Fish-Dragon Precious Blood Is Useless? Practice Iron Whip Leg, Robbery Gang Zhang Sheng

"What is going on?"

Staring at the sudden change in the Extreme Seal, Shi Wen felt a surge of uncertainty and suspicion.

He took the piece of Blessing Meat away.

The lines of text floating in the air, visible only to him, vanished instantly; when he placed the meat back, the text reappeared.

Conversely, he tried using other items to test it.

Scraps of iron from the smithy, stones from the ground, a small stool, wild grass...

The Extreme Seal showed no reaction to any of them.

Only that piece of Blessing Meat could trigger a change in the Extreme Seal.

And this Evolution Branch... what did it mean?

Could it be that the Extreme Seal can purge the impurities from this meat and condense it into what is called Fish-Dragon Precious Blood?

And what exactly is this Precious Blood?

Shi Wen took a deep breath.

He was curious to see what the evolution of the Hell Demon Black Skull Calamity Dragon Fish Meat and the Red Flow Demon Flame Calamity Fire Dragon Fish Meat would look like.

But the time required was too long.

100 years.

In this chaotic world where life hung by a thread, Shi Wen wasn't even sure if he would survive until next year.

In the end, he chose Evolution Branch 1.

He placed the meat in his basket, tore off a piece of oil paper, and wrapped it separately for storage.

Watching the procession move away.

Shi Wen turned and entered the blacksmith shop to ask the owner, "Boss, do you know what those people are doing? Why are they handing out meat?"

"I'm not entirely sure myself. A group of people recently arrived in the city claiming to serve the Supreme Saint Immortal Mother. They often hand out meat on the streets to recruit followers and occasionally call people to attend some kind of lecture. I hear those who attend get half a catty of brown rice for free; plenty of people go every day."

The blacksmith shrugged his shoulders. "Anyway, I wouldn't go and eat that meat. Who knows if there's something wrong with free things?"

Shi Wen pondered for a moment, then turned and headed back to Peace Lane.

Back home, after eating his fill, the Extreme Seal sent a notification.

The contaminated Blessing Meat has finished evolving!

Closing the door securely, Shi Wen took the oil paper out of the basket and opened it, unable to hide his surprise.

The meat, originally the size of a red date, had now turned into a single drop of vivid, crimson blood.

However, this drop of blood was tiny—no larger than the tip of a hair, smaller even than a sesame seed. If not for its brilliant color, Shi Wen would have thought the Blessing Meat had simply vanished.

"Fish-Dragon Precious Blood? What is this Precious Blood?"

"Is it actually edible?"

Shi Wen pulled out a strand of hair and poked the crimson drop with the tip, only to find that the blood was as bouncy as jelly and quite resilient.

Shi Wen performed various tests, but he couldn't discern the function of the Precious Blood.

Looking out the window, Shi Wen used a small strip of dried meat to lure a stray black cat over.

He dipped the dried meat into a tiny bit of the Precious Blood to entice the cat.

As the cat ate it, Shi Wen grabbed it by the scruff of its neck.

This terrified the black cat, which struggled frantically with all its might until, exhausted, it let its four legs hang limp, no longer resisting.

Shi Wen observed it for several minutes.

Other than looking somewhat helpless while being held in mid-air, the black cat showed no unusual behavior.

"No issues. If the cat didn't drop dead from this dosage, I shouldn't have any problems eating it either."

"I'll just have to give it a try."

Shi Wen tossed the black cat out the window, swallowed the remaining Precious Blood, and sat down to wait quietly.

A long time passed, but his body underwent no changes whatsoever.

This left him feeling helpless after having anticipated it for so long.

"Fish-Dragon Precious Blood—it has the word 'Dragon' in it, so why is there no effect at all?"

"Could it be that there wasn't enough of it?"

"I'll get more Precious Blood tomorrow and try again."

Shi Wen waited a while longer, and when he truly felt no changes brought about by the Fish-Dragon Precious Blood, he went to the backyard to practice his Iron Whip Leg.

