My cultivation method shines upon all heavens.

Lu Ming walked south along the main street, where many people wore yellow turbans and stared at each other from the left.

These people had cold, fanatical eyes, like a pack of wolves waiting for a signal.

He lowered his eyes slightly and quickly turned into a small alley, already having a bad feeling.

Sure enough, not long after—

"May Heaven protect us, may all people unite as one, to vanquish the corrupt and tyrannical, and restore peace to our land!"

"The government is corrupt, the people suffer, but the Heavenly Master has appeared to save them!"

Hysterical shouts erupted from the street, and chaotic footsteps surged in like a tide.

The Yellow Turban rebels caused trouble in the city again.

Lu Ming walked quickly through the alley, avoiding the densest crowds, and headed home.

Soon, he noticed the two tails trailing behind him.

He frowned slightly, thinking to himself:

I am currently injured, and it would be inconvenient for me to make a move, and it would also easily expose the origin of my martial arts... I should avoid them for now.

He quickened his pace, weaving rapidly through the alleyways.

However, the person behind them was in hot pursuit, their footsteps growing closer and closer, and they couldn't shake them off no matter what they did.

Lu Ming's brows furrowed more and more, and a murderous intent gradually spread in his eyes.

Just then, the scroll before my eyes suddenly trembled, and the words rippled out like waves:

[Ding! Prodigies from all realms rise up, all heavens pay homage to my attainment of the Dao, new cultivation techniques emerge, the scroll owner may choose one of the following to replace...]

In the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Beasts, Li Xiaoshan comprehended the low-grade spiritual scripture "Howling Bone Technique" from the "Tiger Roar Skill," which can increase bone hardness threefold.

[Cross-Celestial Reach: ★★★, Refine?]

In the vast world of Gangfeng, Qin Xiaotian comprehended the mid-grade spiritual classic "Thunder Tiger Roar" from the "Tiger Roar Skill," which can increase one's qi and blood threefold and bone strength threefold.

[Cross-Celestial Dissemination Rate: ★★★★★, Refine?]

[In the Lingxiao Battle Realm, the Tiger King of Zhenyue comprehended the superior spiritual manual "Prison-Suppressing Tiger Fist" from the "Tiger Roar Skill." Practicing it can increase one's Qi and Blood by three times, bone hardness by three times, and attacks will have a built-in sonic vibration, increasing damage tenfold.]

[Cross-Celestial Dissemination Rate: ★, Refine?]

A fleeting look of surprise crossed Lu Ming's face.

He swayed and quickly turned into a dark and secluded alley, his eyes flashing with cold light.

"Thunder Tiger Roar, refine!"

The moment the thought settles, countless profound insights flood the mind like a tide.

With each breath, the roar of a tiger and the sound of thunder exploded in his chest.

His blood and qi surged like thunder, becoming even more powerful and vigorous;

The joints glowed with a faint blue lightning, growing denser and heavier with each cracking sound.

As the thunder grew louder, the bones inside his body that had been cracked by Wang An began to slowly heal amidst the reverberation of the thunder.

The broken bones returned to their original positions, the cracks healed, and the pain subsided as quickly as the tide receded.

In a short while, the dull pain in my shoulder blade completely disappeared, replaced by a solid and powerful feeling of fullness.

"Indeed... the wonder of the Heavenly Heart Scroll far exceeds my imagination."

He looked down and saw that the content on the scroll had been updated:

[Martial Arts: Thunder Tiger Roar (Mid-grade Spiritual Scripture; Minor Success 40/2000)]

Just then, two figures slowly appeared at the end of the alley.

"Young Master Wang, I knew this little bastard wouldn't get away..."

Liu Tiezhu, panting, clutched his back, a fawning smile plastered on his old face. "You can rest assured."

As the deputy head of the yamen, second only to Wang An, he clearly didn't take Lu Ming seriously at all.

The two of them looked quite disheveled at that moment.

In order to escape from the rioters, the constable's uniform was half off, wrapped around his waist, revealing a dusty short shirt underneath.

Wang Chenghu's face was cold and stern as he walked towards Lu Ming step by step, his boots making a heavy, rhythmic sound as they stomped on the bluestone slabs.

His eyes were filled with ruthlessness as he said in a cold voice:

"You bastard, you ran fast. I heard that outside the city, not only did you not obey Cheng Bao's orders, but you also caused the deaths of San Shi and Ying Ying. Those worthless lives deserve to be punished a thousand times over!"

His words were righteous and stern, and the sense of oppression increased with each step he took.

Liu Tiezhu's eyes darted around, and he quickly stepped forward:

"Young Master Wang, there's no need for you to lift a finger with this little bastard... just leave him to me."

"First break his limbs, then sever his tendons, and throw him into the crowd of rioters. I guarantee he'll die quietly and horribly."

He slowly walked forward, his eyes filled with mockery and malice:

"You little beast, remember to be reborn into a better family in your next life... and don't offend anyone important again."

As soon as he finished speaking, his right fist suddenly gleamed with a cold, hard, blue-gray luster, and with a heavy whistling sound, it smashed towards Lu Ming's face.

"The Great Monument Smasher!"

A strong wind rushed towards my face, and the punches were heavy and powerful.

A glint of vengeful pleasure flashed in Liu Tiezhu's eyes.

The humiliation of being mocked by this kid in the written exam can finally be avenged with interest.

"boom--!"

A punch, imbued with immense force, slammed down with a dull thud.

But the next moment, Liu Tiezhu's face suddenly froze.

Lu Ming raised his left hand slightly, and his five fingers gripped his wrist bone with precision, like iron clamps.

His earth-shattering punch was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, unable to advance even an inch further.

Liu Tiezhu's expression changed drastically.

As a master of the Muscle Building realm, he was among the top even in prison.

