From the Iron Shirt Technique to physical sanctification

After ten days of killing, heads were rolling everywhere.

The common people cheered because they discovered that the noble families and wealthy merchants who used to be able to kill them at will no longer dare to lay a hand on them in Chengtian City.

A young man boldly insulted a merchant, who surprisingly didn't dare order his guards to kill him. Niu Mancang was standing nearby with his patrol team at the time, and the merchant ultimately didn't dare command his guards to act.

Once the first commoner dares to criticize the powerful families and merchants, a second will follow. As more and more commoners discover that the nobles who usually hold their lives in their hands no longer dare to lay a hand on them...

The people gradually became bolder.

In ten days, thanks to the effects of the superior Blood Nourishing Pill, Wen Hua and Li Mazi's injuries had mostly healed.

That evening, Niu Mancang and Zhang Yu ate together, and Niu Mancang reported on the situation of the past few days: "Master, the merchants of Chengtian City are secretly contacting the aristocratic families. They want to pay a True Qi Realm martial artist to destroy our Chengtian Sect."

"Okay, keep an eye on it." Zhang Yu nodded slightly, not taking it to heart.

After posting the three rules, he knew it would definitely attract martial artists at the True Qi Realm.

Zhang Yu had been holding a grudge ever since he failed to kill Sima Zheng, a True Qi Realm martial artist, with a single punch in Fengque City. If he were to fight Sima Zheng again now, he was confident that he could take his life.

"Senior brother, we've been finding more and more corpses of ordinary people in the alleys these past few days. The powerful families and merchants are taking revenge on them," Li Feifei reported.

Because of a shortage of manpower, Zhang Yu also sent Li Feifei out to lead a patrol team.

Li Feifei is a late-stage Dark Force martial artist, considered a master in Chengtian City.

Zhang Yu frowned slightly; he had noticed this phenomenon a few days ago. They could stand up for the people, but they couldn't protect them every single hour of the day.

"Master, this is not only retaliating against the common people, but also a provocation against our Chengtian Sect," Wen Hua continued. "We must find out who did it."

"Yes, we must find the culprit and make an example of him," Niu Mancang and others echoed.

Everyone felt that the murderer should be found, killed as a warning to others, and used to deter the perpetrator.

Zhang Yu didn't rush to speak. After listening to everyone's opinions, he slowly began, "Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime. Tell me, why can powerful families and merchants bully ordinary people?"

"Because aristocratic families and merchants know martial arts," Niu Mancang said.

Years ago, his family was wiped out after his wife was taken away. When Niu Mancang went to seek revenge, he was almost beaten to death by the guards of the wealthy man's family. At that moment, Niu Mancang desperately wanted to learn martial arts and vowed to learn it even at the cost of his life.

Later, he was able to kill the entire wealthy family and avenge his family because he had learned martial arts and become a master of internal strength. Therefore, Niu Mancang had a lot to say about this issue.

"Yes, Mancang is absolutely right. The common people don't know martial arts, so they are bullied and exploited by powerful families and merchants everywhere." Zhang Yu affirmed Niu Mancang's words.

"Senior brother, what do you want to do?" Li Feifei was very smart. After hearing Zhang Yu's words, she looked at Zhang Yu nervously and asked.

"I want to teach martial arts to the people of Chengtian City," Zhang Yu said without hiding anything.

After he wiped out the Wild Wolf Gang, while fleeing for his life, he witnessed the miserable lives of the people of the Western Wilderness Continent, which inspired him to spread his martial arts throughout the world.

Now that he's come this far, he wants to leave something behind.

"Senior brother, no!" While the others remained silent, Li Feifei immediately objected, her expression tense.

"Why?" Zhang Yu asked.

"Senior brother, because you are not strong enough, it's fine if a few dozen people practice martial arts, but if tens of thousands of people practice martial arts, the imperial court will not ignore it. The imperial court represents the interests of all the aristocratic families." Li Feifei said, "The aristocratic families have controlled the Western Wilderness Continent for thousands of years. Senior brother, if you spread martial arts throughout the world, you are digging up the roots of the aristocratic families. They will not let it go unchecked."

