Dividing the Spoils

Loach Street, Wang Residence.

Wang Sheng told Wei Yu to come find him after her injuries had healed, while he himself headed to the secluded cultivation chamber. This was not the time for pleasure. Cultivation was what mattered most.

After sitting cross-legged, Wang Sheng removed his Iron Armor and examined the spoils he had hidden within it: a cultivation manual, an iron token, and several ingots of gold.

These were all he had managed to find. Everything else had been destroyed in the fighting.

"Lone Star Fist. The moves are flashy enough, but it isn't as profound as the White Dragon Sword Technique. I'll put it aside for now."

"What a pity. There's no record of that secret art that enlarged the right arm."

Wang Sheng flipped through the cultivation manual but found no secret art, leaving him rather disappointed.

"This token... are those mandarin ducks engraved on it? What is this thing?"

Wang Sheng inspected the iron token, finding it strange. It did not look like a sect insignia, but more like a keepsake. A token of love, perhaps?

However, Wang Sheng quickly tossed all those things aside.

"Cultivation is what matters most right now. As far as I'm concerned, all this fighting and killing is nothing but a waste of time."

"If Yumu hadn't called me out, this whole string of troubles would never have happened. I have to seize this chance under the pretext of recovering from my wounds and cultivate hard, becoming stronger as quickly as possible."

Wang Sheng felt an urgent sense of danger in his heart. These times were truly chaotic.

Today, under Zhao Jie's leadership, they had been able to wipe out the Lone Star Sect.

Tomorrow, they might run into an enemy ambush and counterattack.

Once Zhao Jie died, all his disciples would suffer.

For others, the martial path had to be fought over.

But for Wang Sheng, the martial path demanded stability above all else!

Several days slipped by in the blink of an eye.

Since the Forging Gold Technique progressed the fastest, Wang Sheng currently focused on cultivating the Forging Gold Technique, supplementing it with the Great Tablet Shattering Hand and the White Dragon Sword Technique.

Supported by the Great Heaven Supplement Pill, the Forging Gold Technique advanced rapidly by around one hundred points each day. Before long, it had reached the peak of Middle Dark Energy, Great Accomplishment (1945/3000), only half a day of cultivation away from Late Dark Energy.

The Great Tablet Shattering Hand progressed much more slowly. It had passed the halfway point of Early Dark Energy, Great Accomplishment (589/3000).

Since the White Dragon Sword Technique was still at Bright Energy, even though its progress was roughly comparable to the Great Tablet Shattering Hand, its improvement looked far more dramatic. It had reached Late Bright Energy, Lesser Accomplishment (648/1000), and was not far from Dark Energy.

It was at this time that Luo Zhengwen came to visit, bringing Wang Sheng good news.

The Demonic Cult had been driven away.

The Demonic Cult's followers in Ershui City had practically vanished without a trace. Even the martial arts experts who had fled here from Southern Ridge Prefecture had become far fewer.

No one knew whether those experts had been driven away or slaughtered by the locals as suspected Demonic Cult members.

In short, not only had Ershui City returned to normal, but many forces had also been badly crippled by the Demonic Cult during this great battle. They no longer had the strength to control the benefits they had seized, drawing the attention of other forces eager to divide the spoils.

The Zhao Family Martial Arts Academy was one of the forces qualified to sit at that table.

Therefore, Zhao Jie summoned all his disciples to contend with the other forces.

Wang Sheng cursed Zhao Jie inwardly for summoning everyone at the drop of a hat. On the surface, he was merely at Early Bright Energy. What fucking use would he be if he went?

But Zhao Jie cared about appearances and loved the feeling of being surrounded by a crowd, so naturally, the more disciples there were, the better.

Left with no choice, Wang Sheng could only leave seclusion and follow Luo Zhengwen to the Zhao Family Martial Arts Academy.

Zhao Jie might not know exactly how many disciples had come. But he would certainly know who had not.

Zhao Family Martial Arts Academy.

In the middle of the courtyard, a group of Dark Energy senior brothers had gathered together, talking grandly and freely.

Li Hu, Qi Changsheng, and the others could only stand to one side and await orders.

The moment Wang Sheng and Luo Zhengwen entered the martial arts academy, Wei Yu, who had long since grown tired of the looks from those Dark Energy senior brothers, immediately strode toward Wang Sheng on her long legs.

Wei Yu had originally been somewhat hesitant about giving herself to Wang Sheng.

But this morning, when she saw that every one of those Dark Energy senior brothers was middle-aged, crooked and ugly, with three wives and four concubines, she understood Wang Sheng's merits.

Handsome, powerful, and most importantly, fierce!

"Greetings, Senior Sister Wei!"

Seeing that Wei Yu was about to expose herself, Wang Sheng immediately called out respectfully.

Wei Yu paused mid-step. Her delighted expression flickered, and she immediately restrained it, nodding slightly with an aloof act. "You're here."

"Yes, Senior Sister Wei. Is there any news?"

