From the Iron Shirt Technique to physical sanctification

More than a hundred refugees, young and old, all had blank stares, wore tattered hemp clothes, and were emaciated.

As they passed by Zhang Yu and Li Yue, they saw them eating meat buns, and three men immediately rushed over.

The other person didn't speak, their eyes gleaming with greed, and rushed over to snatch the steamed bun. Zhang Yu didn't say anything either, but got up and drew his scalpel.

puff!puff!puff!

He slashed three times in an instant, decapitating the three men.

"Get out of here. If you don't leave in ten breaths, I'll slaughter you all," Zhang Yu said coldly.

The food he carried was only enough for him and Li Yue. The Western Wilderness Continent had suffered from continuous disasters for the past ten years, with countless refugees. He couldn't help or save them at all.

Upon seeing the three bodies, the refugees were not afraid. Instead, dozens of them rushed out, dragged the bodies aside, and started a fire to cook.

Zhang Yu frowned slightly. The famine and cannibalism described in his textbooks came to life in his mind at that moment.

He couldn't care less, so he turned to Li Yue, whose face had turned pale with fright, and said, "Let's go."

"Okay!" Li Yue nodded immediately and hurriedly got up to follow.

Suddenly, a woman among the refugees ran up to Zhang Yu carrying a three- or four-year-old child, then knelt down and kowtowed, pleading, "Sir, please take the child with you."

Behind her were several male refugees with gleaming green eyes, their gazes fixed on the child in her arms.

Zhang Yu glanced at it, a slight struggle running through his mind.

He wasn't a heartless person; he knew what would happen if he ignored it, so he finally spoke up: "Stay within two zhang of me. If you can't keep up, that's your fate."

After saying that, he turned around and continued walking forward with Li Yue, without glancing at the woman holding the child again.

The woman hurriedly got up, carrying her child, and staggered after Zhang Yu.

Niu Mancang lay on the ground not far away, feeling like he was starving to death. He rejected cannibalism from the bottom of his soul, so he had been starving.

He had resigned himself to his fate, thinking that if he were to die, he would die anyway, since he was the only one left in his family.

He saw the woman holding her child and pleading with Zhang Yu, and a wave of sneer washed over him: "Martial artists would help us lowly commoners? Humph!"

But the next second, upon hearing Zhang Yu's words and seeing the woman leave with him, his eyes widened in disbelief and confusion.

"This martial artist... he's not a bad person at heart."

"My matter..."

Niu Mancang is from Niujiazhuang. Half a year ago, he had a happy family: his father, mother, wife, and two children. The family had seven mu of land, and although life was hard, they were able to survive.

However, a wealthy man named Hu from a neighboring village took a fancy to his wife and forcibly abducted her. When his parents tried to stop him, Hu killed them. When the child bit Hu, Hu threw him to his death on the spot.

When Niu Mancang returned from the fields, he found that his parents and two children had been killed, and his wife had been taken away.

He charged madly toward Hu the rich man's house with a machete, but before he could even get inside, he was beaten half to death by the martial artists employed by Hu the rich man.

He thought he was dead, but somehow he pulled through.

Niu Mancang did not go to his death. He went home, buried his parents and children, sold his house and land, and then took the money to the county town to file a complaint.

Half a month later, after he was swindled out of all the money he had earned from selling land and houses by the officials, he was kicked out.

With his house and land gone, he had no choice but to join the ranks of refugees.

He wanted revenge.

He was willing to pay any price for revenge.

Unfortunately, he was a nobody, a lowly commoner, and no one would help him. He wasn't even qualified to risk his life for others.

He begged many martial artists, willing to be their lackeys, even risk his life, just hoping they could help him take revenge.

But none of the martial artists even glanced at him; his life was worthless in their eyes.

That's why he secretly mocked the woman when she came to Zhang Yu with her child in her arms.

But to everyone's surprise, Zhang Yu actually helped the woman. Although he only asked her to carry the child with him, he saved the child's life. Otherwise, the child would have been eaten.

Niu Mancang had just noticed a hint of reluctance in Zhang Yu's eyes and thought to himself, "This martial artist is different."

"The way he looked at that woman and child was as if they were human beings," Niu Mancang thought to himself. "Perhaps about my situation..."

None of the martial artists he had ever met would treat people like them as human beings; he was all too familiar with that look in their eyes. But the emotion in Zhang Yu's eyes just now was different.

The next second, Niu Mancang, who was so hungry that he couldn't even get up, suddenly found the strength to get up and chase after Zhang Yu and the others.

He had been wandering for half a year when he saw a martial artist who looked at them as human beings.

Zhang Yu walked unhurriedly. He had actually used his Eye of Truth to look at the child in the woman's arms. He had initially thought that since the child had come to him for help, perhaps it was a genius disciple arranged for him by heaven.

Unfortunately, after reading it, he realized he was overthinking things.

The child has low aptitude and comprehension for cultivation, and also lacks destiny.

Zhang Yu shook his head and muttered to himself, "Online novels are harmful. The protagonist always encounters geniuses, geniuses that others can't even discover, and then they beg to become the protagonist's apprentice. What empresses, heavenly emperors, demon lords, holy bodies? Bullshit, none of them exist in reality."

As he was inwardly grumbling, he heard hurried footsteps behind him. He turned around and saw a middle-aged man with a full head of white hair staggering after him. (Niu Mancang's hair turned white overnight after his family was destroyed; he was actually only thirty-one years old.)

Zhang Yu stopped, placed his hand on the hilt of his knife, and stared at his opponent.

thump!

Niu Mancang knelt down two zhang away and then kowtowed.

bang bang bang...

He kowtowed more than a dozen times and said, "Master Martial Artist, my name is Niu Mancang. I want to live, so I will follow behind you and will definitely not disturb you."

Zhang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly and was about to refuse. He felt bad about letting the woman carry the child and follow, but he didn't have that much sympathy for a middle-aged man.

After all, he himself was on the run and is probably wanted by the authorities now.

As if possessed, he used his Eye of Truth to look at Niu Mancang.

Name: Niu Mancang

Age: 31

[Cultivation Aptitude: Excellent]

[Comprehension: Low]

[Destiny: Wild Ox Body (Unawakened), Loyal and Honest]

hiss……

Zhang Yu's eyes lit up. This was the second person he had seen with a destiny, besides Li Yue, and the other party's cultivation aptitude was also excellent.

[The Rugged Ox Physique, ranked 69th among the 72 Earthly Fiends, possesses thick skin, great endurance, and immense strength. Cultivating body-refining techniques yields twice the results with half the effort. Awakening conditions...]

"Not bad, not bad, really not bad!" Zhang Yu thought to himself. He was just preparing to practice the third-rate Iron Shirt technique, and now someone was offering him a pillow when he didn't want to sleep.

Furthermore, he possesses a pure and loyal destiny, and once he becomes an apprentice, he will never betray you. How could Zhang Yu not be tempted?

bang bang...

Niu Mancang was still kowtowing, and Zhang Yu almost wanted to go forward and help him up, but he immediately held back.

"Stay calm, stay calm. I am a martial artist, and I must maintain the demeanor of a master," he thought to himself.