Let Wang Sheng Come

Wang Sheng felt the hungry gazes of those Dark Energy martial masters, all old enough to be grandfathers, and goosebumps rose uncontrollably all over his damn body!

He had faked his comprehension to lure Zhao Jie into taking the bait.

But he had never expected this pack of Dark Energy martial masters to want to willingly take the bait instead!

"Your comprehension is indeed outstanding. If you can find a woman with exceptional innate talent to join with, your child's future achievements may well be limitless!"

Zhao Jie sighed.

It was a pity, he thought, that he had no daughter.

Besides, he did not have the time to wait for Wang Sheng's child to be born before taking another disciple.

"Junior Brother Wang, may I ask whether you are betrothed? My daughter is as lovely as a flower and beautiful as the moon, and she is still waiting in her boudoir!"

Before the Dark Energy senior brother carrying a massive saber could finish, someone interrupted him.

"Senior Brother Zhao, doesn't your daughter have a childhood sweetheart? Weren't they betrothed while still in the womb? Don't forget that."

"Hmph. As long as Junior Brother Wang is willing to marry my daughter, I'll go home and have her break off the engagement. What childhood sweetheart could compare to a single hair on Junior Brother Wang's head?"

Senior Brother Zhao, carrying the massive saber, snorted coldly.

Wang Sheng was speechless. Why did it sound as if he were about to become a villain? Was this going to turn into one of those broken-engagement stories?

"Enough. Important matters come first today. Come, follow your master and meet the Divine Incense Cult, along with those petty people!"

Zhao Jie, who cared greatly about appearances, did not want to hear about his disciples making fools of themselves. He spoke with a stern face.

"Yes!"

Everyone cupped their fists.

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

Along the way,

Wang Sheng was harassed beyond endurance. One Dark Energy senior brother after another promised great rewards in hopes of making Wang Sheng their son-in-law, nephew-in-law, or even younger brother-in-law.

Some even wanted to borrow seed to bear a child, declaring that as long as Wang Sheng was willing to expend one round of ammunition, it would be worth ten taels of gold.

Then the price for one round of ammunition was driven up by the crowd, rising all the way to several dozen taels of gold.

It sounded outrageous, but if they could truly preserve a bloodline containing such powerful comprehension, no Lineage would lose out.

Li Hu and the others stared with their eyes wide open, consumed by envy. One time was worth several dozen taels of gold—more impressive than even a top courtesan. He could practically be called the king of male escorts!

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

Yet Wang Sheng listened with a blank expression, cold sweat streaming down his back. They truly saw him as a breeding stallion.

The key was that Wang Sheng's comprehension was ordinary. Everything he had achieved today came entirely from his own efforts and talent—Heaven Rewards Diligence.

If he really had children in the future, these people's hopes would probably come crashing down completely.

"Junior Brother, I mean it. My daughter really is a beauty. Don't listen to them about that betrothal in the womb. As long as you give the word, I'll send my wife over to you that very night."

Senior Brother Zhao carried his massive saber on his back. He was broad and powerfully built, like a great bear, and as he followed beside Wang Sheng, his face was full of smiles.

"Old Zhao, why bother? A forcibly twisted melon is not sweet. What if your daughter remains entangled with that childhood sweetheart, and ends up putting a green hat on Junior Brother Wang?"

Someone teased.

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

Senior Brother Zhao spoke with absolute certainty.

Was he really this straightforward?

Wang Sheng carefully looked over Senior Brother Zhao Qian and found that this Senior Brother Zhao seemed a little dull-witted. He might genuinely be someone with good innate talent but poor comprehension, hoping Wang Sheng could improve his family's genetic inheritance.

However, Wang Sheng could not possibly agree to any of them.

He could not sell himself for gold. Wouldn't that truly make him a male escort?

Where would a man's dignity be?

Where would a man's character be?

Where would the bottom line of being a man be?

Unless they brought out a Transforming Energy method!

Wang Sheng added silently at the end.

A Transforming Energy method could instantly change Wang Sheng's current predicament, preventing him from being locked at the Dark Energy level. It could even turn him from a chess piece into a chess player, letting him move with ease among the many powers!

After a while,

Zhao Jie led everyone to the yamen.

The space before the yamen was broad, and quite a few forces had already gathered there.

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

The disciples and followers of these five forces stood separately, their boundaries as distinct as the Jing and Wei rivers. Their clothing and attire clearly set them apart.

"Senior Zhao, you've arrived! Please come with me!"

Someone from the yamen had long been waiting there, ready to receive a Transforming Energy Grandmaster like Zhao Jie and lead him inside to discuss the particulars.

