Possessed by the Weird

"An entry-level martial art requires twenty taels of silver to simplify, much cheaper than a low-grade martial art."

Zhao Han muttered, then checked his silver.

Thirty-five taels and five qian of silver, plus one tael of gold, totaling forty-five taels and five qian.

Spending twenty taels to simplify it was a piece of cake.

"Simplify Mad Saber Three Stacks Wave!"

[Simplification Successful]

Mad Saber Three Stacks Wave [Simplified, Entry-Level 0/50, Water Cutting 5000 Times]

"Water Cutting... five thousand times, that seems pretty simple."

Zhao Han nodded and immediately prepared to return to the martial arts school to find a large water vat to practice his saber technique.

As soon as he entered the martial arts school's main gate, he saw Old Man Mi sleeping. Zhao Han tiptoed in quietly.

After Zhao Han left, Old Man Mi's eyes snapped open, filled with disbelief.

"Muscle, Muscle Refining? What, what is this kid's background? Why has he broken through to the Muscle Refining Realm in just two days?"

Old Man Mi was deeply surprised; Zhao Han had far exceeded his expectations.

However, this wasn't enough to make Old Man Mi overly astonished. The Muscle Refining Realm was minor and didn't warrant much attention.

"This kid still has some conscience. As long as it doesn't affect the Blade Ghoul's development into a Weird Weapon, I won't be too harsh."

Afterward, Old Man Mi closed his eyes and continued to sleep, remaining the unremarkable gatekeeper.

After Zhao Han entered the martial arts school, back at the abandoned alleyway.

Yu Qiuyue rested for a while, then struggled to get up and hobbled over to the unconscious Dong Qiang.

"Dong Qiang, it's all your fault for threatening me. You brought this upon yourself."

Raising the steel saber in her hand, she plunged it directly into Dong Qiang's throat. Blood spurted everywhere.

"Wuwuwu..."

Dong Qiang woke up in agony, struggling desperately.

Upon seeing Yu Qiuyue, Dong Qiang's eyes were filled with a desperate desire to live and pleas for mercy.

But it was all in vain.

His injuries were far more severe than Yu Qiuyue's. No matter how much he struggled, it was useless.

In the end, Dong Qiang bled to death, his death a gruesome sight.

Having dealt with Dong Qiang, Yu Qiuyue found her direction and slowly left, planning to return to the Yu family to recuperate and deal with other matters later.

As the alley fell silent, a beggar arrived not long after.

Seeing someone dead in the alley, he was unfazed and even went to loot the body.

"Sizzle, a wealthy family. Dressed so properly, this outfit can still be worn after washing."

"The pants aren't stained with blood, just a bit dirty. They can be sold."

"This hair ornament is also nice, worth a few coins at least."

The beggar skillfully stripped Dong Qiang's body clean in no time, leaving only a corpse.

After the beggar left, no one else looted the body. Passersby, other beggars, took a brief look, saw no profit, and moved on.

It wasn't until late at night, in the abandoned courtyard where Zhao Han practiced martial arts during the day.

Beside the locust tree, a chilling, almost invisible miasma suddenly gathered, condensing into a wispy, eerie human head.

Floating in mid-air, as the head solidified, it even opened its large mouth and began to greedily absorb the surrounding Yin energy.

As if sensing something was wrong, the head passed through the wall and entered the alley.

It saw Dong Qiang's corpse on the ground.

The body was purplish, with severe lividity, stiff as a board. The blood had long since stopped flowing and had completely dried.

"Hehehehe!"

The head let out a sinister laugh, slowly floating in front of the corpse. Then, it opened its mouth wide, and a grayish-blue energy from Dong Qiang's body continuously poured into the head's mouth.

After draining Dong Qiang's soul, the head licked its lips with satisfaction.

After consuming ordinary people's souls for so long, this was the first time it had eaten the soul of a Martial Artist.

The soul was gone, but the Pneuma remained.

The head directly lunged forward, entering the body through Dong Qiang's facial features, possessing the corpse.

Humans have Three Souls and Seven Pneuma. The Three Souls refer to the Heaven Soul, Earth Soul, and Human Soul.

The Heaven Soul is bestowed by fate and is Yang. The Earth Soul is endowed by the earth and is Yin.

The Human Soul is cultivated postnatally and is neutral. It continuously grows under the influence of the Heaven Soul and Earth Soul.

The three souls are indispensable; lacking even one is equivalent to an imbalance of yin and yang, with extremely severe consequences, generally resulting in idiocy.

After death, the Heaven Soul dissipates instantly because death signifies the end of a person's heavenly mandate, the closing of their destiny's chapter.

The Earth Soul will flow away in a short period, returning to the earth.

The Human Soul will remain within the body for seven days, after which it will dissipate on its own.

The Seven Pneuma refer to skin, flesh, bone, internal organs, blood, acupoints, and brain.

Damage to any one of the Seven Pneuma will result in a serious illness, or even death.

At this moment, Dong Qiang's corpse has lost its Heaven Soul and Earth Soul, while its Human Soul was absorbed by the head.

The Seven Pneuma have also completely died because the most crucial element, blood, is gone.

Without the circulation of blood, the other pneuma will gradually die.

The head occupied Dong Qiang's corpse, struggling to rise like a puppet, its body creaking.

This is the fate of the Seven Pneuma being gone, leaving only rotten skin, rotten flesh, rotten organs...

Only the bones are not dead, and the human body needs bones for support to move, thus the head can continue to move this corpse.

Dong Qiang's corpse still had its eyes wide open as before death, and its expression was the same as after death.

"Creak, creak..."

Slowly moving, the corpse distanced itself from the Mad Saber Martial Arts School, where yang energy was most abundant, and headed towards the place with the deepest resentment, the slums where beggars gathered.

Previously, the head was an intangible weird entity, only able to devour souls to strengthen itself.

Now, by attaching itself to a Skin Refining Warrior's body and killing people, it can easily devour more souls.

This is also extremely beneficial for its growth.

That night was undoubtedly a sleepless night for the slums.

After returning to the martial arts school, Zhao Han brought a large water vat to a hidden corner by the woodshed, filled it with water, and began practicing his saber.

He could swing his saber twice with full force in one second, which amounted to 120 swings per minute.

In ten minutes, that would be 1,200 swings.

Zhao Han couldn't maintain full force for that long; three minutes at most, but with the help of the Energy Pill, he could manage it.

After reaching the Muscle Refining Realm, Zhao Han's consumption increased, and the effect of the Energy Pill weakened slightly, allowing him to last only half an hour.

But that was enough.

With two pills, Zhao Han successfully advanced Mad Saber Three Stacks Wave to the proficient level.

A surge of immense strength coursed through him, and Zhao Han became even more familiar and proficient with Mad Saber Three Stacks Wave.

He could wield it with great ease.

His strength in the Muscle Refining Realm grew even more powerful.

Dong Qiang's cultivation of only the first layer was far inferior to Zhao Han's third layer.

The two were not comparable.

Mad Saber Three Stacks Wave [Simplified, Flowing, Proficient 0/100, Observe waves and practice saber technique 100 times]

"Observe... waves? Are you sure you're not tricking me!" Zhao Han was immediately speechless.

Liangzhou's Blackwater County was deep inland, far from the sea, so where would there be any waves?

This was clearly a scam.

"Sigh, this broken martial art is too much of a rip-off. I'll have to put it aside for now."

Zhao Han shook his head and left the woodshed, leaving Er Gouzi somewhat speechless.

"These young masters and heirs are really something else, treating us laborers like dirt, leaving all this mess for us to clean up..." Er Gouzi grumbled as he tidied up.