My martial arts skill bar can be infinitely merged.

Lu Feng gently closed the window sill; he wasn't in a hurry to go out.

It was dark, and leaving the house would lead to too many unexpected things happening.

The black liquid is there and will not disappear.

However, he gained talent from the 'Night Ghost', which gave Lu Feng a lot of inspiration. Could other ghosts have more and stronger talents?

Today's events happened so suddenly that Lu Feng felt even more threatened by the dangers of the world, and he will be more cautious in dealing with things.

Thud!

The small door to the side room made a knocking sound like finger bones.

Yuan lowered his voice and tried to push the door open from the outside, but found that the door was not moving at all. His voice was filled with anxiety.

"Xiao Feng".

Lu Feng walked from the window to the door, unbolted it, and the small wooden door opened with a creak.

In the darkness, her exact appearance was no longer visible; all that could be heard was the voice of her mother, Yuan Shi.

"You weren't scared, were you?"

Her tone was panicked, and you could even sense the fear in Yuan Shi's voice, but she still came to check on Lu Feng's safety as soon as possible.

Lu Feng's expression softened, and his feeling of being out of place in this world lessened considerably, as if a wandering soul had suddenly returned home.

"I'm fine."

Hearing Lu Feng's steady voice, Yuan Shi felt relieved.

Even in the darkness of the main room, the sound of footsteps could be heard, the soles of shoes scraping against the old floor, accompanied by Lu Chen's distinctive voice.

"Alright, everyone's fine now. Go back and rest. We'll do what we always do tomorrow."

Hearing Lu Chen's words, Lu Feng also chimed in, "Mother, let's go back. Nothing will happen tonight."

"Oh, oh." In the darkness, Madam Yuan nodded. "Mother is just worried, just worried."

As the voice was spoken, it was accompanied by the sound of footsteps gradually receding into the distance, and a growing, increasingly faint, almost delirious tone of worry.

Lu Feng closed the small door, his expression not relaxed in the darkness.

Living in such a world, death is so close, but that's only from the perspective of the lower classes. The Taoist temples they learned about during the day are forces that can fight against evil spirits.

With many thoughts in mind, Lu Feng lay down on the small bed. There was no quilt on it, only hard, unsettling wood and a thin, cool mat.

Silent all night.

At dawn, smoke rises from the chimneys.

The Lu family began preparing for the day's meals.

On the same table in the main hall, Lu Feng, who had eaten two coarse flatbreads for breakfast and drank a bowl of hot soup, carried a string of oil paper packages prepared by Lu Chen at Yuan Shi's instruction. This was the necessary donation required for becoming an apprentice.

Lu Feng was wearing a faded, well-fitting cloth shirt, the style of which was very suitable for working.

Just as Yuan was rambling on and on, Lu Chen, who was sitting on a stool drinking porridge, was getting a headache from listening to it and quickly waved his hand to speak.

"Alright, he's not a child anymore, there's no need to keep nagging, let's go."

Lu Feng smiled slightly: "Mother, it's alright for me to become an apprentice and learn skills."

"Mother understands, understands, go ahead, go ahead."

Stepping through the damp, white mist of the front yard, I walked towards the gate. The morning mist still carried a slight odor, and the rustling wind shook the only jujube tree branch in the yard.

Upon reaching the courtyard gate, as he opened it, he casually swiped the black liquid that was invisible to others, and it vanished.

With a creak, the courtyard gate closed naturally, leaving only a small crack.

Lu Feng also disappeared into the courtyard.

As Lu Yi walked forward from the street, he glanced at the virtual display.

[Martial Arts Master: Lu Feng]

[Martial arts points: 3]

[Current cell count: 2/3]

The points have increased by three again, but to completely get rid of the current situation, you need to improve your innate talent, and downloading a low-grade innate talent requires ten points.

With the virtual bar hidden, Lu Feng felt the pancake he had eaten being digested in his stomach and turning into strength in his body. His overall condition was now surprisingly good.

In short, he needed to survive first before thinking about anything else. The black liquid was definitely related to the ghostly harm, and he already had a plan for how to obtain it.

