Gou Zai Xianwu Chaos World, Physical Sainthood

Thanks to his simple fisherman's clothes, and the fact that it was broad daylight and he was traveling on official roads, he was able to make a good living environment.

More than an hour later, Lu Cheng arrived safely outside the south gate of Yangcheng County.

Despite it being midday, the city gates were still bustling with people.

The vendors selling water, pears, and steamed buns shouted their wares at the top of their lungs, crowding around any passersby they saw.

Those carrying loads and driving carts shouted "Please lend me your light!" They dared not bump into pedestrians, but instead pushed and shoved the peddlers and vendors, drawing shouts and curses.

Although it was only about 20 miles away from that mudflat, it felt like two different worlds.

After passing through the city gate and squeezing through the crowd, the road became much wider.

Lu Cheng stood by the roadside catching his breath, but his gaze was drawn to six or seven burly men standing on the side of the road ahead.

These men were dressed in various training uniforms, with flags around them bearing the names and introductions of martial arts schools.

Among them, the "Golden Knife Sect," "Divine Leg Hall," and "Iron Palm Sect" are relatively conventional.

The remaining ones, such as "Zhenyue Martial Arts School", "Duanjiang Pavilion" and "Pitian Sword Sect", are a bit too intimidating.

Despite the frightening atmosphere, these people were all very kind.

Whenever someone stops to look around, he will smile and start introducing his martial arts school.

Before long, a crowd gathered, and the men began to show off their martial arts skills.

Lu Cheng's heart stirred, and he immediately focused his mind on [Destiny] and walked towards them.

He looked at it several times, but the golden light in his sea of ​​consciousness did not react at all.

After smilingly refusing the men who wanted to pull him into the museum, Lu Cheng walked to a secluded spot on the road, feeling somewhat worried.

"Is it because these people's kung fu moves are incomplete?"

"Is it necessary to become an apprentice and receive instruction before the [Destiny] can take effect?"

Looking back at Tianming's performance when learning skills from Old Man Ge, it's probably the latter.

"This is a bit troublesome."

In this world, martial arts are revered, and teaching martial arts is a very lucrative profession.

This has made the martial arts world a complex and murky place, where the real and the fake are mixed together, making it difficult to distinguish the genuine from the fraudulent.

Just like these men, they do look quite imposing.

But you can't tell what kind of martial arts school they have just by looking at it.

For Lu Cheng now, time is of the essence and money is of the essence; he cannot afford to lose either.

If you choose the wrong path, you could lose your life.

Just as I was lost in thought, a slightly muffled voice came from behind me:

"Stop looking at them, they're all just fancy names with no real skills."

Along with the sound, a fragrant aroma of braised food wafted into Lu Cheng's nostrils.

Turning my head, I saw a braised pork knuckle as big as my head waving in front of me.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that a short, chubby boy was devouring a pork knuckle, his mouth dripping with oil.

He said that last sentence while he was swallowing the pork knuckle.

He was chewing on a pork knuckle, yet he could still speak clearly enough for everyone to understand him; this chubby guy's verbal skills were truly remarkable.

But the pork knuckle and the mouth are not important; what matters is the content of the words.

Lu Cheng quickly asked:

"A sham? Is all of this a scam?"

The chubby boy behind the pork knuckle shook his head, saying as he ate:

"It's not that they're lying. If their martial arts skills are good enough, they can handle some thugs and ruffians, but if they want to embark on the path of martial arts and become true martial artists, they're far from it."

A true martial arts master would never stoop so low as to go out on the street to recruit disciples like a vendor selling something.

Moreover, those names, like "splitting the sky" and "opening the mountain," are obviously exaggerated and empty boasts.

However, judging from his words, it's not hard to tell that the chubby boy in front of me is someone who understands martial arts in Yangcheng County.

Lu Cheng was worried about not having a way to learn about it, so how could he miss this opportunity?

He immediately asked:

"To be honest, the reason I came here is to find a master to teach me martial arts."

"Now that I've just arrived in Yangcheng, I'm completely clueless about the martial arts schools and their influence in the area. Brother, you seem to know so much about it, could you perhaps offer some guidance?"

Upon hearing this, the chubby boy moved aside from the elbow, revealing his round face behind it:

"Hehe, you've come to the right person."

Having said that, he pointed the elbow at a few men not far away, and held up two fingers with his other hand:

"There are indeed many martial arts schools in Yangcheng County, but not many can be called a sect or have entered the path of martial arts."

"The two most prestigious temples are one Buddhist and one Taoist temple: Tianquan Temple in the north of the city and Cuiyun Temple on Cuiyun Peak in the east of the city."

"The three realms of martial arts are: refining strength, refining the body, and cultivating inner energy."

"Neither of these two sects has any Qi Refining experts, but it is said that they have more than one peak Body Refinement expert."

"With such strength, not only in Yangcheng County, but also in the entire Dongyang Prefecture, they are a force to be reckoned with."

"It would be best if we could join one of these two families, but they have very high requirements. Either you must be a scion of a powerful and influential family, or you must be a person of exceptional talent and talent."

