From Martial Arts Dungeon to Master of Martial Arts

A noisy sound rang in her ears, and Mu Sheng opened her eyes and looked around.

It was a small room with a broken front door, which was blocked off with a white coarse cloth.

Before he could react, the white coarse cloth was lifted, and a pale-faced man walked in.

"Doctor, I feel a little unwell."

He sat down directly in front of Mu Sheng, and at that moment Mu Sheng realized that she was sitting at a small table with pulse-taking tools on it. She turned around and saw a red medicine shelf.

He then looked at the man in front of him, who was sitting across from him with his wrists resting on the table, staring straight at him.

"This time, I'm the doctor?"

Mu Sheng frowned, his hand reaching for his waist; the knife was still beside him.

He gripped the knife in one hand and observed the man in front of him. Apart from letting go of the knife and staring straight at him, the man made no other movements.

He drew his long sword and held it to the man's neck, but the man remained unmoved.

"Does it really mean we need medical treatment?"

He had only glanced at the Qingnang Medical Explanation at the time, and had almost forgotten its contents, yet he came to seek treatment at this point.

"Whoosh!" He slashed the man's neck with the knife, and the man turned into a gray light that rushed into Mu Sheng's body.

"We still have to kill... cough cough."

He suddenly started coughing, and a picture of a disease and the corresponding method of preparing the medicine flashed through his mind.

The symptoms are those of a common cold.

"Doctor, I feel a little unwell." Another person lifted the curtain and came in.

Mu Sheng coughed lightly. He seemed to have figured out something. He was seeing the gray light for the first time. After killing someone, the other person's illness transferred to him.

He placed the knife on the table.

"This really requires medical treatment."

The other person also placed their hand on the table, revealing their wrist, and stared directly at Mu Sheng.

Mu Sheng placed her hand on the other person's wrist.

"It's not a cold."

With a sudden swing of the blade, he killed the opponent instantly, who transformed into a streak of gray light and rushed into Mu Sheng's body.

Mu Sheng suddenly felt a heat, but she could still bear it.

The symptoms that came to mind this time were related to heat, mainly the medicinal properties of the herbs and how to make the pills.

Soon the white cloth was lifted again.

The third person also sat down, and Mu Sheng immediately reached out to take his pulse.

It wasn't a cold, nor a fever; with a swift swing of the knife, a new solution to the ailment was found.

"Next."

Mu Sheng naturally took on the role of the doctor.

If it can't be cured, just kill it and say the problem wasn't solved.

...

the next day.

Mu Sheng entered the pharmacy.

"What would you like, sir?" the shopkeeper asked with a smile as he rubbed his hands together.

"Buy some medicinal herbs, lime powder, schizonepeta, thorn flowers..."

With each word Mu Sheng spoke, the shopkeeper's face paled a little more, until finally he was covered in cold sweat.

"Sir, are you going to seek revenge?"

"Do you need to ask me what I need this for?" Mu Sheng asked the shopkeeper. "I'm taking this to treat my illness."

"I won't say anything about the lime powder, but everything else is poisonous." The shopkeeper estimated in his mind that if these things were combined to make medicine, they would be top-notch poison pills.

"It's just fighting poison with poison, shopkeeper, you're overthinking it." Mu Sheng smiled.

Last night he ran the Qingnang Medical Solution dungeon five times.

This instance is different from other instances. Each time, there are thirty random patients inside. If you can't cure them, their symptoms will appear on them.

He survived until the twentieth wave thanks to his Demon Blood Transformation ability, but even his demonic body couldn't withstand the subsequent illnesses, so he had to leave the instance.

Fortunately, he doesn't need to deplete himself now and can restart the dungeon.

This process was repeated four more times until he finally completed the game, and he is now considered a senior physician.

Enough to open a clinic.

[Qingnang Medical Explanation (Complete) (Unlockable)]

Qingnang Medical Explanation specializes in medicinal herbs, with various herbs corresponding to the body's needs. It can resolve most illnesses without acupuncture, just by taking medicine. If it can't resolve an illness, it will use a knife to treat the patient, and then the patient will have to endure the pain.

It can always be resolved.

Now he is not only proficient in medicine, but also has a deep understanding of herbs, and common diseases are no longer a challenge for him.

But after treating the thirtieth patient, the curtain was lifted, and he saw a long queue outside, but the session was over.

Like the True Essence Body Tempering Technique, the Qingnang Medical Explanation has further content, but he did not obtain it.

"So, do you have it or not?!" Mu Sheng asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, we definitely have them," the shopkeeper said with a smile, rubbing his fingers together. "But these things..."

Give us more money.

Mu Sheng patted her clothes and said, "I'm a disciple of Zhenyuan Temple. Are you going to charge me more money?"

"Even if they are disciples of the True Yuan Temple, they shouldn't be so forceful in taking what they want." The shopkeeper, however, was not afraid.

Mu Sheng was a little annoyed, but still said, "Fine."

He still had some money in his pocket, several dozen taels of silver, and his courtyard still held many of his previous treasures, as well as more than two hundred taels of silver in cash.

Mu Yun sent him some money, enough for some of his expenses.

...

When he came out, the innkeeper's voice came from behind him: "Come again next time, sir."

Mu Sheng lifted the cloth bag in his hand, which was full of the medicinal herbs he wanted.

"Hopefully these things will be of some use."

With his current understanding of these medicinal herbs, he can still produce some poisons.

He walked down the street with his things in his hands. There were quite a few more people on the street; this was an inner city street.

It's much quieter than it used to be.

Looking up, you can see towering trees, now bare and visibly withering away.

It's now certain that Yang Xing isn't dead, but it's practically the same as being dead; he's too weak to even appear before him.

As Yang Xing initially stated, he had three more attempts to enter the dungeon without consuming any resources.

He planned to save one time and use both tonight.

One characteristic of entering a dungeon is that time inside the dungeon moves faster than in the real world.

In case of an emergency, he can enter the instance to devise a strategy, or even find a way to temporarily master a martial art, provided that he already has a martial art at hand.

"Brother Mu, are you buying something?" A figure brought Mu Sheng back to his senses, and he turned to see Liu Yuqing looking at him with delight.

"Brother Liu, what a coincidence! One of my senior brothers is ill and in a hurry to return," Mu Sheng said with a smile. "I won't bother you any longer."

He immediately strode forward.

"Huh?!" Liu Yuqing reached out but couldn't stop her in time; Mu Sheng had already blended into the crowd.

The smile on his face slowly faded, and he began to mutter to himself.

"Does he really possess demonic martial arts?"

"Haven't you practiced yet? But demonic martial arts will always leave a trace."

A faint red light emanated from the depths of his pupils.