Now, let's go to the place his father arranged for him first.

On the east side, at the southernmost end, is a two-courtyard tiled shop with a sign that reads "Zhang's Butcher Shop" on the outermost side.

The shop has three storefronts: a meat counter in the middle, a tea table for guests on the left, and various knives hanging on the right.

When Lu Feng arrived, the shop was bustling with activity. The owner of the butcher shop was Zhang Dayou, a man in his forties, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, and very tall. He was holding a piece of pork tenderloin and slamming it onto the cutting board, looking at the meat with great satisfaction.

Three more people emerged from the passage behind them: two adults and one child, who were the butcher's assistant and the butcher in charge of pressing the pigs.

The last one to emerge was not much older than Lu Feng. He was wearing patched hemp clothes and was so thin that he was even thinner than Lu Feng. He looked so frail that one might suspect he would be blown away by the wind.

His eyes were red-rimmed, and he stood there, not knowing what to do.

After Zhang Dayou finished arranging the pork on the table, he glanced at the man. His voice was ordinary, revealing neither joy nor sorrow. He then gave instructions to Luo Mu, the second-rate assistant beside him.

"Pay this kid his wages for two days, not a single penny less."

Luo Mu, the second-rate swordsman, responded twice, then turned and walked to the young man in hemp clothing, saying, "Let's go. You need to have some drive to do this kind of work, so don't blame me."

The boy in hemp clothing raised his head, his voice sounding pitiful: "But, but I have nowhere to go, nowhere wants me."

Luo Mu looked at him, counted the copper coins in his hand, and handed them directly to the man's palm.

"Let's go, let's go, we'll have guests soon."

Lu Feng looked at what was in front of him without saying a word. He carried the gifts into the shop and passed by the departing boy in hemp clothing. Out of the corner of his eye, he could still see the boy's dim eyes.

Carrying a string of small bags, Lu Feng stood out in the aisle, but no one paid him any attention as everyone was busy with their own things.

After observing for a moment, Lu Feng determined who the leader was.

Zhang Dayou was arranging meat strips when he heard unfamiliar voices.

"My father, Lu Chen, specifically sent me here to assist Master Zhang."

It was this one sentence that made Zhang Dayou turn his attention over, looking Lu Feng up and down. He moved his body and saw that Lu Feng was a tall and strong man, easily two meters tall.

She looked at Lu Feng as if he were a chick, seemingly quite satisfied with his current physique, and nodded, her voice remaining normal.

"Old Lu told me that there's a good-for-nothing kid coming over. Your gift was good. Let Xiao Luo carry the things and learn from Wu Zi first."

After those words, the atmosphere in the shop suddenly changed. The two people who had been working and ignoring Lu Feng both smiled.

Erbadao chuckled and reached out to accept the gift, patting Lu Feng on the shoulder as he did so. His attitude was much better than when he treated the boy in hemp clothing earlier.

Li Laowu, the fifth son, also came over. He was in charge of sorting the pigs, dividing the meat, and handling the offal and blood.

The reason for hiring apprentices in the following part is that one person simply cannot handle the workload, as the number of pigs slaughtered each day is increasing.

"Come with me."

The muscular Li Laowu was short and stocky, and didn't talk much. He led Lu Feng to the back, occasionally chiming in with words.

Lu Feng nodded in response, shifting his attention away from Zhang Dayou's head.

A row of very conspicuous text floated above Zhang Dayou's head.

[Talent Replica: The Strength of an Ox/Enhances Physical Strength]

【Required Martial Arts Points: 2 / 2 of the current Martial Arts slots】

When Lu Feng saw this data upon arrival, he decided to download it.

The current environment is dangerous, and he cannot let go of any talent that can be converted into combat power. He must first have the ability to fight and survive before he can talk about anything else.

With the martial arts points I already have, it's enough.

Just as he entered the corridor, Lu Feng's heart stirred.

Reissue!

[Replica Successfully Completed]

Two martial arts points disappeared instantly.

Lu Feng didn't immediately choose to load the talent. There were too many people around, and loading the talent would take time to adapt. He didn't want to attract too much attention.