From Martial Arts Dungeon to Master of Martial Arts

Mu Sheng felt a heavy weight in his heart; he was being watched.

The Ming family members looked at each other, all glancing at Mu Sheng.

Mingliu hesitated for a moment before asking, "Should we still go out?"

"Get out!" Mu Sheng looked at the treants gathered at the city gate. He had cleared out quite a few at first, and their numbers had thinned out, making it easier for them to break through now.

He slammed the door shut with a loud "bang!" and sat down on the floor, saying, "Wait until I recover."

He took out a mahogany box from his pocket, opened it, and inside were several pills.

One of them is the Black Jade Life-Strike Pill.

This thing was no longer of much use to him, so he casually tossed it to Mingliu and said, "When you reach the Transformation Realm, this thing can help you enter the Qi Realm, but it's best to transform your strength into qi, otherwise you'll only be able to stay at the Qi Realm level. If you want to advance to the next level, you'll need to find the imperial court. They might have pills for the next level. You should consider it carefully."

"This..." Mingliu looked at the pill in his hand with surprise and doubt.

He knew how precious Qi-level martial artists were; in the city of Changshu, Qi-level martial artists were the pinnacle of the entire city.

"You have great talent. If you use pills, you might ruin your future. If you can avoid using them, then don't." Mu Sheng took out a pill from inside and ate it directly.

A bitter taste spread in my mouth.

These are pills he made based on his medical knowledge. Their main function is to reduce inflammation and relieve pain, and they also have a slightly stimulating effect, but it will take some time for them to take effect.

This is not made from ordinary medicinal materials; most of them are toxic.

There is a fundamental difference between this kind of medicine and pills made from ordinary medicine. The former works quickly but can cause some harm to the body, while the latter works slowly but does not cause any harm to the body.

In a martial arts battle, there isn't much time for him to recover.

Mu Sheng closed his eyes and waited quietly. Soon his body reacted. The pain was disappearing rapidly, and his strength was recovering. He clenched his fist, and the strength in his dantian condensed into energy, which was rapidly returning to its peak.

He suddenly opened his eyes, stood up from the ground, and said to the group, "Now, let's prepare to rush out."

"Okay." Mingliu nodded seriously. For him, Musheng was the most trustworthy person at the moment.

After all, they could even produce such high-quality elixirs.

Mu Sheng grabbed the broadsword, opened the door, and looked at the tree-man hovering outside.

"Charge!!" He took the lead and charged straight ahead.

"Charge!!" Mingliu and his parents roared together, pushing the cart straight ahead.

They could only see Mu Sheng's back as he brandished his broadsword, sending tree-men flying and crashing to the ground in the distance.

They practically carved out a path for them.

The city gate ahead opened.

The group rushed forward and out of the red light. The two people who were struggling on the cart suddenly fell silent, their eyes losing their luster. Fortunately, they were still breathing, otherwise they would have been easily mistaken for dead.

Mu Sheng turned to look at the city gate, where the tree-men remained within the red light, looking at them with resentment.

Mu Sheng withdrew her gaze and looked at a group of people gathered not far away.

Some people looked at Mu Sheng with suspicion; his gleaming silver armor was too conspicuous, making him look like a young general who had come from somewhere.

Several soldiers quickly stepped forward and asked, "And this gentleman is...?"

"Mu Sheng of Zhenyuan Temple." Mu Sheng took off his helmet and looked at the soldiers.

"This..." The soldiers fell silent as they looked at the armor on Xiang Musheng's body.

Armor like this can only be forged by the imperial court, although many forces forge it privately, and no one cares.

But if it actually appears in front of them, they will also be in a difficult situation.

Mu Sheng didn't have time to explain to them. Instead, she quickly walked to the cart and began to check on Mu Yun and the other person.

Although he didn't know much about demons, he could still make out some general ideas.

"Absence disorder." Mu Sheng frowned. This kind of symptom usually only appears after a great shock.

But this time it's clearly completely different from the normal situation.

Do we really need to kill that person outright?

Just then, a carriage slowly approached from a distance. Mu Sheng looked up and saw that it was the Zhenyuan Temple's carriage, which stopped next to her. Jing Yu got off the carriage with his hands behind his back, looked at Mu Sheng and said with a smile, "I told you you would be fine."

Jingqi got off the car and laughed, "Your combat ability is not bad, being able to lead people out from inside. You're not just practicing martial arts blindly."

Some people practice their skills for a long time, but lack combat experience, and are defeated by those who are weaker than themselves.

This kind of thing happens all the time.

Once Jingqi got off the car, the smile on Jingyu's face disappeared.

"Master, Uncle-Master, could you please take a look at my brother and sister-in-law's current condition?" Mu Sheng hurriedly stepped forward and asked.

Jing Yu's face hardened. He stepped forward and glanced at Mu Yun and his wife before solemnly saying, "They've been cursed."

"A curse?" Mu Sheng looked at Jing Yu with surprise and uncertainty.

Jingyu nodded and said, "There are some strange demons that can cast curses on people. These people are marked as food for the demons, and even if they do nothing, they will gradually die."

"However, those ghouls are strange and have similar methods," Jingqi interjected. "This is probably their doing. If they're not in a fixed location, they'll stay in this living dead state indefinitely."

And in a fixed place.

He looked up at the city in the distance, bathed in red light.

"How do we solve this?" Mu Sheng asked in a deep voice.

"Slay the one who cast the curse," Jing Yu said in a deep voice.

Mu Sheng looked at Chang Shu, her hand silently gripping the broadsword beside her.

Jing Yu frowned as she looked at the broadsword; it looked somewhat familiar. "Your sword?"

"I found it on the road," Mu Sheng explained. "This knife is much better than mine."

"Is that so?" Jing Yu withdrew her gaze, her face expressionless and unreadable.

"Are you going in again?"

Mu Sheng nodded and said, "My brother and sister-in-law are still in danger, and the Hundred Martial Sect Master was demonized. Before he died, he told me that the ghoul was not strong. Such a big formation is to condense the body. If he succeeds, he will be at least at the peak of Qi."

This formation of a physical body is not as simple as Yang Xing's advancement to a superior demon; he only needed to devour everyone in the inner city back then.

It's not like that.

"Alright." Jing Yu gave him a meaningful look, but didn't ask how the Hundred Martial Sect Master died, and walked towards the city gate.

"Master?" Mu Sheng looked at Jing Yu's movements with a puzzled expression. "What are you doing?"

Jing Yu's voice drifted from ahead: "Since the evil spirits are here, we martial artists will naturally slay them."

The scripture next to Mu Sheng chuckled and said, "What demon-slaying and monster-exorcising? Our True Essence Temple's rule is that when we encounter such things, we should run as far away as possible. There will always be someone else to clean up the mess."

"It's because you're my master that I don't want to give up on you."

"You talk too much." Jingyu turned and glared at Jingqi angrily.