddenly punching and heavily striking the wooden post.

Crack!

With a loud noise, the wooden post, which was as thick as a thigh and specifically used for martial arts practice, was clearly broken into two pieces, causing many maids to exclaim in surprise.

"Master Ming! I'll wipe your sweat for you!"

A maid in a light green dress, swaying gracefully with a charming smile, stepped forward, her eyes sparkling.

"No need, I'll do it myself!"

Wu Ming took the towel and wiped his sweat, nodding to himself: "Finally, I've picked up my old skills again!"

Although the Great Zhou had the three thousand great paths, all of which were wondrous, the most widely spread was still the martial arts!

After all, the lowest entry requirements and the least resource consumption meant that martial arts were more widely practiced than Daoism, Legalism, and other schools.

Previously, Wu Ming had also wanted to learn Daoism from his sister, but unfortunately, although humans were the most intelligent, the requirements for Daoist techniques were too high. With his meager talent, he would probably not achieve much even if he studied until he died, so he could only choose the martial arts path with the lowest requirements.

"Martial arts have nine levels of the Physical Realm: Calm Mind, Skin and Flesh, Tendons and Bones, Inner Strength, True Qi, Innate, External Gang, Internal Gang, and Ultimate Change!"

"My predecessor reached the fourth level of Inner Strength, where the tendons, bones, skin, and organs were all condensed, and the blood and qi were extremely strong, just a step away from transforming into inner breath and breaking through to the fifth level of True Qi!"

No matter which path, at the beginning, one must calm the mind and establish a firm resolve, then practice according to the method, progressing step by step.

In Wu Ming's memory, the previous playboy had been stuck at this stage.

Fortunately, with his sister's high pressure, he barely passed, and after gathering a large amount of precious herbs, he finally polished his foundation to perfection.

Now, through several days of hard training, Wu Ming had finally fully inherited the predecessor's legacy, and his grasp of his body and the refinement of his strength were even better than the uneducated playboy.

"Master Ming, the lady has sent someone!"

A servant quickly came over, bowing to report.

"Oh? I'll go to welcome them myself!"

Wu Ming was delighted and followed the servant to the fortress gate, where he saw a man in black, with a hooked nose, about thirty to forty years old.

"Are you Master Wu Ming?"

The man with the hooked nose bowed slightly, his sharp gaze scanning Wu Ming: "Tight skin, strong tendons and bones... good, good! I am Feng Han, sent by Lady Wu Qing. This time, besides removing obstacles for the young master, I am also here to specifically teach martial arts..."

"Very strong!"

When Feng Han's gaze swept over him, Wu Ming's pores contracted, and he was surprised: "At least Innate, no... perhaps even External Gang or Internal Gang! My sister really went all out, I wonder how she managed to get him..."

On the surface, he was humble: "Master Feng, please come in and rest. As for the trouble... perhaps it's not necessary..."

Wu Ming was halfway through his sentence when he saw Feng Han wave his hand and suddenly turn his head to look at the end of the road.

Thump! Thump!

A black dot moved quickly, growing larger, revealing a person, who seemed to be carrying something, rushing over at a speed faster than a galloping horse.

"Are you Wu Ming?"

The man stopped abruptly, the dust and sand flying in his face, his nose pointing to the sky, with an air of invincibility: "Is this old dog sent by you?"

Bang!

He casually threw the unconscious Wu Butler, who had broken limbs, to the ground like trash.

Wu Ming was silent, feeling uncomfortable seeing the usually respectful Wu Butler in such a state, and asked: "I instructed him to be humble and polite, and I no longer pursued the death of Ghost Hand Lao Liu. Why do you persist? ... Is it for Miss Yun?"

Ghost Hand Lao Liu was the previous Wu Ming's vicious dog, with many victims, and his death was well-deserved. The current Wu Ming did not have the intention of seeking revenge, but the person in front of him did not see it that way.

"That slut?"

A look of cruelty appeared on Lin Qi's face: "Daring to throw herself into another's arms, I have already killed her parents, and today she will... die!!!"

"Others touch my dog, I kill their whole family! You touched my woman, I'll kill your whole fortress!"

Such a declaration made Wu Ming roll his eyes.

Then, he knew that there was no point in talking to this person, and he turned his head:

"Attack!"

The martial arts instructor inside the fortress immediately whistled, leading a group of guards to charge.

This person had cultivated True Qi and was a well-known figure in the county. The guards were also muscular, their tendons and bones crackling.

"Hmph! Ants!"

Lin Ao Tian... no, Lin Qi sneered, a green light appearing on his hand, suddenly sweeping in a circle.

The fifth-level Physical Realm instructor and the guards' faces froze, a line of blood appearing on their foreheads and necks, and they fell to the ground.

"Murder!"

The surrounding maids were frightened and collapsed, and a large group of people scattered.

"Good skills, the Gang Qi is both hard and soft, at least the eighth level of the Physical Realm, the Internal Gang stage. I am Feng Han, here to challenge you!"

Whoosh!

As he spoke, Feng Han turned into a black shadow, suddenly leaping into the air, his long hands gleaming like iron, and he suddenly grabbed down:

"Thirteen Strikes of the Heavenly Eagle!"

Swoosh!

Gang Qi was released, sharp and fierce, flexible and powerful, at least at the Internal Gang level.

