Letting Wang Sheng Come

Wang Sheng felt the hungry gazes of those old Dark Energy martial artists, and goosebumps erupted all over his body uncontrollably!

He was faking his comprehension to lure Zhao Jie into a trap.

But he never expected that this group of Dark Energy martial artists would be willing to jump into the trap themselves!

"Your comprehension is indeed excellent. If you could find a woman with superior innate talent to combine with, then your child's future achievements would likely be limitless!"

Zhao Jie said with emotion.

He regretted that he didn't have a daughter.

Moreover, he didn't have time to wait for Wang Sheng's child to be born before taking them as a disciple.

"Junior Brother Wang, are you married? My little daughter is beautiful and still unmarried!"

Before a Senior Brother carrying a large saber could finish speaking, he was interrupted by someone.

"Senior Brother Zhao, your daughter is already betrothed, isn't she? They arranged it before she was born! Don't forget."

"Hmph, as long as Junior Brother Wang is willing to marry my daughter, I'll have my daughter break off her engagement as soon as I get back. What childhood sweetheart can compare to a single hair of Junior Brother Wang!"

The Senior Brother carrying the saber snorted coldly.

Wang Sheng was speechless. Why did it feel like he was becoming the villain, and this was going to be a story about breaking off engagements!

"Enough, we have important matters to attend to today. Come, follow me to deal with the Divine Incense Cult and those scoundrels!"

Zhao Jie, being a proud man who didn't want to hear about his disciples' embarrassing affairs, said with a stern face.

"Yes!"

Everyone cupped their hands.

Then, led by Zhao Jie, a group of people headed straight for the Ershui City yamen.

Halfway there, Wang Sheng was incessantly bothered. The Dark Energy Senior Brothers, in order to make Wang Sheng their son-in-law, nephew-in-law, or even brother-in-law, offered him great benefits one after another.

Some even wanted to "borrow seeds" to reproduce, stating that as long as Wang Sheng was willing to expend his "ammunition" once, it would be worth ten taels of gold.

Immediately after, the price for one expenditure of "ammunition" was driven up by a group of people to tens of taels of gold.

Don't be fooled by the exaggeration; if they could truly obtain a bloodline containing powerful comprehension, it would be profitable for any family.

Li Hu and the others watched, dumbfounded and envious. To be worth tens of taels of gold for a single encounter was more impressive than a courtesan; he was practically a male escort king!

Being a male escort was more profitable than practicing martial arts!

Wang Sheng listened with a blank expression, cold sweat trickling down his face. They were truly treating him like a stud.

The critical point was that Wang Sheng's comprehension was average. His achievements today were entirely due to his own hard work and talent—Heaven Rewards Diligence.

If he were to have children in the future, those people's hopes would likely be completely dashed.

"Junior Brother, I'm telling the truth. My daughter is truly a beauty. Don't listen to them about betrothals. As long as you agree, I'll send my wife to you that very night."

The Senior Brother Zhao, carrying the saber, was burly and strong, like a mighty bear. He walked beside Wang Sheng, a smile all over his face.

"Old Zhao, why bother? A forced melon isn't sweet. Don't let your daughter be entangled with that childhood sweetheart later and cheat on Junior Brother Wang."

Someone teased.

"Heh, entangled? The moment Junior Brother Wang agrees, I'll send that damned childhood sweetheart and my friend to the west."

Senior Brother Zhao said with certainty.

So straightforward!

Wang Sheng carefully looked at this Senior Brother Zhao Qian, Zhao, and found that this Senior Brother Zhao was a bit dense. He might truly have good innate talent but not much comprehension, and he wanted Wang Sheng to improve his family's genes.

However, Wang Sheng wouldn't agree to any of them.

He wouldn't sell himself for gold; wouldn't that make him a male escort!

Where was a man's dignity?

Where was a man's integrity?

What was the bottom line for a man?

Unless they offered a method for Transforming Energy!

Wang Sheng added the last sentence in his mind.

A method for Transforming Energy could instantly change his current predicament, preventing him from being stuck at the Dark Energy level, and even allowing him to transform from a pawn into a player, navigating freely among various forces!

After a while, Zhao Jie led his group to the yamen.

The area in front of the yamen was very spacious, and many forces had already gathered.

The Divine Incense Cult, Nine Blades Martial Hall, Shangguan Family, Lin Family Martial Academy, Cangshan Martial Academy.

The disciples and members of these five forces stood in their respective groups, clearly distinguished by their clothing and attire.

"Senior Zhao has arrived! Please follow me!"

People at the yamen had been waiting, expecting a Grand Martial Master like Zhao Jie to arrive and discuss specific matters.

"It looks like only our six families will be dividing this up this time."

Zhao Jie grinned and entered the yamen, leaving his disciples waiting outside.

