Extraordinary Martial Arts: The Living Yama of the Mortal Realm!

After transmigrating, Zhao An began seeing two kinds of people: evildoers with red names above their heads, and good people with white names.

"Heavens above, distinguish the loyal from the treacherous!" The victim knelt and wailed, grief-stricken and heartbroken, a sight that moved all who witnessed it.

Zhao An blew their head apart with one punch, seized their wicked soul, and refined it in an instant.

"If your name is red, spare me the bullshit."

Ordinary people spend three to five years practicing martial arts just to grasp the basics. It takes more than a decade to achieve modest success, and only a lifetime of daily effort offers any hope of attaining martial perfection.

Zhao An is different. His Soul Pool is packed to the brim with soul slaves, all of them tireless workhorses grinding his martial arts for him.

If one soul slave cannot master a peerless divine technique, then ten or a hundred can train in it together.

Forget Heaven rewarding diligence. Forget years of secluded cultivation. Zhao An wants only a shortcut to martial mastery-then he can smash even more evildoers' worthless heads!

Not enough cultivation? Not enough talent? Then simply spend merit to make a wish.

One measure of merit buys a wish for a potent martial elixir.

Ten measures of merit buy a wish for a thousand-year-old spirit mushroom.

A hundred measures of merit buy a wish for a long-lost supreme technique.

Years later...

Zhao An asked, "How much merit would it cost to wish for the Nine Revolutions Arcane Art?"

(As the saying goes, it takes a villain to keep villains in line.)