From Martial Arts Dungeon to Master of Martial Arts

At a lavish banquet.

Zhao Fangxu led Mu Sheng in, clasped his hands in greeting to everyone, and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry we're late today."

The main seat at the front of the banquet was empty, with low tables on both sides filled with food, and a small stool behind each table.

He introduced Mu Sheng to everyone, saying, "This is my junior brother, Mu Sheng. I brought him here today to broaden his horizons. Please take good care of him."

"Of course, of course," the handsome man at the head of the left said with a laugh, opening his folding fan and saying, "We will certainly take good care of this matter. However, Brother Zhao is late, so he must punish himself with three cups of wine."

"Of course." Zhao Fangxu smiled at the man, then turned to Mu Sheng and said, "Junior brother, find a place to sit, relax a bit."

Mu Sheng nodded, turned and walked towards the corner. A young man dressed in a martial arts outfit with the character "武" (martial arts) embroidered on his back nodded to him.

Mu Sheng sat down next to him. This spot was near the window, and looking ahead, she saw that Zhao Fangxu had already sat down in the main seat.

Soon, girls dressed in palace attire came forward and sat down next to each of the seats. There was also a pretty girl next to Mu Sheng, who filled Mu Sheng's wine cup.

Zhao Fangxu picked up the wine glass on the table and said to everyone, "Let's drink together, everyone."

He drank it down in one gulp.

Mu Sheng silently poured the wine from his cup back into the wine pot. Seeing the girl's surprised look, he explained, "I'm not good with wine, but do you have any tea?"

The girl nodded and said, "Please wait a moment, young master. I'll be right back."

The young man beside him chuckled, "I didn't expect your excuse to be the same as mine."

Mu Sheng looked at the young man with surprise, clasped her hands in greeting, and asked, "May I ask which of the Hundred Martial Sect's distinguished disciples you are?"

The clothes the other person was wearing were the uniform of the Hundred Martial Sect.

The young man clasped his hands in greeting and said, "I am Liu Yuqing from the Hundred Martial Sect."

"Mu Sheng of Zhenyuan Temple," Mu Sheng said, clasping his hands in greeting.

Just then, Yang Xing's voice appeared beside Mu Sheng. He looked at Liu Yuqing in front of him, his mouth stretching to his ears.

"The taste of demonic martial arts."

Mu Sheng lowered her eyes and looked away.

Yang Xing was actually just a phantom-like thing; he could not escape from him, nor could he appear in the eyes of others.

He completely ignored Yang Xing, and the maid walked over with small steps and knelt down next to Mu Sheng: "Young master, tea."

She poured Mu Sheng a full cup of tea.

Yang Xing, however, was floating nearby, grinning as he said, "So the testing grounds aren't just my Zhao Family Village; the Hundred Martial Sect is also involved. But the materials they used are far weaker than mine."

Mu Sheng silently took a sip of tea.

It's true what they say: a small temple can have a lot of evil spirits, and a small city can have a lot of trouble.

The matter of demonic martial arts is not over yet; it remains to be seen whether it is connected to the Shangguan family and the city lord's mansion.

"Brother Mu's reputation is not well-known, but to be invited by Brother Zhao, he must have some extraordinary abilities," Liu Yuqing said at this moment.

"I don't have any extraordinary abilities, but I have heard of Brother Liu's reputation. He is a genius disciple of the Hundred Martial Sect." Mu Sheng had heard of him before. It was because of him that the Fierce Tiger Gang came to the north of the city.

"It's all useless." Liu Yuqing held up his wine cup, which was filled with a bluish-green liquid that looked like tea. He squinted at Zhao Fangxu and said, "A little bit of fame is not important. In the end, it is strength that can bring everything. A true man should be like Brother Zhao, who commands a thousand followers."

Mu Sheng looked at Zhao Fangxu and saw that he was surrounded by a crowd.

Although not one of the three great families, the Zhao family is still the second-ranked master of the Transformation Realm in the True Yuan Temple, so they are not weak.

Naturally, he is also someone many people try to win over.

As everyone toasted and drank, their faces soon turned rosy, and many slumped onto the table, already drunk.

Only a few people remained, and like Zhao Fangxu, they were all flushed with health.

Someone spoke up and asked, "Brother Zhao, I've heard that your Zhenyuan Temple is currently selecting inner disciples. Your chances are quite good, aren't they?"

Immediately, someone chimed in, "Yes, Brother Zhao, if you become an inner disciple of the True Essence Temple in the future, you must help us out."

The True Essence Sect is not considered powerful in Changshu, and many people don't even care about it, but that's because the True Essence Sect members in Changshu are all outer disciples.

If one becomes an inner disciple, one will be above everyone else.

Zhao Fangxu smiled and said, "This matter is easier said than done, but the disciples of Zhenyuan Temple all have remarkable skills, so I dare not say that I am absolutely certain of success."

A drunkard spoke up, "Brother Zhao, don't be modest. How can anyone else compare to you? Didn't you bring a disciple from Zhenyuan Temple with you today? Let's call him out and have some fun."

Everyone's eyes were drawn to the table by the window.

"Brother Mu, you're in trouble," Liu Yuqing said quietly from the side, with a hint of schadenfreude.

Mu Sheng simply finished her tea in one gulp, stood up, and said to Zhao Fangxu, "Senior Brother Zhao, now that the banquet is over, I should take my leave."

The drunkard staggered to his feet and looked at Xiang Musheng with a drunken expression, saying, "So you're a disciple of Zhenyuan Temple? Show me a few moves and see if you can compete with Senior Brother Zhao for that inner disciple spot."

Zhao Fangxu also stood up and said to Mu Sheng with an apologetic smile, "Junior brother, this is the young master of the Huang family. Now that the Shangguan family is gone, the Huang family is no weaker than the Shangguan family and is about to occupy the position of the three major families."

This means it's obvious that you shouldn't offend them.

"Brother Zhao is too kind," the man from the Huang family said with a drunken laugh. "Everyone here is quite powerful. Even Brother Zhao's Zhao family could be among the top three families. My Huang family is unworthy of such a position."

The man from the Huang family frowned and looked at Mu Sheng, saying, "Why do I have to pay...?"

Before he could finish speaking, a hand was already pressed against his face, and his head was slammed against the table.

"Bang!" The wooden table shattered into two pieces.

The smile on Zhao Fangxu's face vanished.

Mu Sheng looked at Zhao Fangxu and said, "If Senior Brother wants to know how capable Junior Brother is, wouldn't it be better to test him yourself? Why drag others into this?"

He slowly raised his hand, looking at Zhao Fangxu expressionlessly, and said, "I have indeed been hiding something, but that doesn't mean I can really be manipulated by others."

The room fell silent.

Zhao Fangxu immediately smiled again and said, "Junior brother has misunderstood me. I really didn't have that thought."

"Whether I have ideas or not is no longer important." Mu Sheng looked around at everyone and said, "Is there anyone else who wants me to show off a few moves?"

A woman in a red dress chuckled and said, "These two moves are probably going to kill someone."

Mu Sheng glanced at the woman who spoke; the one in the red dress was a disciple of the Red Feather Pavilion.

There are so many people at this banquet.

He looked at Zhao Fangxu and said, "If Senior Brother is not going to make a move, then Junior Brother will take his leave first."

He was keeping it a secret, but with the inner sect selection imminent, there was no need to hide it too much.