Who gave you permission to refine demons like this?

Lin Sheng looked at the two pages in his hand and thought of what Wu Rang had reminded him of earlier.

He murmured, "I didn't expect to run into you so soon."

"Offering a thousand taels so readily, they seem to have some financial backing. But who's backing them up? Is it those dojos or something else?"

Lin Sheng sorted out the things he had received and looked out the window in thought. After a moment, the doorman knocked. This time, it was the kitchen staff who brought lunch for the day.

A large bowl of meat buns, green vegetables, and a dish of fish with sauce.

Lin Sheng cleared the table and set out the food, holding a steamed bun in one hand and eating vegetables with the other.

After swallowing a few mouthfuls, he thought, "Sure enough, the only thing I'm sure of is that Wang Binggui must have someone backing him up."

"Other post stations might actually be quite lucrative, but post stations in Taoyuan might not be very profitable."

Lin Sheng firmly believed this, and he could tell from the food. He had heard the cooks in the kitchen say more than once that it wasn't that they didn't want to make good food, but that they simply didn't have the money to buy good food.

The neighboring ranch serves roasted chicken every meal, which shows the difference in financial status.

After finishing his meal, Lin Sheng felt a little hungry and began meditating to cultivate his profound qi, while also taking a break.

"Um?"

Lin Sheng opened his eyes and felt the changes in his body.

Surprisingly, there was an extra amount of mysterious energy that wasn't generated through the bee shadow.

Lin Sheng always knew the amount of Xuan Qi he possessed, and he would generate Xuan Qi daily through the Bee Shadow Technique, stimulating his body.

But now, without using any cultivation techniques, some mysterious energy has spontaneously generated within his body.

After being instructed by his master and senior brothers, Lin Sheng immediately realized that this was a sign that he was beginning to break through to the Pure Blood Realm!

"Pure Blood Realm".

"The body's essence and blood are thoroughly refined, allowing it to generate profound energy on its own without relying on cultivation techniques."

"The first step to completely transcending the mundane world and becoming a true cultivator!"

Entering the country has always been Lin Sheng's goal in his cultivation.

Not only does it mean becoming a true cultivator, but it also means being recognized by the imperial court and receiving corresponding subsidies every month!

At that time, you will also be able to access more cultivation techniques, and...

Obtain an even more powerful demonic aura!

Lin Sheng calmed his excited emotions and counted the days. It had been more than two months since he began cultivating.

"As the weather gets cooler, the practice of cultivation is gradually becoming more active."

"I don't know if I'm considered fast or slow to go from nurturing my cultivation method to breaking through to becoming a cultivator in just two months."

But regardless of the speed, after realizing he had signs of a breakthrough, Lin Sheng developed an even stronger desire for Zhenyuan.

Because Zhenyuan can enhance strength, it will definitely accelerate one's breakthrough progress.

"Right now, the priority is to cultivate while acquiring more precious essences..."

With this thought in mind, Lin Sheng continued to cultivate and transform his profound qi.

Having rested enough and replenished his vital energy, Lin Sheng returned to his seat at the table.

One by one, the information was recorded, including not only the details of the demons but also the uses of the demon materials.

By channeling his profound energy into his fingertips and arm muscles, Lin Sheng could write quickly yet fluently. Combined with the hand speed and experience he had honed in his previous life at school, Lin Sheng's speed was astonishing!

If an ordinary person were to do this, they would be in great pain, complaining endlessly, and it would take them several days to finish.

After finishing the last stroke, Lin Sheng looked out the window; the sky was already tinged with moonlight.

"Bang bang"

There was a knock on the door. Lin Sheng opened it and found Wu Rang holding a candle.

"Mr. Wu, why aren't you home yet, so late?"

"I still have some documents to process, and I noticed you're still here."

"Haven't you finished your work yet? Do what you haven't finished tomorrow. Go back and rest first. The extra work you did today will be counted as extra money and added to your monthly salary."

"It's alright, Mr. Wu, I've already finished."

"All done?"