"That's an Exotic Beast!"

Wang Sheng spotted a horse covered in black scales, large and imposing, with fangs and sharp teeth. It stood like a small tank among a group of people from one faction, drawing everyone's attention.

"That's the mount of the Nine Blades Martial Hall's master. With this Exotic Beast around, no one at the Transforming Energy level can stop the master!"

Zhao Qian sidled up to Wang Sheng and said.

"An Exotic Beast comparable to Transforming Energy, truly rare!"

Wang Sheng nodded.

Afterward, Zhao Qian began introducing the experts and geniuses from the other factions to Wang Sheng. The factions that hadn't arrived had suffered heavy losses during the pursuit of the Demonic Cult.

While Wang Sheng and Zhao Qian were chatting, Yu Cheng's gaze was icy. Ostensibly, he was watching the other factions, but his peripheral vision was fixed on Wang Sheng's back.

"A genius in comprehension?"

"Truly rare!"

"Too bad you shouldn't have revealed yourself so early, and you shouldn't have provoked me!"

"Wang Sheng, I'll teach you a lesson: a genius who hasn't grown up is always trash!"

Yu Cheng muttered to himself, growing more excited with every thought.

To let a genius perish, to feel the satisfaction of personally crushing a future master, gave Yu Cheng a sense of accomplishment!

Yu Cheng didn't actually take Wang Sheng seriously, but he feared that Wang Sheng's descendants might produce astonishing geniuses in the future.

Therefore, he had already decided to find an opportunity not only to eliminate Wang Sheng but also to kill his parents, completely cutting off the bloodline of any comprehension genius in his hands.

At this moment, Angry shouts and yells erupted from within the yamen, making the disciples of the six families outside tense. They all drew their swords and knives, ready to fight at the slightest disagreement.

"...Those rebels from Southern Ridge Prefecture were nothing. How powerful are the big figures in the capital of Jiangling Prefecture? Why would they need our help!"

"Enough talk, this salt shop must be ours from the Divine Incense Cult today!"

"Then our Shangguan family will take that pharmacy."

"Hahaha, you all want to snatch things? At worst, we'll just fight again!"

The last sentence was spoken by Zhao Jie, who laughed in anger.

A moment later, The result of the discussion among the six factions came from the yamen.

Each faction would send six disciples, ranging from the early stage of Bright Energy to the late stage of Dark Energy, corresponding to six different cultivation levels.

Each disciple would represent a highly profitable shop.

The six factions would have their disciples fight each other. For every match won, the victor would take possession of a shop from the loser.

"Yu Cheng, you're at the peak of the mid-stage Dark Energy, you're one of them."

"Tian Muzhen, you're at the early stage of Dark Energy."

"Li Hu, you're at the perfected stage of Bright Energy."

"Wei Lingqin, you're at the peak of the mid-stage Bright Energy."

"Where's Wu An? He's not seriously injured, he can take a pill. Peak early stage Bright Energy, he's one of them too."

"For every match you win, you'll also receive a portion of the shop's profits. And Master has promised that those who perform exceptionally well have a chance to become his personal disciples!"

"Everyone, give it your all for this chance! There won't be another opportunity like this for the next ten years."

Cui Sheng, who was at the late stage of Dark Energy, said in a deep voice. He had already privately communicated with Zhao Jie and directly selected the people to enter the yamen for the competition.

"Oh, right, why don't Junior Sister Wei give this opportunity to Junior Brother Wang Sheng?"

Cui Sheng suddenly remembered that Wang Sheng's strength was double the normal force, and he also cultivated sword techniques. He felt that the previously agreed-upon candidates could be changed.

"Senior Brother Cui, you're bullying me and looking down on women!"

"The head of the Qingshui Martial Academy next door is also a woman."

"Wang Sheng, he just broke through to the mid-stage of Bright Energy, how much strength can he have? Don't say his cultivation is inferior to mine. Even if he were at the peak of the mid-stage Bright Energy, he might not be my opponent. I'm not Wu An!"

When Wei Lingqin heard that she was going to be replaced by Wang Sheng, whom she had always looked down upon, she immediately bristled and shouted angrily.

Wu An's expression immediately soured, and he cursed Wei Lingqin inwardly.

Cui Sheng's face also turned somewhat unpleasant, and he couldn't be bothered to say more.

Just as Cui Sheng was about to lead Wei Lingqin and the others into the yamen, Suddenly, a yamen runner ran out from the yamen and announced loudly to the disciples of the Zhao Family Martial Arts Academy, "Senior Zhao has an order, verbatim: that person surnamed Wei, get lost, let Wang Sheng come!"

Wei Lingqin's triumphant and smug expression froze. She stood there dumbfounded, her mind reeling. Her face turned pale. 'That person surnamed Wei?' 'Are they talking about me?'