That day, several people came looking for the instructor who taught Wenren Sheng footwork.
They told the footwork instructor, "A treasure that will be of great use to us Martial Artists has appeared on West Mountain."
"The three of us can't open the mechanism protecting the treasure. We hope Old Brother Liu will come with us."
"That treasure is incredible. It can help us..."
At that moment, Wenren Sheng naturally saw through it.
This was probably a scam.
It was supposedly a treasure—how could a few ordinary martial arts hall instructors possibly possess such information? Besides, anyone who saw such a treasure would want to keep it for themselves.
Unless they had no other choice, they would never seek partners.
Much less discuss such a matter in front of outsiders.
Yet this footwork instructor was drawn in by the treasure they described.
Because according to them, the treasure could help him break through, reaching the Bone Transformation Realm.
The scam was simple, just like on Earth when someone claimed they could help you make money.
Such a simple trick worked again and again.
Obviously, no one wanted to help others make money unless that person was their son.
They might not even be willing to help a son-in-law.
Let alone a stranger.
Making money was difficult and exhausting. You had to create new value for others and provide new services.
Look at all the profitable trades—they all required real effort.
But transferring money was simple and pleasant.
All it took was a slight adjustment to the numbers.
And now, this footwork instructor had fallen for it.
Wenren Sheng shook his head.
But he did not warn him.
There was no use warning him.
The realms of Martial Artists were Skin Training, Flesh Training, Bone Training, Blood Training, and finally Rebirth