From the Iron Shirt Technique to physical sanctification

"Mancang, Yandao, you two take some men to the Ghost Alliance and bring back the things from their warehouse," Zhang Yu instructed Niu Mancang and Yandao in front of Mo Laogui.

"Yes, Master!"

"Yes, Master!"

The two men clasped their hands in greeting, then turned and left with their men.

As Mo Laogui watched Niu Mancang and Yan Dao leave, his heart bled. The things in the Ghost Alliance's warehouse were the culmination of his decades of hard work.

A hint of anger flashed across his face, and his fists clenched involuntarily.

Snapped!

Zhang Yu suddenly patted Mo Laogui on the shoulder, staring at him: "Chief Mo, are you heartbroken?"

Mo Laogui felt as if Zhang Yu's hand was a mountain pressing down on his shoulder, filled with terrifying power, as if his body would immediately disintegrate if he uttered a single wrong word.

He felt a deep-seated fear.

"No, no, everything in the Ghost Alliance belongs to Young Master Zhang. I only beg Young Master Zhang to spare my life." Old Ghost Mo knelt down.

Zhang Yu didn't say anything, stared at him for a few seconds, and then moved his hand away.

call……

Old Ghost Mo exhaled a breath of turbid air, feeling as if he had just walked through the gates of hell.

"Chief Mo, please sit down. Now let's talk about Iron Bear," Zhang Yu said.

"Young Master Zhang, I can speak standing up."

"Sit down when I tell you to." Zhang Yu glared at him.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Old Ghost Mo hurriedly sat down on the chair next to him.

He felt that Zhang Yu was crazy, and he was always on tenterhooks and trembling with fear when he was by Zhang Yu's side.

"Young Master Zhang, ten days ago a man in black came to see me..." Old Ghost Mo did not hide anything and recounted the whole story in detail.

After listening, Zhang Yu remained expressionless. He already had his suspicions about this matter, and they were either the Ye family or the Sima family.

"Chief Mo, which family do you think this man in black belongs to?" Zhang Yu asked. "You'd better answer carefully."

Mo Laogui gently wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling extremely unwilling to answer, but fearing that Zhang Yu would be angry if he didn't, he could only bite the bullet and say, "Young Master Zhang, I heard that your master killed the heads of the Ye and Sima families in Fengque City because of your matter."

She paused here, looked up at Zhang Yu, and then continued, "Young Master Zhang, I think that man in black might be related to the Sima family."

"Of course, I'm just guessing, there's no evidence whatsoever," Mo Laogui added.

"Okay, I understand." Zhang Yu nodded, then waved for Mo Laogui to leave.

Mo Laogui felt as if he had been granted a pardon and immediately got up to leave. He didn't want to stay with Zhang Yu for even a moment longer; the pressure was too great.

"The Sima family? Sima Yan is already dead. Who would most want me dead?" Zhang Yu pondered to himself, and then a figure appeared in his mind.

Sima Zheng!

Sima Zheng was sent flying by his punch.

The prodigy of the Western Wilderness Continent, a 28-year-old True Qi Realm martial artist, was sent flying by a single punch from a Transformation Realm martial artist. If it were him... he would definitely hate himself to death.

That makes sense.

Because Shi Cangyue had just killed Sima Yan, the other members of the Sima family dared not offend Shi Cangyue at this time.

Unless one hates him to the extreme, to the point that it becomes a demon in one's heart or an obstacle to one's cultivation, one would not take action at this time.

"Sima Zheng!" Zhang Yu muttered the name softly, "The day I reach the True Qi Realm will be your death day."

After dealing with Mo Laogui's matter, Zhang Yu turned to look at Wen Hua, who was covered in injuries, his gaze filled with anger.

"Wen Hua!"

Upon seeing Zhang Yu's eyes, Wen Hua knelt down on the ground with a thud.

"Master!"

"Do you know you're wrong?" Zhang Yu asked, suppressing his anger.

Wen Huashuang possesses excellent aptitude and comprehension, making him a little genius. He has abundant cultivation resources, and most importantly, before leaving Cangmang City, he used the true essence of martial arts to temper his body every day, increasing the absorption of the Blood Nourishing Pill.

Before leaving, Wen Hua had already touched the threshold of internal strength. With the other party's aptitude and comprehension, he would definitely be able to break through within ten days.

Indeed, on the eighth day after Zhang Yu left Cangmang City, Wen Hua broke through the barrier of Dark Force and became a Dark Force martial artist.

Five months have passed, and Wen Hua is still only at the initial stage of Dark Force, with little progress. Most importantly, he can only provide Zhang Yu with 35 points of proficiency each day.

Given his exceptional talent and comprehension, his score shouldn't be so low; it should be at least 100 points to be worthy of his abilities.

Then there's only one answer: Wen Hua didn't work hard at cultivation.

"This disciple was wrong," Wen Hua said, his eyes brimming with tears.

He truly knows he was wrong.

When he was fighting with Tie Xiong, he saw one gang member after another rushing forward fearlessly and dying, and he was powerless to do anything about it.

At that moment, Wen Hua regretted it. He hated himself for not working harder in his cultivation and becoming stronger, so that so many of his brothers in the gang wouldn't have died so tragically.

"Where did we go wrong?" Zhang Yu asked.

He found it strange. He had thought that Wen Hua had not realized his mistake, but now it seemed that the other party not only realized it, but also realized it very clearly.

This was the first time he had seen Wen Hua cry. When they first met, Wen Hua hadn't cried even when he was being beaten to death by the Black Tiger Gang members.

"Master, it was I who caused the deaths of many brothers in the gang. If I had worked harder in my cultivation and become stronger, perhaps they wouldn't have died," Wen Hua said.

Zhang Yu looked at him, wanting to say a few words of comfort, but ultimately held back.

A loud drum doesn't need a heavy hammer.

But this time, Zhang Yu wanted to strike Wen Hua with a heavy blow.

"Remember this lesson. From now on, you must live on with their lives on your shoulders, become strong, strong enough to protect those you want to protect," Zhang Yu said.

"Yes, Master, I must become strong, so strong that no one dares to lay a hand on the people I protect." Wen Hua's eyes were bloodshot.

Zhang Yu reached out and patted his shoulder: "Take good care of your injury first."

Suddenly, Zhang Yu sensed a slight change in Wen Hua's destiny, so he looked at the system panel.

Name: Wen Hua

[Destiny: Loyal and Righteous (Activating the power of righteousness doubles cultivation speed)]

hiss……

Good guy.

The power of righteousness has been activated, doubling the cultivation speed.

It seems that one's destiny is indeed not simple, and it is not static.

People with a special destiny are considered to be favored by heaven.

Zhang Yu secretly speculated in his heart.

As dusk approached, Niu Mancang and Yan Dao brought back over fifty cartloads of supplies and money from the Ghost Alliance, including ten cartloads of medicinal herbs and twenty cartloads of demon beast meat. The Ghost Alliance had originally planned to transport them to the Ye family of Daqi that day, and they had already loaded and packed them up, but Niu Mancang intercepted them and brought them back.

That evening, Zhang Yu had dinner with his apprentices and announced a decision.

Starting today, the Black Tiger Gang is disbanded and the Chengtian Sect is established, with Zhang Yu as its leader. The Chengtian Sect's mission is to inherit the mandate of Heaven, spread martial arts throughout the world, and protect the common people.

Within ten days, Cangmang City will be renamed Chengtian City and brought under the management of Chengtian Sect.

Taking control of a city is not just a matter of words; it requires blood and lives.