Zhang Yu frowned upon hearing Li Feifei's words. He understood perfectly well, but he was already struggling to control his inner thoughts.

"Senior brother, if you were a Qi Condensation Realm martial artist now, and Mancang and the others were all True Qi Realm martial artists, the aristocratic families might accept it if you taught martial arts in Chengtian City, but now..." Li Feifei didn't finish her sentence, but her meaning was already very clear.

"Senior brother, I grew up in a martial arts family. I am a member of a family, and I understand what families care about most," Li Feifei hurriedly added, fearing that Zhang Yu might act recklessly.

After much deliberation, Zhang Yu took a deep breath and finally abandoned his idea of ​​spreading martial arts throughout the city, taking a step back: "What if I recruit ten thousand outer disciples?"

Li Feifei shook her head: "Senior brother, too many will arouse the sensitive nerves of the aristocratic families and the imperial court. You don't have the strength to control them right now."

Zhang Yu gave Li Feifei a displeased look for the first time and said, "I am Elder Shi Cangyue's personal disciple. Can't even that suppress my identity?"

"We can't control them. At most, we can only manage a thousand people. If it exceeds that number, none of the three great empires will allow it," Li Feifei said.

"Alright, starting tomorrow, Chengtian Sect will recruit one thousand nominal disciples for six months of special training, and I will personally teach them martial arts," Zhang Yu said.

This was something he had always wanted to do, so he changed his lazy nature and prepared to teach it himself.

"Master, a thousand people practicing martial arts consume a huge amount of resources every day. We can't afford to support them with our current strength," Li Yue, who had been silent until now, suddenly said.

She manages the warehouse and knows best how many resources Chengtian Sect has.

"Ah!" Zhang Yu, who was originally in high spirits, was suddenly doused with a bucket of cold water.

"Li Yue, didn't the Ghost Alliance's decades of savings come into our warehouse a few days ago? And we also get income from medicinal herbs and demonic beasts every month. Can't we even support a thousand people practicing martial arts?" Zhang Yu asked.

"I can't afford to raise him, Master. Let me explain..." Li Yue took out an account book and began to calculate the accounts for Zhang Yu.

That evening, Zhang Yu's idea was nipped in the bud by Li Feifei and Li Yue.

Li Feifei said it wouldn't work to spread martial arts techniques throughout the city and directly pass on top-notch skills, because it would touch a nerve with the aristocratic families, and he couldn't control it.

Recruiting a thousand nominal disciples to teach them is not enough; their Chengtian Sect's foundation is too weak.

That night, Zhang Yu suffered from insomnia, the first time he had experienced this since his transmigration.

The next morning, with panda eyes, he announced something: Chengtian Sect would recruit a batch of registered disciples every three months, with three hundred people recruited each time for a period of three months, and he would personally teach them martial arts.

Those who can break through the barrier and develop Ming Jin within three months will be promoted to formal disciples; those who fail to break through will be expelled.

According to Li Yue's calculations, the cultivation resources for three hundred people can be sustained.

Zhang Yu's idea was simple: since spreading the word all at once would trigger the sensitive nerves of the aristocratic families, he would teach them in small batches, using his current strength.

Those with exceptional talent will remain to strengthen the foundation of the Chengtian Sect.

Even those with ordinary talent, though driven away, leave behind the seeds of martial arts.

He'll be produced in batches every three months. Over the years, this little butterfly might just be able to shake up the entire Western Wilderness Continent.

Because one begets two, two begets three, and three begets all things.

If you teach 300 people, those 300 people are like 300 seeds; once sown, they may teach 3,000 people...

"There's one more thing. While practicing martial arts, we also need to subtly change their thinking. Thought is the source of all power. We must be half scholarly and half martial arts enthusiasts, spending half the day studying and half the day practicing martial arts." Zhang Yu's thoughts became clearer and clearer.

"I'm going to set the Western Wilderness on fire." Zhang Yu's eyes gleamed.

He suddenly felt full of energy.