Actually, Recklessness is the Simplest

Then Jin Bing seemed to think of something and forcibly suppressed his bestial urges.

Ren Qing paid no attention to this at all—though even if he had noticed, he likely wouldn't have cared.

The Information Flow prompted that consuming only five days of lifespan would be enough to master the "Eight Extremities Leg."

It seemed like a good deal, but without much hesitation, he chose to pass.

In Ren Qing's view, the so-called Eight Extremities Leg was nothing more than a degraded version of sorcery, and since no advancement information appeared, it clearly had no potential.

After training, it would grant a bit more strength than an ordinary person, but the leg's obvious mutation made it far more loss than gain.

Still, from the technique's information, he could tell that Chen Yongxing had long been using his own leg flesh to cultivate disciples, back when he probably hadn't yet lost control.

Ren Qing glanced sidelong at Jin Bing and continued to keep silent.

Time gradually passed, until footsteps sounded from outside the Martial Arts Hall, and Chen Lihua's familiar voice rang out: "It's about time for the night meal."

Everyone snapped awake.

Ren Qing clearly sensed Jin Bing swallow his saliva, then put on a look of feigned fear and said, "We can only choose one more."

"I'll do it."

The dark-skinned man stepped forward resolutely, adding gratefully, "Senior Brother Jin, thank you for looking after me these past two days."

But 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 unhesitatingly walked to the door.

Jin Bing couldn't help the joy spreading across his face, his mind filled with nothing but craving for flesh and blood, eager to devour Ren Qing alive on the spot.

The dark-skinned man was about to say something, but Jin Bing turned and shot him a cold glare, and he instantly felt as if he'd fallen into an ice cavern.

"Shut up."

Jin Bing walked out of the Martial Arts Hall, leaving the five of them staring at each other.

Chen Lihua remained expressionless as she led Ren Qing deeper into the martial arts school.

The narrow corridor had no candlelight, making it extremely dim, but Ren Qing's night vision caught many subtle details.

Scratches from fingernails on the walls, bloodstains from dragged bodies on the floor, and even a few fragments of human bone.

The bones had weathered—at least several years since death.

Chen Lihua opened the wooden door at the end of the hallway, revealing a spacious hall filled with martial arts disciples.

They stared at Ren Qing with terrifying eyes.

But Ren Qing seemed unperturbed, casually finding a seat as if he belonged there, and noticed an oil cauldron in the center of the hall, a playful expression crossing his face.

"Please wait for me a moment, fellow disciples."

Chen Lihua turned and left the hall.

Firewood was added to the oil cauldron to heat it up, and some disciples began sharpening knives, while Jin Bing stuck close to Ren Qing.

Before long, Chen Lihua returned to the hall, followed by several disciples carrying Chen Yongxing's bed on their shoulders.

Chen Yongxing struggled to sit up, but his limbs were clearly tied fast, and he could only watch helplessly as they carried him to the cauldron.

Even though Ren Qing had anticipated this, he still found it utterly absurd—but then again, Chen Yongxing was no saint.

"Those who do evil will eventually bring ruin upon themselves" fit perfectly.

Chen Lihua turned and said, "If you can survive this, you may join the martial school and pursue the Martial Dao with us."

Jin Bing wanted to speak up to stop her, but Ren Qing had already walked over to the bed on his own.

From his angle, Chen Yongxing could barely make out Ren Qing's half-open eyes, the rotating Double Pupils clearly linked to sorcery.

His face filled with shock as he tried to warn Chen Lihua nearby, but not a single word came out.

Based on the information he'd gathered, Ren Qing pieced together the martial school's full story.

Chen Yongxing had likely been preparing for his own death for years, mainly worried about what would happen to the Eerie Object after he died.

Though it should have been reclaimed by the Bloodhound Gang, Chen Yongxing wanted to pass it on to his disciples instead.

But even mastering sorcery by devouring Eerie Objects didn't mean there was no risk.

So Chen Yongxing took a different path, secretly feeding his own leg flesh to his disciples, hoping to gradually acclimate them to the mutation.

But Eerie Objects drive people mad—how could ordinary people resist? Before long, they started losing their minds.

Still, Chen Yongxing didn't give up. He fed leg flesh to newly recruited disciples, killed them, and then had the martial school disciples share the meat.

He thought this extra step would reduce the side effects, but he miscalculated—their minds were still subtly corrupted.

When the disciples discovered the truth about the "medicine," they didn't understand the Eerie Object of the Martial Human Realm either, so they did something foolish—killing the goose that laid the golden egg.

Ren Qing asked curiously, "Chen Lihua, when did you find out that Chen Yongxing's flesh was the medicine?"

The moment the words left his mouth, over a dozen pairs of murderous eyes locked onto Ren Qing, heavy breathing rising and falling.

Ren Qing continued, "I'd say it's been a few months, right? Otherwise, quietly drugging Chen Yongxing into submission would have been quite difficult."

Chen Lihua took several steps back, while Jin Bing beside her was already itching to incite the disciples into a mob attack.

"We absolutely cannot let him go. Only by eating his flesh and drinking his blood..."

Ren Qing pulled back Chen Yongxing's blanket without hesitation, exposing the man's legs.

The flesh on Chen Yongxing's right foot had been nearly scraped clean, leaving only a stinking pile of white bone.

His left foot was relatively intact, and Ren Qing took the chance to examine it closely.

On the surface, it looked fairly ordinary, but the skin was a grayish color, slightly rough, and covered in furrowed wrinkles like ravines.

To Ren Qing, it felt similar to elephant hide. This was likely one of the branches of the Divine Feet Scripture, but the mutation was not obvious.

Jin Bing could no longer hold back and charged forward.

Despite the muscles packed around his legs, the sound of his steps was surprisingly light. He had deliberately circled around from a blind spot, moving without a sound.

Jin Bing was confident he wouldn't be detected. He raised his right foot with force and stomped toward Ren Qing's head.

He could already picture brains splattering everywhere, his face barely containing his excitement.

But suddenly, Jin Bing's expression twisted into shock.

Ren Qing, who had been right in front of him, had somehow turned sideways. His cold gaze locked onto Jin Bing, instantly terrifying him to the point of shattering his courage.

Jin Bing's kick missed, as expected. Then a sharp pain erupted from his left leg, the one supporting his weight, and he collapsed to the ground.

Ren Qing bent down and locked his arm around Jin Bing's neck. The pressure in his arm gradually increased, and soon the bones cracked.

"I've been sick of your act for a long time. Who do you think you're pretending to be?"

Jin Bing's eyes bulged wide as the life drained from them. The surrounding martial arts disciples scattered like startled birds.

A strange sound came from Chen Yongxing's throat. It was unclear whether he was trying to protect his disciples or attack Ren Qing.

Stimulated by the Divine Feet Scripture, he actually began to move, but the last of his lifespan burned away in the process.

It was all useless, though.

Ren Qing pulled out his wooden blade and slashed several times.

As the blade's edge chipped, Chen Yongxing's spine shattered. A faint look of relief crossed his face.

Ren Qing sighed.

What a hassle. Not strong enough, and still having to think of ways to escape...

I've been revising for so long, that's why I'm late.