Wu Rang was a little surprised; he knew there would be a lot of content today.

Wu Rang picked up the top stack of papers from the pile on the table and, by the candlelight, scanned it.

It was quickly put back in the distance.

"As expected of a cultivator, their efficiency is truly admirable."

"The handwriting isn't particularly beautiful, but it's good enough for the post station."

"Okay, I'll put these away for you. You can go back now."

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Mr. Wu."

Lin Sheng was happy to hear that he could leave.

Although keeping records isn't difficult, it's always a joy to be able to leave work.

Wu Rang held the pile of records, looked at them again, seemed to want to say something but didn't, and finally spoke when he saw Lin Sheng about to leave.

"Whenever Lin Suling has free time, he should practice the Imperial Academy style of calligraphy more often."

The official script style was convenient for daily office work and was also the standard for official writing.

"As the saying goes, one's handwriting reflects one's character. If you write well, whether in your work or cultivation, people will take a second look at you when you enter the Martial Virtue Division."

"In the future, we can let him practice the corresponding calligraphy according to his interests, just to get a general understanding of its essence. Too much practice will only make us look like the other way around."

His tone carried a hint of regret: "The path of cultivation has not neglected the principles of conduct and interpersonal relationships."

Lin Sheng understood and immediately thanked him, saying, "Yes, thank you for your guidance, Mr. Wu."

He then said goodbye to Wu Rang and left.

On his way home, under the faint moonlight, Lin Sheng recalled Wu Rang's words.

"Mr. Wu's handwriting is very beautiful. I thought it was just a hobby, but now it seems he is a person with a story."

Lin Sheng had seen Wu Rang write calligraphy; he was proficient in Ouyang Xun's style, clerical script, regular script, and so on. If he were in modern society, he had no doubt that Wu Rang could live a very comfortable life just based on his calligraphy.

However, in dealing with people and situations...

Lin Sheng believes that strength is the most important thing. As long as one is strong enough, one's conduct should be based on his standards.

As the moonlight gradually sank and the clouds obscured the view, the weather grew even colder.

Lin Sheng wrapped his clothes tighter and walked quickly home.

"Let's avoid it, we're carrying heavy cargo."

Just then, a rough-looking man walked towards us, pulling a cart with several heavy wooden barrels on it.

Lin Sheng glanced at the man pulling the cart with both hands and made room for him.

The man looked up at Lin Sheng. The night was too dark, and he seemed to confirm that Lin Sheng was wearing official robes. Then he said in a low voice, "Thank you, sir."

Then continue onward.

"Um."

The two people stepped aside, causing the wooden barrel to sway precariously.

"Bang!"

In a flash, a pale hand burst out of the barrel, like a sharp shuttle, closing in at an extremely short distance, about to sever Lin Sheng's neck.

The blow landed, but it only sliced ​​through the bricks and stones on the street like cutting tofu; there was no room left for Lin Sheng.

"They escaped?" the rough-looking man wondered.

The next moment, he suddenly dodged to the side, and three blades of killing intent sliced ​​through the entire cart and the three wooden barrels on it.

The wooden barrel exploded, revealing three human corpses inside, all cut in half, with blood flowing out.

"What a powerful knife."

Seeing his manhood being cut open, the rough man wasn't angry; instead, he seemed quite interested.

"Brother, how did you find me?"

Can you tell me why you're not? I'll try to act more convincingly next time. Don't worry, I won't treat you unfairly.

In an attempt to disguise himself, he killed several farmers and manipulated his body to observe them, all in an effort to make his disguise more convincing, but he was still exposed.

"I promise I'll leave you a complete corpse when I'm refining it."

Teach me, I won't lose out.

The rough-looking man looked up at Lin Sheng on the rooftop.

The wind howled fiercely, making the official robes flutter loudly.

Lin Sheng gripped the knife, his eyes fixed on the person in front of him.

The other person had yellow teeth and a pleading expression, looking quite innocent.

But based on what the other party had just said, Lin Sheng came to a conclusion.

The other party came specifically to target me!