Jin Bing seemed to think of something and forcibly suppressed his beastly urges.
Ren Qing did not notice in the slightest. Of course, even if he had, he probably would not have cared.
The Information Flow indicated that he only needed to expend five days of lifespan to master the "Eight Extremities Leg."
It seemed cheap and worthwhile, yet he chose to give it up without much hesitation.
In Ren Qing's view, the so-called Eight Extremities Leg was like an inferior version of an Art. There was no information about advancement either, which meant it had no potential whatsoever.
After cultivating it, one would merely gain somewhat more strength than an ordinary person, yet the Aberration appearing in both legs was far too obvious. The loss outweighed the gain.
However, the technique's information revealed that Chen Yongxing had been using the flesh of his own legs to cultivate disciples long ago. At that time, he probably had not yet reached the point of losing control.
Ren Qing glanced at Jin Bing from the corner of his eye and continued to say nothing.
Time gradually passed. Then footsteps sounded outside the Martial Arts Hall, followed by Chen Lihua's familiar voice. "It's about time for the evening meal."
Everyone was immediately jolted awake.
Ren Qing clearly sensed Jin Bing swallow, before he put on a terrified, trembling expression and said, "Only one more person can be chosen."
"I'll do it."
The dark-skinned man stepped forward resolutely. He even said gratefully, "Senior Brother Jin, thank you for looking after us these past two days."
Yet Jin Bing turned his malicious gaze toward Ren Qing, considering what excuse he could use to intervene and take him away.
At that moment, Ren Qing walked to the door without the slightest hesitation.
Jin Bing could not help revealing a delighted expression. His heart brimmed with hunger for flesh and blood, and he wished he could swallow Ren Qing alive and flay him on the spot.
The dark-skinned man was about to say something, but Jin Bing turned and shot him a cold glance. He immediately felt as though he had fallen into an ice cellar.
"Shut up."
Jin Bing walked out of the Martial Arts Hall, leaving the five remaining people staring at one another.
Chen Lihua remained expressionless as she led Ren Qing deeper into the Martial Arts School.
The narrow passage had no candlelight and was extremely dim, but Ren Qing's night vision allowed him to see many easily overlooked details.
For example, nail scratches on the walls, bloodstains on the floor where corpses had been dragged, and even several fragments of human bone.
The bones had already weathered away. Their owners had been dead for at least several years.
Chen Lihua opened the wooden door at the end of the passage. Before them was a spacious hall filled with Martial Arts School disciples.
They stared at Ren Qing with terrifying gazes.
Ren Qing, however, seemed utterly unconcerned. Familiar as though he were in his own home, he found a seat and sat down. He also noticed an oil cauldron in the center of the hall, and could not help showing an amused expression.
"Please wait a moment, senior brothers and sisters."
Chen Lihua turned and left the hall.
Firewood was stuffed beneath the oil cauldron and lit, while several Martial Arts School disciples sharpened their blades. Jin Bing, meanwhile, did not leave Ren Qing's side by even half a step.
Before long, Chen Lihua returned to the hall. Behind her, several Martial Arts School disciples carried Chen Yongxing's bed on their shoulders.
Chen Yongxing struggled to rise, but his limbs had clearly been bound fast. He could only watch helplessly as he was carried to the side of the oil cauldron.
Even though Ren Qing had anticipated this, he still found it utterly absurd. Yet Chen Yongxing was no good man himself.
The saying "those who commit many injustices will bring about their own destruction" suited him perfectly.
Chen Lihua turned and said, "If you survive what comes next, you may join the Martial Arts School and pursue the Martial Dao with us."
Jin Bing wanted to stop her, but Ren Qing ignored him and walked to the bed.
From Chen Yongxing's angle, he could barely see Ren Qing's half-open eyes. The turning Double Pupils were clearly closely connected to an Art.
He looked shocked and wanted to warn Chen Lihua nearby, but unfortunately, he could not utter a single word.
