Martial Arts! Martial Arts! (Seeking Favorites)

"Ugh, where am I?"

The moment Qin Zheng woke up, he instinctively frowned as he looked at the simple earthen house.

But then, a flood of memories brought his consciousness to full clarity.

He had transmigrated to a place resembling ancient China and become an executioner.

On the execution ground, he had beheaded the son of a gang leader.

Afterward, he was struck twice by the son's father, the gang leader.

He ultimately couldn't endure it and passed out.

Thinking of this, Qin Zheng ignored the pain in his body and suddenly flipped open his inner clothing to check the skin on his chest.

There he saw a faint palm print, not obvious, but still visible.

The palm print had faded!

Qin Zheng's eyes immediately lit up, and the tension in his heart relaxed a little.

This palm print on his chest was like a death sentence.

The previous Qin Zheng died from this palm print, and even upon his transmigration, he could only bear the pressure it brought.

Previously, the palm print was as black as ink, clearly indicating he only had a day to live, and any further outburst would have killed him from the intense pain.

But now, the palm print had become much fainter, not the pitch black it was before.

It was clear that the power within it had been diluted and relieved.

This also meant that the crisis had been temporarily postponed, and his lifespan had been extended.

However, as long as this palm print remained, he would always be in danger.

Qin Zheng thought of this and then recalled the details on the execution ground.

He had elevated his Ghost-head Saber Technique to perfection, but it still couldn't block the Golden Cicada Gang leader's strike.

After being sent flying for the second time, he thought he was going to die.

But unexpectedly, it was the captain overseeing the execution who intervened, repelling the Golden Cicada Gang leader and saving his life.

So, was the palm print on his chest the work of that person?

Or did perfecting the Ghost-head Saber Technique weaken the palm strike?

Qin Zheng looked around the simple and shabby room, which indeed was his residence after transmigrating.

So after he fainted, someone must have sent him back?

As he was thinking this, the door to the room suddenly opened.

Then, a somewhat burly, dark-faced man walked in.

Seeing Qin Zheng awake, he also said with some surprise, "You're awake?"

Qin Zheng looked at the unfamiliar man, nodded calmly, and asked, "Who are you?"

But his body tensed slightly, and his internal energy flowed throughout him.

As long as the man made any strange move, he would draw his saber with lightning speed!

Even if the ghost-head saber wasn't in his hand, his hand could be a saber!

The man smiled and said, "My name is Wang Er. I'm a soldier under Captain Ji. You were seriously injured and fainted, so I carried you back."

As he spoke, the man placed the medicinal herbs and some meat he was holding on the stove.

"Gang Leader Shi is a martial artist in the Muscle-Refining Realm. You survived after taking two of his moves, and you don't even have severe injuries. You're truly remarkable."

"You've survived a great disaster, and you'll surely have great fortune in the future. I see you're in some difficulty now, so consider this a small investment."

He smiled at Qin Zheng and gestured to the herbs and meat on the stove.

Upon hearing this, Qin Zheng immediately endured the pain and stood up from the bed, bowing respectfully to the man named Wang Er.

"Qin Zheng accepts Brother Wang's kind intentions. If I achieve anything in the future, I will definitely visit to express my gratitude!"

He had just transmigrated, with nothing but bare walls and an empty house.

The previous Qin Zheng had even given away his last bit of silver to obtain talismans and make talisman water.

If Wang Er hadn't given him these things, Qin Zheng wouldn't have known how to earn money to survive.

"No need, just take care of yourself first."

Wang Er smiled and shook his head.

After casually finding a place to sit, he looked at Qin Zheng and said solemnly, "The Golden Cicada Gang has been wiped out."

Qin Zheng was stunned for a moment, then he understood. The young master whose head he had severed was the young leader of the Golden Cicada Gang.

And the one who had barged into the execution ground and attacked him, clashing with the garrison captain, was the Golden Cicada Gang leader.

"Did that old guy die?"

Qin Zheng quickly asked.

He must have seen his son's head being chopped off, making him one of Qin Zheng's primary targets for revenge.

If the Golden Cicada Gang hadn't been destroyed, their vast assets would have somewhat hindered their actions.

But now that the Golden Cicada Gang was gone, if the old man was still alive, his revenge wouldn't be constrained by any rules!

In response to Qin Zheng's question, Wang Er shook his head with a grave expression.

Qin Zheng's face instantly darkened, feeling a heavy weight press down on his heart.

This was the worst-case scenario, and the outcome he least wanted to face.

A beast without restraints was the most terrifying when it bit!

He had fought the opponent before, and the martial art that made his whole body glow with golden light was far beyond what his Ghost-head Saber Technique could resist.

If that old man came looking for him now, without the protection of the garrison captain by his side, the outcome was predictable.

He would surely not escape death!

Thinking of this, Qin Zheng's mood grew heavier.

However, at this moment, Wang Er said comfortingly, "You don't need to worry too much. Although Gang Leader Shi isn't dead, he was severely injured by the captain."

"He committed many evil deeds in Black Goose City before, making many enemies."

"These people were afraid to act before due to his strength, but that might not be the case now."

"So, he shouldn't be able to return in the short term, at least not until his injuries have healed."

Qin Zheng nodded upon hearing this, which somewhat eased the pressure in his heart.

However, he also knew that these were Wang Er's words of comfort. While there was some possibility, it wasn't absolute.

Who could be sure that the old geezer wouldn't be blinded by hatred and seek revenge while still gravely injured?

Did the old man fear others, but not him, Qin Zheng, who could be blown away with a single palm strike?

Therefore, Qin Zheng needed martial arts now!

He desperately needed martial arts!

With the Merit Scroll by his side, coupled with the executioner's job, he could quickly raise a martial art to perfection!

As long as he obtained one or a few decent martial arts, he could use merit to elevate them!

His strength would definitely increase significantly!

Once his strength improved, he wouldn't have to fear the old man coming for him!

Furthermore, the old man had committed many evil deeds; killing him in return might even yield a generous amount of merit!

Qin Zheng's mind raced as he pondered where he could obtain martial arts.

But in this world, martial artists held a high status, and martial arts were naturally not accessible to ordinary people.

His past self was alone and had no connections or means to acquire martial arts.

As he thought, Qin Zheng's brows furrowed slowly.

Suddenly, he looked up at the dark-faced man before him and asked with a hint of hope, "Brother Wang, do you know martial arts?"