Becoming a saint begins with apprenticing under the last martial arts champion.

After a brief and polite conversation, Lu Changqing left the Wang family.

Walking on an empty street.

A gentle evening breeze blew, and Lu Changqing felt the heavy silver dollars in his pocket, as if he were dreaming...

One trip to sea gave me a powerful and sustainable talent.

Now I have another hundred dollars!

Even if he has young masters and ladies asking him to do his homework every day, and even if he earns a good income from fishing every day, making three silver dollars a day, it would still take him three months of hard work to earn one hundred silver dollars!

That's all set!

That's more than enough money for skin smoothing!

The weight that had been pressing on Lu Changqing's heart finally lifted.

Once the skin smoothing process is complete, I'll investigate what exactly the Tiger Head Gang is all about...

A ruthless glint flashed in Lu Changqing's eyes.

If we have the strength, we must eradicate this gang completely!

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Soon, Lu Changqing arrived at the village port wharf.

He originally intended to take advantage of the night to go directly into the river and see how effective his swimming talent really was.

But when he got closer, he found that there were still quite a few people gathered by the dock.

By the light of the moon and the dim lamplight.

Lu Changqing saw a group of people dressed in black robes, their heads completely covered by the robes, and holding white umbrellas.

They are not fishermen, but a cult!

These oddly dressed people, holding something in their hands, were throwing it into the water...

Upon seeing this, Lu Changqing's expression changed, and he turned and left.

Umbrella Cult.

In the port city, they were even more notorious than foreigners.

Lu Changqing didn't know the specific methods they used to brainwash or develop followers, but he was certain that the further away from these people he was, the better!

At least in order to maintain their rule and stability, foreigners outwardly reason with people and allow them, to a certain extent, a small portion of human rights.

But the Umbrella Cult is a case of complete brainwashing!

Extremely harmful!

Before Lu Changqing's spiritual wisdom was awakened, he had seen a neighbor join the Umbrella Cult when he was a child. The neighbor then killed his own children, wife, and parents!

They say they're offering sacrifices to heaven and worshipping the gods...

He even went so far as to indiscriminately kill passersby.

Finally, several martial arts experts took action and killed him.

There are many similar cases.

Most importantly, both foreigners and previous dynasties have sent troops to capture and offer rewards for this cult.

The effect, however, was negligible.

Not only can they never be completely eradicated, but after a while, they will grow stronger again.

That's really weird!

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Lu Changqing returned home and pressed the switch.

The dim yellow light from the DVD player cast darkness.

He walked to the bedside and poured all the silver dollars from the cloth bag onto the bed.

The coins clinked together, making a very pleasant "clinking" sound.

Lu Changqing counted them one by one, and they were exactly one hundred, not a penny off.

He couldn't stop smiling.

With money, I feel more confident.

The only downside is that I can't try out my own talent tonight...

Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

Anyway, the talent is already in my hands, and I'll find a quiet night sooner or later.

There's no need to rush.

However, the fact that hunting demons allows the "yin" side of the tai chi symbol to gain energy... must be kept in mind.

After resolving the issues with the Tiger Head Gang and even the eldest brother, we should pay close attention to rumors about demons.

Looking at the deep darkness of the night.

Lu Changqing carefully put the money away and composed himself.

Calm your mind, relax, turn off the lights, and go to sleep.

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Dark as ink.

Village Port Wharf.

After throwing the pieces of flesh stained with green blood into the river, the members of the Umbrella Cult turned around like zombies and headed towards a corner of the western part of the city.

Soon, they arrived at a dilapidated temple where the roof beams were gone and the statues of the gods had collapsed.

Upon entering the temple, the last person in the line removed the hood from their head.

It revealed slender eyes and a philtrum marked with a knife scar.

The man's features were average, but he couldn't hide his fierce aura.

"High Priest!"

"The big fish we raised is dead. Can our church's plans still succeed?"

As his words fell, the silence in the temple seemed to grow even heavier.

After a moment of silence, the person in the lead, who was sitting on a futon below the shrine, also took off his hoodie, revealing a large bald head.

This person has no hair on his head, nor on his face, including his eyebrows.

In addition, the strange tattoos on his face made him look very eerie.

"Mr. Hu, you're in too much of a hurry."

The high priest's voice was somewhat hoarse, as if he rarely spoke, and his tone was unhurried, "The demon fish is just one part of the plan in the port city."

"Its death was indeed somewhat unexpected, but it's nothing serious."

"Our ultimate goal will definitely be achieved."

"At that time, you and I will be blessed by God and gain eternal life and supreme power."

Upon hearing this, the man called "Hu Jun" became somewhat agitated, his entire being filled with unease.

"High Priest, my Tiger Head Gang has a total of more than twenty people. We have practically given everything we own to serve your Holy Church."

"We haven't gained anything yet, and there's been an unexpected incident. Where is the hope? It will be very difficult for us to cooperate in the future!"

"The fish you fed me before had no effect..."

At this point, the high priest's expression remained unchanged, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

After a moment, the high priest stood up and slowly walked to Hu Jun.

He rubbed his hands together for a moment and took out a small dried fish, about the length of his little finger.

"Eat it, and you will gain the power you've always wanted."

"But I want to correct you on one point."

"Mr. Hu".

"You are not working for our church, but dedicating yourself to your boundless future and the God you worship."

The man's face immediately lit up with joy when he received the dried fish.

He clearly didn't take the high priest's words to heart, only nodding in response.

As the high priest returned to his meditation cushion, the man tossed the dried fish into the air and quickly swallowed it.

A few breaths passed.

The man's eyes widened suddenly, the veins on his neck bulged, as if he were suffocating from lack of oxygen.

His eyes turned bloodshot and his lips turned purple.

He collapsed to the ground, struggling violently, like a drowning person desperately trying to survive... or perhaps like a fish that had been swimming but suddenly pulled ashore, unable to breathe...

This process comes and goes quickly.

Three to five seconds passed.

The man stiffened his neck, tilted his head back, and opened his mouth wide.

If someone were to examine their mouth closely, they would see that behind their upper and lower jaws, there were countless tiny, sharp teeth! It was quite horrifying!

At the same time, the man's breathing began to become smooth, instead of struggling and suffocating.

Finally, he recovered completely, just like before.

Then the man named "Hu Jun" came to his senses, lowered his head, clenched his fist, looked at his forearm, waved it casually a couple of times, and then burst into laughter.

Finally, he strode up to the high priest, knelt down, and kowtowed, saying, "Thank you, Your Excellency!"

The high priest shook his head: "Lord Hu, your comprehension is still insufficient."

"This was not given to you by me, but by God."

Hu Jun immediately changed his tune, very quickly, clearly not taking the so-called "God," "creed," "church," and related concepts seriously. "Thank you, God!"

Seeing this, the high priest decided not to waste any more words on such an unenlightened mortal, who would inevitably become useless nourishment in the future, and directly steered the topic back to the main point.

"How's the search for a vessel for someone born with disabilities or impairments, which I asked you to keep an eye out for?"