Based on the information he had gathered, Ren Qing pieced together the Martial Arts School's entire history.
Chen Yongxing had likely begun preparing his own aftermath several years ago. His main concern was who would inherit the Eerie Object after his death.
Although it should have been reclaimed by the Bloodhound Gang, Chen Yongxing wanted even more to pass it down to his disciples.
Yet even if one mastered an Art by devouring Eerie Objects, that did not mean there were no risks at all.
Thus, Chen Yongxing sought another path. He secretly fed his disciples flesh from his own legs, hoping they would gradually adapt to the Aberration.
But Eerie Objects could make people lose their minds. How could ordinary people possibly withstand them? Before long, they began to grow deranged.
Chen Yongxing still did not give up. He fed the leg flesh to newly recruited outsiders, then had the Martial Arts School disciples divide and eat them after killing them.
He thought that adding another step would reduce the side effects, but he had clearly miscalculated. Their minds were still being subtly altered over time.
After the disciples discovered the truth behind the medicinal catalyst, they knew nothing about the Eerie Object of the Martial Human Realm, so they committed the folly of killing the chicken to get the eggs.
Ren Qing asked curiously, "Chen Lihua, when did you discover that Chen Yongxing's flesh and blood was the medicinal catalyst?"
The moment he said that, more than a dozen pairs of murderous eyes fixed upon Ren Qing. Heavy breathing rose and fell one after another.
Ren Qing continued, "I think it must have been several months ago. Otherwise, it would have been rather difficult to quietly control Chen Yongxing with drugs."
Chen Lihua retreated several steps. Jin Bing beside her had long been unable to wait, eager to incite the Martial Arts School disciples into attacking Ren Qing together.
"We absolutely cannot let him go! Only by eating his flesh and drinking his blood..."
Ren Qing directly threw back Chen Yongxing's blanket, exposing his legs.
The flesh on Chen Yongxing's right foot had nearly been carved away completely, leaving only stark White Bone that gave off a rotten stench.
His left foot was still relatively intact, allowing Ren Qing to examine it closely.
It looked fairly ordinary on the surface, but the skin was gray and slightly rough, covered in ravine-like wrinkles.
It gave Ren Qing a feeling similar to elephant hide. This was likely one branch of the Divine Feet Scripture, and its Aberration was not particularly obvious.
Jin Bing could no longer restrain himself and charged forward.
Though both his legs were covered in muscle, he made little sound as he moved. He had deliberately circled around from Ren Qing's blind spot, leaving him seemingly silent as a ghost.
Jin Bing was confident that he could not possibly be noticed. He raised his right foot and viciously kicked at Ren Qing's head.
He seemed to see the scene of brains splattering everywhere, his face filled with irrepressible excitement.
But all of a sudden, Jin Bing's expression turned shocked.
At some point, Ren Qing had turned sideways. His icy gaze fell upon Jin Bing, frightening him so badly that his liver and gallbladder seemed to shatter.
Jin Bing naturally kicked empty air. Then a piercing pain erupted in his left foot, the one supporting his body, and he could not help falling to the ground.
Ren Qing bent down and directly locked Jin Bing's neck in a chokehold. The strength in his arm gradually increased, and Jin Bing's bones immediately began to crack apart.
"I've disliked you for a long time. Who the hell are you putting on an act for?"
Jin Bing's eyes bulged wide as life left them. The surrounding Martial Arts School disciples scattered like birds and beasts.
Strange sounds came from Chen Yongxing's throat. It was impossible to tell whether he wanted to protect his disciples or attack Ren Qing.
Stimulated by the Divine Feet Scripture, he actually began to move, though his remaining lifespan was burned completely away as a result.
But unfortunately, it was utterly useless.
Ren Qing drew his wooden blade and slashed several times.
As chips broke from the blade, Chen Yongxing's spine shattered. His expression looked faintly relieved.
Ren Qing sighed.
What a bother. When one's strength was insufficient, one still had to think of a way to escape...
I revised it for a very, very long time, so it came late.
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