Top-Class Insight: Start with Basic Fist Techniques

Chapter 67: Successful Marrow Replacement, Soaring Vital Energy (3)

Translator: Daoist6fubtiW

“Doctor Lu, is there really no way to deal with the Thirteen Riders of the Great Desert?” Wang Ruohai raised his head, his eyes bloodshot.

“There is a way.”

“What is it?”

“A martial artist at the Divine Power Realm can naturally exterminate the Thirteen Riders of the Great Desert!”

Wang Ruohai’s eyes lit up.

He wasn’t a martial artist, so he didn’t know what the term “Divine Power Realm” represented. He was probably thinking about where to find information about martial artists at this level.

Lu Changsheng didn’t provide a detailed explanation either. Right now, what Wang Ruohai needed most was time to calm his inner grief and anger.

Time passed quickly, and it was now dusk. Lu Changsheng arrived at Master Wu Jing’s apothecary.

Wu Jing hadn’t left the apothecary yet.

Seeing Lu Changsheng, Wu Jing appeared quite pleased.

“Changsheng, have a seat.”

Lu Changsheng sat down, and he smiled, saying, “Master, it’s been a while since 1 last came to see you.”

“Hey, what’s there to see in this old, decrepit man? I can eat, drink, and run around, and I’m not dying anytime soon,” Wu Jing replied.

“Alas, the world has been in chaos lately. Bandits run rampant outside the city, and 1 heard even Small River Village was massacred by those damn bandits. 1 have a few old friends in Small River Village, and now they’re gone…” Wu Jing shook his head and sighed.

After chatting with his master for a while, Lu Changsheng observed that Wu Jing’s health was indeed robust. Although he was old, there was no need to worry about him.

Lu Changsheng then headed towards Miaoshou Garden.

On the way, he saw refugees begging everywhere. Some were children, malnourished and emaciated. When he inquired, they were refugees from the villages surrounding the city, fearing the bandits and seeking shelter within the city.

But how much food could begging provide?

If this continued, many of them would eventually starve.

And if the number of refugees continued to rise, Nanyang City would consider closing its gates.

Lu Changsheng returned to his small courtyard.

By now, the night had fallen completely.

He didn’t light a lamp, leaving the room pitch dark, with his hand invisible in front of his face.

Thud, thud, thud.

Faintly, you could hear the sound of Lu Changsheng’s heart continuously beating in the room.

“The crucial connection between life and death remains elusive,” Lu Changsheng murmured softly.

He had just attempted to “sense” the connection between life and death.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t sense anything, and his mind was a blank slate. Moreover, his emotions were far from calm. Scenes of Shen Ying’s gruesome death, the more than one hundred bodies of the Liu family caravan, Wang Ruohai, his master, and the refugees begging along the streets kept flashing through his mind, one after another.

“To sense the connection between life and death, one must have a focused mind and clear thoughts. But my mind is not focused, and my thoughts are not clear…”

Lu Changsheng was not one to meddle in other people’s affairs; he only wished to practice martial arts quietly to protect himself.

However, once someone starts interacting with others and becomes a part of a social circle, they unconsciously form a familiar territory, much like how animals have a sense of “territory.”

Lu Changsheng didn’t like to meddle in other people’s business, whether it was the bandits in the mountains, the imperial army, or even people like Shen Ying; they were all just passing encounters.

Yet, Lu Changsheng still felt uneasy deep down.

Deep within him, there was a smoldering anger.

The reason was simple: Lu Changsheng had started to consider Nanyang Prefecture as his territory.

No matter how chaotic it was outside, he didn’t want his territory to be in turmoil, and he especially didn’t want the people around him to be in danger. “A restless heart leads to killing!”

Lu Changsheng remembered the night he had slain Li Ji, the “Dragged Blade War God.”

That night, his heart had been restless.

Now, his heart was restless once more.

“Those who disturb my peace shall be punished!”

Lu Changsheng opened his eyes, with only one thought left in his mind.

Then, he used the “Disguise and Change Clothes” technique taught by Li Hongzhuang and donned a different set of clothes.

With a simple transformation, he turned into a robust, bearded man.

“Swoosh.”

In the next moment, Lu Changsheng pushed the door open and vanished into the night..

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