If Wang An hadn't been suppressed by Liu Zhiyuan and unable to inherit the position of Registrar, he would have been qualified to compete for the position of Head of the Squad!

Lu Ming looked up, glanced at him indifferently, his eyes full of disdain:

"It's you again, you pest. I remember very clearly the last time Wen Shi tried to scheme against me."

Before he finished speaking, his right fist struck out like lightning, wrapped in a pale blue afterimage of lightning, and slammed heavily into Liu Tiezhu's abdomen.

"boom--!"

With a dull thud of fists colliding, Liu Tiezhu's eyes bulged out, and his body suddenly arched like a shrimp.

Blood gushed from the corner of his mouth, mixed with fragments of his internal organs, splattering onto the bluestone ground.

He struggled to lift his head, but ultimately collapsed powerlessly, falling silent once more.

"Forge...forge the bones!"

Wang Chenghu looked shocked, his face filled with disbelief.

Even with the Wang family as his backer, he has only just barely reached the Muscle Building stage.

This has been highly praised by the clan, who say that he has the same demeanor as his uncle Wang An back then.

But this lowly commoner whom he had always looked down upon was progressing in cultivation much faster than him.

Even knowing that these lowly people were destined for a tragic end, the jealousy in his heart still spread like wildfire, burning his chest.

But he was from a prominent family, so he quickly suppressed his emotions, twisted his body, and darted out of the alley.

Retreat now, there's plenty of time later.

But he had only taken two steps when he heard a rapid whooshing sound behind him.

He turned around abruptly, his pupils shrinking sharply.

Before he knew it, Lu Ming had appeared like a ghost, less than three feet behind him, and slowly uttered cold words:

"Since we can't do anything to Wang An for the time being... we'll start by targeting you."

Wang An bullied him because he was small and weak, so he took his anger out on his nephew. It can be said that karma has its own way of getting back at him.

Wang Chenghu's expression changed drastically.

But in an instant, a cold smile of triumph flashed across his lowered eyes:

"We've been waiting for you! You lowly commoner have no idea of ​​the Wang family's power and influence!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he twisted his body like a tiger turning over, and his right arm suddenly swelled several times.

His clothes ripped open, and a layer of white downy hair emerged densely from under his skin.

His entire arm had become much thicker, his five fingers were bent like hooks, and the tips of his tiger claws gleamed with a cold light, exuding a fierce and savage aura.

"White Tiger Arm!"

Words brimming with murderous intent were squeezed out from between his teeth, and a tiger's claw, gleaming with cold light, came straight for Lu Ming's face.

Its speed and angle were so sharp that its power was no less than that of a full-force attack from an ordinary Bone Forging Realm martial artist.

The special physical characteristics inherited from the Wang family's ancestors are finally beginning to show their brilliance today.

This sudden counterattack caught everyone off guard, and even if Lu Ming wanted to block it, it was too late.

However, Lu Ming showed no sign of panic.

He took a deep breath, his chest suddenly swelled, and then a thunderous sound burst out from deep in his throat.

"roar--!"

The tiger's roar, like thunder, exploded in the alley, the sound waves reverberating against the walls, causing the plaster to flake off.

Wang Chenghu's forward lunge suddenly froze, and his murderous eyes momentarily lost focus.

Thunder Tiger Roar, a sonic shockwave that can stun opponents and also vibrate one's own muscles and bones, temporarily boosting explosive power.

This pause lasted only a moment.

But for Lu Ming, that was enough.

He lunged forward with a fierce and decisive strike, like a thunderous tiger pouncing.

"Mountain-Splitting Tiger Pounces!"

A simple, unadorned punch, crackling with lightning, hurtled straight up and slammed heavily into Wang Chenghu's abdomen.

"Bang--!"

With a muffled thud as the fist pierced flesh, Wang Chenghu suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his body instantly going limp as if his bones had been removed.

In the blink of an eye, the murderous intent in his pupils dissipated into a blank stare.

Lu Ming reached out and grabbed his neck with his five fingers, lifting him up so that his feet were off the ground.

"You bitch...you, you let me go..."

Blood trickled from the corner of Wang Chenghu's mouth, his face turned purple, and his legs kicked weakly.

"Let's talk this out... If you kill me, your uncle... won't let you get away with it..."

Lu Ming glanced at him indifferently, then slapped him across the face.

He was annoyed that a bedbug was always spewing feces. Although he didn't care, he couldn't help but feel annoyed.

“Pah!”

The crisp sound of a slap echoed through the alley.

Wang Chenghu's left cheek swelled up immediately, and all his steel teeth shattered.

Blood mixed with broken teeth flowed from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with humiliation and hatred.

"You...you're dead! Not just you...your mother...your relatives and friends...they're all dead!"

Lu Ming chuckled lightly, his heart unmoved.

It's as if the Wang family would have let them off the hook if he hadn't offended Wang An.

Then, to Wang Chenghu's horrified gaze, he slowly exerted force with his right hand—

"Click."

A crisp cracking sound rang out.

Wang Chenghu's head was tilted to one side at an eerie angle, his pupils completely dilated, and the hatred in his eyes was forever frozen in time.

"You don't need to worry about that."

Lu Ming casually tossed the body into the shadows at the corner of the alley.

They happened to encounter a lot of Yellow Turban rebels on their way here, so they've found the perfect scapegoat.

Moreover, he was using the previously unseen "Thunder Tiger Roar" technique, and he was already injured. Even if Wang An became suspicious, there was no concrete evidence to implicate him.

He quickly searched the two men and found three bottles of Body Tempering Pills, one bottle of Bone Forging Pills, one hundred taels of gold notes, and a few taels of silver before turning to leave.

“Eh…”

A voice suddenly came from above, tinged with amusement:

"So you really didn't die!"