Luo Zhengwen asked.

Wei Yu hesitated and glanced at Wang Sheng.

However, Luo Zhengwen misunderstood her meaning, assuming Wang Sheng was not supposed to hear.

"Junior Brother, go wait over there first."

Luo Zhengwen said.

"No, that's not it!"

Wei Yu hurriedly waved her hands and lowered her voice.

"Master Zhao's son, Senior Brother Feipeng, was struck by a Transforming Energy Grandmaster from the Demonic Cult two days ago."

Luo Zhengwen's eyes widened round as saucers, his expression incomparably excited.

Wang Sheng's expression also changed.

Zhao Feipeng had taken a strike from a Transforming Energy Grandmaster. If it had been a full-force blow, even if he did not die, he would be crippled.

And if he were crippled, how could he advance to Transforming Energy?

Then Zhao Jie's Transforming Energy cultivation method might have to be inherited by someone else!

"No wonder there are so many Dark Energy senior brothers here today!"

Luo Zhengwen suddenly came to his senses. The Transforming Energy cultivation method had nothing to do with him, so why was he getting so worked up? He calmed down and spoke softly.

As for those Dark Energy disciples who had already graduated, unless Zhao Jie specifically ordered someone to come, they could generally refuse such a summons for all disciples by claiming they had pressing matters.

"Mm. Look at Li Hu, Qi Changsheng, and those others at the Great Perfection of Bright Energy. They're all crowding over there with their eyes shining, trying to warm up a cold stove in advance!"

Wei Yu said with a faint smile.

"Senior Sister, why aren't you going?"

Luo Zhengwen asked in confusion.

"Scram!"

Wei Yu's furious shout startled Luo Zhengwen so badly that he grabbed Wang Sheng and prepared to leave.

"He can't leave. He stays. You get lost!"

Wei Yu continued.

Luo Zhengwen's eyes widened. He looked at Wang Sheng, then at Wei Yu, until he saw Wei Yu's face turn red.

Only then did Luo Zhengwen wear an expression as though he had seen a ghost. He could not believe that this cold and aloof senior sister with long legs had actually fallen for Wang Sheng.

Was Senior Sister blind?

Or could handsomeness be eaten as a meal?

For a moment, Luo Zhengwen was both envious and jealous. He feared his brother would fare poorly, yet feared even more that his brother would drive a Land Rover.

Luo Zhengwen did not know what a Land Rover was, but he knew that Wei Yu, at the Great Perfection of Bright Energy with fair skin, beauty, and long legs, was definitely more impressive than any carriage!

Luo Zhengwen gave Wang Sheng a thumbs-up. "Amazing! You're truly amazing!"

Then Luo Zhengwen immediately left, no longer disturbing them.

Helpless, Wang Sheng could only prepare to walk to one side with Wei Yu and talk in private.

However,

Wu An suddenly stepped forward and blocked their path.

"Junior Brother Wang Sheng, I heard that during this pursuit of the Demonic Cult, you earned not a single merit and stayed home nursing your wounds the entire time. Could it be that you're timid as a mouse and don't dare kill anyone?"

"This senior brother followed Master into battle this time and was rewarded with quite a few pills. I'm about to advance to Middle Bright Energy. But I've always wanted to spar with Junior Brother. Once I reach Middle Bright Energy, I won't be able to make a move against you anymore."

"So, before I advance, I would like to ask Junior Brother for instruction. Do you dare accept the challenge?"

Wu An wore a gentle smile. Dressed in a long robe, with one hand behind his back and his handsome features, he carried a distinctly refined air, earning the admiration of quite a few junior brothers.

Originally, he had not even regarded Wang Sheng as worthy of notice. But who would have thought that Wang Sheng would actually hook up with Senior Sister Wei Yu, thereby provoking a Dark Energy senior brother?

Thus, Wu An had no choice but to step forward, stomp heavily on this junior brother, then slap him across the face, all to earn that Dark Energy senior brother's approval.

Wang Sheng did not look at Wu An. Instead, he turned his head toward a Dark Energy senior brother who was watching from nearby.

Most of this Dark Energy senior brother's gaze rested on Wei Yu. Whenever he looked at Wang Sheng, there was a trace of coldness in his eyes.

"Instinct?"

The Dark Energy senior brother, Yu Cheng, frowned slightly after being discovered.

But Yu Cheng did not care. He was merely a Bright Energy cultivator. What right did he have to touch a woman Yu Cheng had taken a liking to?

So, with a smile on his face, he extended a finger and pointed at Wang Sheng. His posture was arrogant, his threatening gaze intimidating. Then he casually waved his hand, telling him to get lost and stay away from Wei Yu.

"Every last one of them has so much personality. Aren't they afraid of dying?"

Wang Sheng thought as he looked at Wu An before him, then at Yu Cheng in the distance, and suddenly smiled.

He truly did not like killing people, but they had placed their heads on the blade and asked, do you dare kill me? Do you dare kill me? Do you dare?

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