Realm-Hopping Martial Master

Carnivores were brave and fierce.

For those who had not officially set foot on the path of Martial Arts, meat was a cultivation resource!

Only by eating meat could Qi blood be strengthened the fastest.

Jiang Shu had realized this the moment he reached entry-level in Horse Stance. After Qi Blood Sensing, he became even more obsessed with meat. Even a dozen big meat buns each morning were just enough to fill his belly.

Luckily, this was Xuanxing.

If he had been in Pingling County, with the scarcity of meat in the outer city, at best he would have only reached entry-level in Horse Stance by now!

*He had a proficiency panel, and even so, his progress was limited. How much worse must it have been for others in the outer city!*

It could be said that, in Pingling County's outer city, aside from the gang leaders who had influential backers and could rally the gang's power to support their own martial practice,

other Martial Artists could only go to the inner city to serve rich families as retainers in exchange for more meat!

So, within the Green Snake Gang, the only person Jiang Shu needed to be wary of was the gang leader himself.

The Hall Masters and big bosses under him were mostly just Martial Artists who had barely achieved whole-body Qi blood circulation or Qi Blood Transport. But most of them were Martial Artists in name only—their surging Qi blood was likely long depleted in wine and women.

As for the common gang members, they might not even be as strong as dock laborers.

Each of them relied on their status as gang members to act arrogant and unruly, but in truth, their steps were unstable, and their fists were weak.

*What could this kind of scum endure of his punches?*

Jiang Shu's face was covered with cloth. He imagined himself like a hungry tiger leaping from its lair, each step nurturing his momentum.

*In his past life, he died at thirty, holding a deep obsession with eternal life.*

*But he knew even more clearly that immortality was merely the goal. Without the means to kill, even if he gained immortality, he would just be a fat, tender lamb.*

Turtles lived long lives.

*But how many turtles at the marketplace actually lived long?*

*True power belonged to oneself. Only by relying on no one and nothing else could he seek real longevity!*

Bicao Lane.

It marked the border of the three outer-city gangs in Pingling County, famous as a pleasure spot.

He hadn't even gotten close, yet the moans occasionally drifting from the small houses drilled into Jiang Shu's ears like gnats.

*These sounds churned his Qi blood, as if water had splashed into oil.*

Jiang Shu frowned. He honestly hadn't expected his body to react so strongly.

Then again, Qi Blood Sensing was just sensing, after all.

At this Realm, Martial Artists had strong Qi blood and immense appetites for wine and women. Without firm willpower, lingering in such places would, at best, stall their progress, or at worst, weaken their Qi blood until all power was lost, rendering them ordinary men.

Only upon reaching the Realm of Qi Blood Transport, and being able to circulate one's Qi blood, could the lust in one's heart be resisted at all.

So long as one wasn't ensnared by wine and women, Qi blood could be circulated to adjust the state.

He took two deep breaths. Jiang Shu suddenly looked toward the mouth of the lane.

At the alley entrance, a few women in shabby padded jackets, caked with garish make-up, leaned against the doorways and waved. Their skin was rough, a little dark. Their seemingly curvy figures were marred by sagging they couldn't conceal.

In the Da Jing Dynasty, commoners married and bore children early. Even the youngest women taking clients in Bicao Lane were already in their twenties.

*Who knew how many kids they had?*

As for those older, more seasoned prostitutes, some must have had grandchildren by now.

Sure enough, once you saw their faces, no amount of seductive voice could make them appealing.

Jiang Shu, a hard-core face fetishist, snorted coldly and stepped into Bicao Lane.

The third-to-last house at the very end—Zhao Tai sure knew how to pick a spot.

During the hour of You, it was Bicao Lane's busiest time.

There weren't many prostitutes outside. Instead, some of the gang members crowded through from other lanes, carrying wine jars, belching thick, foul odors.

"Say, if these women in Bicao Lane are really that good, how come Hall Master Zheng still likes boys?"

"Hell if I know. At least I'm built big. If Hall Master Zheng took a fancy to me, what would I do?"

"If he likes you, it's not a bad deal, big blackie. Cozy up to Hall Master Zheng, you wouldn't even trade that for a small boss position!"

Jiang Shu quietly regulated his breathing, his pace unhurried. He walked while keeping a close eye on his surroundings.

Killing required strength, guts, and skill.

Getting away clean afterward depended on prior preparation.

Deep in Bicao Lane, the third-to-last house.

The door was left slightly ajar, letting voices out.

Jiang Shu stood at the threshold, eyes cold, listening to the moans and creaking bed inside. A minute or two later, the sounds faded.

"Sir, you're amazing. I..."

Zhao Tai, panting, laughed smugly, "It's almost time, right? My brothers will be here soon. Be sure to treat them well—they're all virgins. Oh, and I'm dealing with something lately. Tell me, how do you make a virgin come to you all obedient, all by themselves?"

"I don't care about virgins or whatever, I only like men like you, sir."

"Hahaha, this matters—help me think about it, and I'll make it worth your while. Come on, get on, think while you blow…"

Satisfied humming began.

Outside, Jiang Shu narrowed his eyes, then suddenly kicked open the door and threw pre-prepared lime powder straight onto the naked bodies writhing on the bed.

"Zhao Tai, die!"

Jiang Shu shouted low.

"Who?"

Zhao Tai, thinking it was a brother dropping by, was totally off guard. Only when his name was called did he sense something was off. He tried to turn, but he forgot there was still a plump body with its head down beneath him.

In an instant, the sharp agony from teeth biting down pierced to his core.

The lime powder in the air got into his eyes as soon as he opened them, burning so badly it was unbearable.

Zhao Tai's heart raced to its limit. He had no idea who he pissed off so badly that someone would kill him in a place like Bicao Lane.

Usually, he gathered with his brothers. Even if they weren't Martial Artists, they could push around paupers or vagrants just by numbers alone.

*But right now, he was all alone.*

Lime to the face, the word "die."

*How could he not feel fear! Terror! Dread!*

"Ah."

The plump prostitute under him, because her head was down, didn't get hit in the eyes with lime. She screamed, blood staining her mouth, but immediately covered her mouth and cowered on the bed, trembling all over.

"Noisy."

He pulled a stun baton from behind his back and threw it at the prostitute, striking her head dead on.

"Bang."

"Have mercy, hero! Spare me, boss! I…I'll give thirty silver, I… I'll pay for my life!" Hearing her wail, Zhao Tai stammered in terror. He couldn't see, didn't know who it was, his legs weak, wanting to flee but unable to stand.

*He hadn't pissed anyone off. Even if he had, surely enough money would buy him his life, right?*

However,

he could never have imagined that the man before him cared nothing for silver. His aura overwhelming, he wasted no time, swinging a fist directly at Zhao Tai's forehead.

"Whoosh!"

The fist stirred the air.

By now, Jiang Shu's single-arm strength had reached over three hundred jin.

With a running start, his punch was several times stronger.

He had started building momentum for this punch back at the Hungry Tiger Martial Hall's courtyard.

He had thrown thousands of punches.

All for this one explosion of killing intent!

I, Jiang Shu, kill this time,

not for profit.

I seek only clarity of thought!

Whoever gets in the way of my thoughts,

kill.

Kill.

Kill!