"Another expert?"

Lin Qi seemed surprised: "I'll deal with that lying old dog later!"

His face showed no fear, the green light on his hand converging into a flexible steel sword, and in an instant, three sword shadows appeared: "Light Splitting Sword Technique!"

Wu Ming slowly retreated, feeling great hatred: "Unfortunately, I didn't gather the militia and bring out the crossbows... otherwise, even an Ultimate Change expert could be driven away!"

As a fortress for the common people to gather in troubled times, its defenses were naturally formidable. If properly arranged, the armed forces could even withstand a siege by a large army.

But Wu Ming was just a playboy, and it was impossible to gather the militia during peacetime and delay farming, or others would think he was crazy.

Now, watching Feng Han and Lin Qi locked in combat, seemingly evenly matched, his heart sank even more.

'From not knowing any martial arts to reaching the Internal Gang stage?'

'Such rapid progress? There must be a problem! If Feng Han hadn't been called, no one in the fortress could have stopped him! I would have been dead today!'

Wu Ming was both frustrated and relieved, retreating into the fortress, his right hand quietly reaching into his chest and putting on something.

"Where are you going, little dog!"

Lin Qi, seeing the main target trying to escape, panicked. The inner city of the fortress was high and deep, and he had no confidence in finding Wu Ming immediately and killing him.

"An honor! You are the first to force me to use my secret technique!"

He gritted his teeth, his face turning red, and the soft sword on his hand extended three feet of green Gang Qi.

Rip! Feng Han, caught off guard, was hit in the shoulder, groaning and falling to the ground.

"Give me your life!"

Lin Qi's steps wavered, his face turning pale, and he quickly advanced, a satisfied smile appearing on his face as he saw Wu Ming fall to the ground in a sorry state: "Ha... little dog, kneel and kowtow, and I might let you die quickly!"

"What are you doing? Don't come over, I... I have a very, very powerful sister... she won't let you off..."

Wu Ming seemed terrified, struggling to crawl, pretending to kneel, but suddenly his face turned serious, and he punched out.

Bang!

The punch was firmly blocked by a palm, and Lin Qi laughed: "Despair? Did you think I didn't know your little trick? I want to give you hope and then make you despair... Ah!!!"

In a flash, Lin Qi screamed, his hand turning a burning color.

Wu Ming did not miss this opportunity, his fist, enveloped in flames, smashing into Lin Qi's cheek.

"Fei Ying Lue Zha!"

At this moment, Feng Han, who had been lying on the ground, gathered his strength in his right hand, and an iron claw flew out, hitting Lin Qi's back, blood spurting out.

Bang!

Lin Qi fell to the ground, his face muscles charred and peeled, a large pool of blood flowing out.

"Huff... huff..."

Wu Ming panted, retracting his right fist with a fire-red ring, looking at the fallen Lin Qi in a daze: "Didn't you know the rule that if you show off, you'll get struck by lightning?"

"Kill him!"

A wise man does not stand under a dangerous wall. Wu Ming did not step forward to take a life, but quickly retreated and gave the order.

Although Lin Qi looked like a dead dog, there was no guarantee he didn't have some last-ditch means.

"遵命！" 几个家仆还是有痛打落水狗的勇气，立即上前。

"Unfortunately!"

At this moment, Lin Qi suddenly shouted, leaping up like a carp, a layer of green light enveloping his body, his flesh rapidly healing. With a wave of his palm, several servants spat blood and flew back, and he charged at Wu Ming: "Die!"

The situation took a sudden turn!

No one could have imagined that the seemingly dead Lin Qi would suddenly become so fierce!

"This doesn't kill you? You really have the protagonist's invincible fate? But even so, if you want my life, it's a dream!"

Wu Ming's body was tense, ready for a final desperate fight!

"Hey! Give me your life!"

Just then, a sharp cry came, a wave of sound rolling over, and a circle of black light flew through the air, hitting Lin Qi's waist.

Crack!

Lin Qi's face was stunned, and his body was suddenly cut in half, the upper and lower parts separating.

"How... is this possible..."

His upper body was still crawling on the ground, spitting blood: "... I had a great opportunity, came from a world beyond the heavens, had great fortune, and was the protagonist!!! How could I die here? At the hands of a native?"

Lin Qi looked at Wu Ming with a reluctant glance and then died.

At this moment, his body was cut into two, and he was dead.

Wu Ming's face was expressionless, and he suddenly caught a glimpse of a hint of emerald green rolling off Lin Qi's body.

His heart moved, and he immediately stepped forward, picking up the object.

"Huh?"

This object felt warm to the touch, a jade pendant as green as fresh grass, with what seemed to be golden stars swirling inside.

Just as Wu Ming was about to examine it closely, his vision suddenly went dark.

Before he lost consciousness, a mechanical, stiff voice came: "The Main God Temple is open! Please prepare, travelers!"

"Damn! It's not a穿越流 (穿越 means '穿越' in Chinese, which translates to '穿越' in English, but in this context, it means '穿越' as in '穿越' or '穿越' in the sense of '穿越' or '穿越' in a story), but an infinite flow!"

Wu Ming's mind raced with this thought, and he seemed to see a graceful figure rushing towards him, before he completely fell into darkness.

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