Martial Arts Sainthood Begins with the Tiger-Taming Fist

In retrospect, Chen Mo is not only exceptionally skilled in martial arts, but also a very upright person.

Wang Jing took a deep breath, feeling somewhat guilty for believing his bedmate's words. Fortunately, no misunderstanding had occurred.

Chen Mo had never met this brother-in-law from the legendary middle-class family, but to be fair, although that family wasn't very good, this brother-in-law wasn't that bad.

"Chen Da..." Wang Jing choked up at this point.

"Brother-in-law, you can just call me Chen Mo."

Wang Jing quietly wiped his sweat. "Okay... Chen Mo, and my cousin, have you moved into the Wu family's house?"

"Yes, I'll be staying here for now," Chen Mo replied briefly.

After chatting with Chen Lan for a few minutes, Wang Jing said he was going to the county town to buy some goods and then left.

After Wang Jing left, Chen Lan told Chen Mo to sit quietly in her guest room and not to move an inch or do any work!

Don't touch the injured arm!

Chen Mo had no choice but to obey, and sat down on the exquisite sandalwood chair, laughing.

Before long, a maid from the Wu family brought in breakfast. Seeing Chen Mo there, she went to get another serving.

Chen Mo looked at the sumptuous breakfast laid out in front of him, and without any hesitation, he wolfed it all down.

Soon after the maid returned home, footsteps could be heard outside again.

Then, Wu Zhiai pushed open the half-closed door, her expression slightly anxious.

"Chen Mo."

Seeing Chen Mo sitting upright at the table with chopsticks in hand, her expression relaxed slightly.

"Sister Ai".

Chen Mo stood up, but Wu Zhiai told him to stay seated.

"Your hand..." Wu Zhiai frowned when she saw the blood seeping through the cloth strips. "You need to have a doctor take care of it."

"No need to trouble yourself." Chen Mo waved his hand. "It's just a superficial injury from the fall, nothing serious. It will heal on its own."

At this moment, Chen Lan also advised, "You should go with Sister Zhi'ai. It will be troublesome if it gets late."

Chen Mo couldn't argue with her, so he had no choice but to agree, but he knew perfectly well that Wu Zhi'ai had something to say to him.

The two left the guest room and entered the inner hall. Wu Zhi'ai's expression was complicated. "It was the Han Sha Gang who did it, wasn't it..."

Chen Mo nodded.

Wu Zhi'ai blamed herself, saying, "It's the Wu family that dragged you into this. The night raid on the caravan and Xu Shan's provocation both had the shadow of the Fierce Sand Gang behind them. You helped the Wu family out of a predicament, but the Wu family has put you in danger..."

Chen Mo smiled and said, "But I also gained valuable practical experience from this experience. Every cloud has a silver lining."

Seeing that Chen Mo did not take his anger out on the Wu family, Wu Zhiai felt a little relieved. "Do you know what happened near your house this morning... The government officials came, along with people from the Black Tiger Gang and the Fierce Sand Gang, all gathered together. You've become famous..."

People are dying every day in Heihe Town.

If the dead are poor people, no one cares. At most, the government will bury the body casually, or simply throw it into the river, where it won't even make a splash.

Human life is as worthless as grass; nothing could be more true.

Yesterday was a little different; the dead were members of the Hansha Gang, two of them at the Ming Jin level, who were considered key members of the gang.

"The government officials and the Black Tiger Gang have arrived?" Chen Mo frowned slightly.

Wu Zhiai gestured for Chen Mo to sit down. "Well, the Black Tiger Hall is essentially the 'government' of Heihe Town. The problem is that the Hansha Gang and the Black Tiger Hall are at odds. Due to the Black Tiger Hall's meddling, and the fact that a neighbor happened to see the two men enter the house with knives, the government ultimately ruled that the two men were killed in self-defense after committing burglary."

Chen Mo breathed a sigh of relief. "Will the authorities summon me?"

After a moment's thought, Wu Zhiai said, "Logically, yes, but sometimes the world isn't so reasonable."

Chen Mo pondered those words.