The Iron Whip Leg was not difficult; it simply required persistent, hard training.

The wooden post he used was a battered, old one he had bought from someone.

He began practicing his footwork and kicking the wooden stake.

Unfortunately, after less than an hour, Aunt Chen from next door and several neighbors came to knock on his door, asking him not to make noise at night since everyone had to work the next day and couldn't sleep with the racket.

Helpless, Shi Wen had to shelve his training.

Once darkness fell, he shouldered the wooden stake, left his home, and headed toward Ghost Lane.

Ghost Lane was rarely frequented to begin with, and since Chen Shuisheng had been killed by an "evil ghost," it was even more deserted.

Shi Wen found a spot in Ghost Lane that was both hidden and easy to retreat from, and began practicing the Iron Whip Leg.

He practiced footwork, kicked the stake, drilled techniques, and ate dried meat to replenish his energy...

He trained until late at night, and only when he felt the fatigue radiating from his body did he stop, stashing the wooden stake in a concealed corner.

He crouched in the corner, chewing on dried meat to restore his strength.

He cast his gaze toward his palm.

[Extreme Seal]

[Baji Fist Introductory Foundation: Minor Accomplishment (12/100), Trait: Penetrating Momentum]

[Iron Whip Leg: Introductory (17/30)]

"I've practiced too late tonight; perhaps if I don't sleep at all, I can push the Iron Whip Leg to Minor Accomplishment."

"The consumption is just too high, though. How long has it been, and I've already eaten seven strips of dried meat? Martial artists really are bottomless pits that devour gold, sigh."

Shi Wen withdrew his gaze.

He turned to leave, but sensed a group of people approaching rapidly nearby; there were quite a few of them.

Could I have alerted the Robbery Gang?

Shi Wen frowned inwardly, and the person walking into the alley stepped forward with heavy footfalls. "Brother, I've been listening to you practice for a long time from outside. You were the one who killed Chen Shuisheng, weren't you?"

"Chen Shuisheng was my enemy. I am Zhang Sheng of the Robbery Gang. You killed Chen Shuisheng, which did me a huge favor."

"Since you've come to Peace Lane, why not come out and meet? I mean no harm; I just want to make a friend!"

Shi Wen silently tore a piece of cloth from his clothes and covered his face.

Only then did he step out from the corner.

From all directions, the members of the Robbery Gang blocked every exit, their torches illuminating Ghost Lane brightly.

Shi Wen observed Zhang Sheng. The man wasn't tall, roughly one meter seventy-something, but his arms were long and thick; he was clearly an expert in hand-to-hand combat.

Zhang Sheng was also secretly sizing up the masked man.

Yet, he couldn't figure out Shi Wen's background.

The guy in front of him was about the same height as him, but looked very thin and weak. His limbs didn't appear sturdy, looking just like an ordinary person's. Could this person really have killed Chen Shuisheng?

Or had he found the wrong person?

Shi Wen remained silent, observing his surroundings and calculating his escape route.

Zhang Sheng spoke first, chuckling, "Brother, you solved a major headache for me, so your skills must be impressive. How about we exchange a few moves?"

Shi Wen still didn't speak, but his eyes gradually turned cold as he rapidly adjusted his breathing.

He knew a fierce battle was unavoidable.

His body began to tremble slightly, and his fingers shook uncontrollably.

A newcomer? Could I have made a mistake?

Zhang Sheng was also puzzled.

Only someone who had never been in a fight would react this way due to extreme nervousness.

He looked at the person opposite him and saw no obvious signs of training. Could he have really gotten the wrong guy?

Zhang Sheng relaxed significantly, striding toward Shi Wen while stretching his muscles and bones.

True or false, he would know once they fought. After all, his strength wasn't much different from Chen Shuisheng's; it was just that the other man's leg techniques had countered him!

No matter how good this guy was, he couldn't be that fierce.

Perhaps he had just ambushed Chen Shuisheng while the man was poisoned.

As Zhang Sheng entered his attack range.

Shi Wen moved!