"Looks like only our six families will be dividing the spoils this time."

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

"That is... a strange beast!"

Wang Sheng saw a tiger-horse covered from head to toe in black scales. Tall, fierce, and bristling with fangs and sharp teeth, it stood among one faction's crowd like a small tank, drawing every eye.

"That is the mount of the Nine Blades Martial Hall's master. With that strange beast around, no one at the Transforming Energy level can keep that master behind!"

Zhao Qian moved closer to Wang Sheng and explained.

"A strange beast comparable to Transforming Energy is truly rare!"

Wang Sheng nodded.

Afterward, Zhao Qian began introducing the experts and geniuses of these various forces to Wang Sheng. The other forces that had not come had suffered heavy losses during their earlier pursuit of the Demonic Cult.

As Wang Sheng chatted with Zhao Qian, Yu Cheng's eyes were cold. On the surface, he appeared to be watching the other forces, but from the corner of his eye, he had locked tightly onto Wang Sheng's back.

"A genius of comprehension?"

"Truly rare."

"Unfortunately, you should not have exposed yourself so early, nor should you have provoked me!"

"Wang Sheng, I'll teach you a lesson: a genius who has not yet grown up will always be trash!"

Yu Cheng muttered to himself, becoming more excited the longer he thought about it.

Making a genius die young, feeling a future expert be personally cut short by his own hand—this gave Yu Cheng a strong sense of accomplishment!

In truth, Yu Cheng did not regard Wang Sheng as a threat. What he feared was that some astonishing genius might emerge among Wang Sheng's future descendants.

Thus, he had already decided that when the opportunity came, he would not only destroy Wang Sheng, but also have both his parents killed, ensuring that the bloodline of this so-called comprehension genius would be utterly severed in his hands.

At that moment,

A burst of furious curses and roars came from within the yamen, making the disciples of the six factions outside tense. Every one of them drew saber or sword, looking ready to start a bloody brawl at the slightest disagreement.

"...Those rebels in Southern Ridge Prefecture are nothing much. There are so many powerful figures in the Jiangling Prefecture capital—why would they need our help!"

"Forget everything else. That salt shop must belong to our Divine Incense Cult today!"

"Then the Shangguan Family will take that medicinal herb shop."

"Hahaha, all of you want to snatch things? Fine, then we'll just keep fighting!"

The last sentence came from Zhao Jie, who laughed in fury.

After another moment,

The results of the six factions' negotiations came from inside the yamen.

Each force would send six disciples, ranging from early Bright Energy to Late Dark Energy, corresponding to six different cultivation levels.

Each disciple represented a shop that could draw in mountains of gold and seas of silver.

The six sides would have their disciples fight one another. For every match they won, they could claim the shop represented by the losing side.

"Yu Cheng, you are at the peak of mid-stage Dark Energy. You count as one."

"Tian Muzhen, you are at early Dark Energy."

"Li Hu, you have Perfected Bright Energy."

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

"Where is Wu An? His injuries are not serious. One pill will do. He is at the peak of early Bright Energy, so he counts as well."

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

"Everyone, fight with everything you have this once! There will not be another opportunity like this in the next ten years."

Cui Sheng, who was at Late Dark Energy, spoke in a deep voice. He had already communicated privately with Zhao Jie and directly called upon the selected people to enter the yamen for the matches.

"By the way, why not let Junior Sister Wei give this opportunity to Junior Brother Wang?"

Cui Sheng suddenly remembered that Wang Sheng possessed twice the force and had also cultivated a sword method. He felt the candidates they had previously agreed upon could be changed.

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

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

"Wang Sheng only just broke through to mid-stage Bright Energy. How much strength can he possibly have? Not only is his cultivation below mine—even if he truly reached the peak of mid-stage Bright Energy, if he fought me, he might not be my opponent. I am not Wu An!"

The moment Wei Lingqin heard that she was about to be replaced by Wang Sheng, whom she had always looked down on, her fur stood on end. She shouted angrily.

Wu An's expression immediately darkened, and he cursed Wei Lingqin viciously in his heart.

Cui Sheng's expression was not very pleasant either, and he could not be bothered to say more.

Just as Cui Sheng was about to lead Wei Lingqin and the others into the yamen,

A yamen runner suddenly rushed out from inside and came before the many disciples of the Zhao Family Martial Arts Academy. In a loud voice, he announced, "Senior Zhao has ordered it. His exact words: 'That one surnamed Wei can get lost. Let Wang Sheng come!'"

Wei Lingqin's triumphant, smug expression froze. She stood there dumbly, her mind buzzing. Her face turned pale. The one surnamed Wei? Was he talking about me?