From Martial Arts Dungeon to Master of Martial Arts

In the end, Zhao Fangxu did not stop Mu Sheng from leaving.

Just as Mu Sheng said, he was testing Mu Sheng's strength, after all, she was able to become a favorite of Jing Yu.

He naturally wanted to know the other party's specific strength and whether they were hiding anything.

He had considered that the other party might be hiding something, but he never expected that the other party would attack so ruthlessly.

"This person is rather arrogant," a woman dressed in palace attire said in a deep voice. "He probably doesn't take us seriously."

"Because he only practiced martial arts for four months." Zhao Fangxu's smile faded, and his voice became deep.

In just four months, he has acquired such strength. Although he saw Mu Sheng make her move, he was too late to stop her.

At the very least, it's internal strength.

Four months of hidden strength—that's the speed of a young prodigy.

But the real danger lies in the opponent's use of neutralizing force, not hidden force.

What does it mean to reach the Transformation Realm in four months? Even for Li Suyun, who has the strongest talent, it took her half a year.

This Mu Sheng is probably more talented than Li Suyun, no, to be precise, she has a higher level of comprehension.

Because he had also heard Jingyu praise Musheng's comprehension.

Everyone fell silent. Not all of them were martial artists, but they all knew what it meant to reach the Transformation Realm in four months.

At least Chang Shu did not have such a person.

The woman from the Red Feather Pavilion stood up, clasped her hands in greeting, and said, "Brother Zhao has brought this junior brother, who is quite interesting. This banquet should be over now, so I won't stay any longer."

"Miss Li, I won't stay any longer," Zhao Fangxu said, clasping his hands in a fist salute.

This person is also a member of the Li family, and is Li Suyun's cousin.

"Then we'll take our leave as well." A disciple of the Hundred Martial Sect stood up, turned to Liu Yuqing, and said, "Junior Brother is leaving."

As the people from the two major martial arts sects left, the others also left in twos and threes.

Zhao Fangxu's face darkened completely. In fact, he valued Mu Sheng quite a bit, and this test was just a casual gesture.

But now he has to take it seriously.

"This kid is really good at hiding his true abilities."

If he had known from the beginning that the other party had such talent, how could he have allowed the Huang family to test him like this?

He coldly stared at the Huang family man lying on the shattered table, who had fallen into a coma.

"More trouble than they're worth."

He turned and left with a flick of his sleeve.

...

Following the dim moonlight, Mu Sheng was walking towards Zhenyuan Temple.

But halfway there, he turned around and asked, "What's the meaning of you following me, friend?"

They didn't even try to conceal their footsteps.

The woman from the Red Feather Pavilion emerged from the shadows with a charming laugh and said, "I find Brother Mu to be quite straightforward, and I would like to be friends with you."

"I don't need any friends," Mu Sheng said coldly.

Offering unsolicited favors is either a sign of malice or theft.

He didn't believe the other person was really making friends.

"My Red Feather Pavilion has quite a few beautiful female disciples. If Brother Mu wants to go to the inner sect to settle down and have children, I can help you make the connection. Having more friends means having more options, right?" the woman said with a sweet laugh.

Mu Sheng turned and left, showing no interest whatsoever.

"What a utterly unfunny man!" The woman stomped her foot angrily and shouted, "Hey, my name is Li Qiong, I'm Li Suyun's cousin. Don't you want to learn about your senior sister from me?"

Mu Sheng ignored what followed. He was very interested in the senior sister's strength, but not in the person herself.

It's not that he doesn't like women; it's just that he's too weak right now and has no interest in discussing anything else.

He returned to Zhenyuan Temple alone this time, and went back to his room.

Yang Xing's figure appeared and disappeared before his eyes.

Mu Sheng looked up at him and asked, "What does that demonic aura mean?"

"Liu Yuqing has the same demonic aura as me, but the things he uses are not as good as mine, nor are they as plentiful. However, his body has undergone some subtle changes." Yang Xing floated in front of Mu Sheng and said with a smile, "This might improve his aptitude, but improving aptitude is not so easy. You know, demons don't need any innate talent or bone age."

The so-called "root bone" is actually the density of the bones. The higher the density, the greater the force it can withstand, and the faster the body can adapt to martial arts and quickly develop strength.

Moreover, the effects achieved by high-intensity training will inevitably exceed those of people with low bone density.

Mu Sheng's poor bone structure means that his bone density is no different from that of a normal person.

Bone age, on the other hand, gradually becomes fixed with age. If one has good bone structure, it can still be improved, but if one has poor bone structure, it is tantamount to a death sentence.

Demons, on the other hand, don't need any special physical attributes or bone age; becoming stronger is very simple for them.

All you need to do is eat people.

Mu Sheng's eyes were deep, but what exactly was going on with Liu Yuqing? Now the City Lord's Mansion and others were trying to distance themselves from the Demon Martial Arts.

They certainly wouldn't let Liu Yuqing continue to live, but the cleanup work has already begun, and Liu Yuqing is still alive and well.

Was his existence completely undetected, or was it covered up by someone?

Mu Sheng slowly closed his eyes; he had no time to concern himself with this matter.

"Martial Arts Dungeon, Qingnang Medical Solution Activated."

"You son of a bitch..." Yang Xing's expression changed, and his body began to feel as if it were being absorbed by something.

Again?

...

Within the Zhenyuan Temple.

Jing Yu was holding a night lamp, looking at the detailed list of the twelve disciples in front of him, but he drew a question mark on Mu Sheng's notebook.

He knew the other disciples well, but he didn't know much about Mu Sheng, because he found that this disciple liked to hide her strength.

"What are you looking at?" a faint voice came from the side.

Jing Yu slapped back with her palm, and the person behind her met her palm in return.

With a "thump!" he turned around and saw a middle-aged man with a full head of silver hair gracefully landing on the ground.

Jing Yu looked at him in surprise and asked, "Why is it you here?... "

"Junior brother."

The middle-aged man looked at Jing Yu and said quietly, "I came to see how your recovery is going. Your palm strength has recovered quite well."

Jing Yu's smile vanished, replaced by a grim expression: "He's not dead yet."

The middle-aged man sighed and said, "Even the sect can't do anything about it; we can't afford to offend that person."

Jing Yu turned to look at the notebook in her hand and said, "Of course I know, otherwise I wouldn't be staying here so obediently."

The middle-aged man stepped forward, looked at the notebook in Jing Yu's hand, and asked, "Are there any promising talents you've identified?"

"There are two." Jing Yu lightly traced the question mark above Mu Sheng's name in the notebook with her finger, then casually tossed it to the middle-aged man and asked, "You're in charge of this inner sect selection, so how many spots are there?"

"It's one," the middle-aged man said. "The True Essence Temple has many branches, and this place is too remote, so the sect only gave us one spot."

"Is that so?" Jing Yu's expression remained unchanged, his gaze deep and unfathomable.

Just one.