"There are still seven or eight left. Although they are also genuine martial arts lineages, they are somewhat inferior to these two sects in terms of martial arts techniques and internal experts."

"If these two sects are considered second-rate, then the rest can only be considered third- or fourth-rate, and their reputation is limited to Yangcheng County."

After saying that, he took a big bite of the pork knuckle.

What the chubby boy said, especially the so-called "three realms of martial arts," was something Lu Cheng had never encountered before, and his interest immediately increased:

"Three realms of martial arts? Is there some explanation for that?"

The chubby boy took two big bites of the pork knuckle before waving his hand.

"I'm not entirely sure about the specifics, but that's what everyone says. I'll understand once I've taken on a master."

Lu Cheng nodded:

"To be honest, brother, I have no family fortune, only decent comprehension. I wonder what the specific standards are for 'exceptionally talented and exceptionally gifted' at Tianquan Temple and Cuiyun Temple?"

"It's not bad" was Lu Cheng's humble remark.

With the Mandate of Heaven in hand, Lu Cheng believed he should be considered to have "extraordinary talent".

But the chubby boy raised an eyebrow in surprise upon hearing this:

"Comprehension? Who can tell that? Martial arts training is all about innate talent, physical constitution, and vital energy."

"The stronger one's physical constitution and the more vigorous one's blood and energy, the more solid one's foundation will be, and the smoother one's path in martial arts will be."

He patted the fat on his chest and then waved the pork knuckle in his hand:

"Look at me, my blood and energy are so abundant. I still have to eat three pork knuckles a day. This is because I haven't started practicing martial arts yet and can't withstand the effects of medicine, so I'm supplementing my diet first."

"After I learn martial arts, I'll switch to taking pills; that'll be much more effective."

"If you don't have much of a fortune, you're in trouble."

"Martial arts are all about making money."

These words chilled Lu Chengxin to the bone.

But what the chubby boy said did make sense.

Since ancient times, it has always been the case that scholars are poor and martial arts practitioners are rich. Just look at those martial arts practitioners in the past, which one of them didn't come from a wealthy family?

The martial arts in this world are so much more exaggerated than in my previous life, so the energy consumption will only be greater.

I thought seventeen taels of silver was a lot, but after paying tuition, I'm afraid I won't even be able to afford a braised pork knuckle.

Does this mean I really have to go fishing for silver sturgeon all the time?

As for natural talent...

How good can the growth conditions, blood, and bone structure of this body be?

It seems that Tianquan Temple and Cuiyun Temple will not want me.

"What about the remaining seven or eight companies? Since they are much worse than those two, they probably don't have such high requirements either."

The chubby boy, looking like he was "teachable," nodded and said:

"The rest is much easier to discuss. I recommend you go to..."

"Shh, Liu Guicai, you're talking nonsense again." The chubby boy was interrupted by a female voice before he could finish speaking.

Immediately afterwards, a man and a woman squeezed out of the crowd and walked quickly over.

The two were about the same age as the chubby boy, around fourteen or fifteen years old.

The boy was unusually tall, more than half a head taller than Lu Cheng, and almost two meters tall.

But he was extremely thin; when he stood there, he looked no different from a bamboo pole.

The chubby boy was a head and a half shorter than him, but twice as wide. Even the bag he carried was wider than his own back.

The other girl was much more normal. She was about the same height as the chubby boy, with a well-proportioned figure. Although her features weren't particularly striking, she was fair-skinned and clean-cut, and her clothes were just as nice.

Both arms were laden with bags and packages, and she was holding a plum blossom cake in her hand.

The two approached, and the girl complained to the chubby boy very rudely:

"What's wrong with you? I was just buying some cakes and you disappeared. Liu Chang'an and I had to search for you for ages. If this delays your apprenticeship, I won't let you off the hook."

The chubby boy snorted and retorted:

"You still won't let me off the hook?"

"We entered the city at 9:00 AM, and you kept wanting to look at this and buy that. It's already past noon now, so why are you blaming me?"

The little girl frowned, glaring at the chubby boy, about to explode in anger, when the skinny boy beside her quickly spoke up:

"Alright, alright, let's go now, or it'll be too late if you keep arguing."

Having said that, he grabbed one of the two men with each hand and left.

As the chubby boy was being pulled along, he turned back and said to Lu Cheng:

"Didn't you want to find one with lower requirements? Hurry up and keep up. Changfeng Escort Agency is not easy to find. If you lose them, you'll have to wait three months."

Changfeng Escort Agency?

Do security escort agencies also accept disciples?

What does this "three months" mean?

Lu Cheng was immediately filled with many doubts.

But then I thought about it again, and this chubby guy knows so much, so Changfeng Escort Agency must not be a bad place.

In any case, let's go and see what they're up to.

Even if it doesn't work out, it's better to ask for information along the way than to wander around aimlessly and waste time.

Thinking this, they quickly caught up and the four of them disappeared into the crowd in the blink of an eye.