Even in the small town of Heihe, Chen Mo didn't know much. If he were to participate in the martial arts exam in the future, he would definitely have to come into contact with people from other areas of Anyang County. He needed to understand the various forces in Anyang County in advance.

"Sister Ai, could you tell me about the various factions in Anyang County? I don't know much about it."

Wu Zhiai nodded slightly. "I was planning to bring it up even if you hadn't. Let's start with Heihe Town."

"Heihe Town has the most martial artists outside of Anyang County. In short, you only need to remember 'one hall, one gang, two families, and two schools.' The one hall and one gang are the Black Tiger Hall and the Fierce Sand Gang, and the two families are the Zhao family and the Wu family."

"The Zhao family is powerful and well-known throughout Anyang County. Their patriarch, Zhao Huayuan, is one of the few masters of the Transformation Realm in Anyang County. Our Wu family, on the other hand, has declined and is far from what it used to be."

"As for the two martial arts schools, they are Tianqing Martial Arts School and Panshi Martial Arts School, which you must already know."

Chen Mo nodded, grasping a key point: Zhao Huayuan was a master of internal energy transformation.

But for him, the realm of transformation was a distant dream.

"What about the entire Anyang County?" he asked.

Wu Zhiai took a sip of tea and gently wiped her mouth with her silk sleeve. "The largest families in Anyang County are the Xie family and the Qi family in the county seat, both with experts of the Transformation Realm. There is also the Iron Palm Gang on the outskirts of Anyang, and the wealthiest Hefeng Pawnshop."

"These families, along with the Black Tiger Hall and the Zhao family, constitute the strongest force in Anyang County."

Chen Mo kept them all in mind.

At this moment, Wu Zhiai asked, "You'll be participating in this year's martial arts exam, right? I heard it's even more difficult this year than in previous years."

Chen Mo nodded, "There are limited spots available, but I will try my best to get them."

"If there's anything I can help you with, just let me know," Wu Zhiai said sincerely. "After all, if you get into high school, I'll benefit from it too."

Chen Mo thought about it seriously for a moment, then asked, "Sister Ai, does the Wu family have an iron furnace?"

Wu Zhi'ai frowned slightly. "You mean the blacksmith's workshop where weapons are forged?"

Chen Mo nodded. "Yes, I have a habit of using blacksmithing to train my strength."

That's the only explanation he can offer right now.

Wu Zhiai rubbed her forehead and thought for a moment before saying, "There is one. It used to be used by Master Wu, but it was later abandoned. If you need it, I will have someone clean it out. I remember there should still be some unused iron billets inside."

Upon hearing this, Chen Mo gladly clasped his hands in thanks, "Then thank you very much, Sister Ai."

"Why are you being so polite with me?"

Without any delay, Wu Zhiai immediately ordered people to clean up the abandoned blacksmith shop in the southwest corner.

Chen Mo walked into the slightly crowded blacksmith's workshop. Although it was not large, it was fully equipped with everything: a furnace, bellows, iron billets, charcoal, and all the necessary tools.

"After that, I didn't need to go to the iron furnace as often."

he murmured.

With this private iron furnace, free from the disturbances of others, one can concentrate on research and perhaps achieve greater results in the pursuit of "refining through countless hammer blows and cultivating one's skills amidst mountains and waters".

Thinking of this, Chen Mo lit the furnace and pulled the bellows. The iron billet in the furnace gradually turned red amidst the whooshing sound of the bellows.

……

Tianqing Martial Arts School, Inner Hall.

Ji Chang was worried about Chen Mo's safety, and his fellow disciples were also discussing it amongst themselves.

"It is said that there are two corpses lying in Chen Mo's house, both of them members of the Han Sha Gang, one in the middle stage of Ming Jin and the other in the late stage of Ming Jin."

"Hiss, were they all killed by Chen Mo?"

"But Chen Mo's whereabouts are still unknown, and it seems the government will no longer care."

Upon hearing this news, Ji Chang's heart sank, while the gloom on the faces of some of his fellow disciples faded slightly.

After all, no one wants an opponent who can kill two Ming Jin level cultivators, even if that opponent is their junior brother.

A corner of the inner building.

Sitting quietly, Yin Shanshan had a worried look between her brows.