Becoming a Saint Starts with Copying Martial Arts

Chapter 65 Wang Ling's Order to Grant Gold

However, he hesitated. The newcomer's strength was unfathomable, and his temperament was extraordinary. His voice was extremely cold when he spoke, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, as if he were facing a puppet rather than a person.

Looking at his attire, the loose white robes still couldn't hide his robust physique, and there was a blood-red sword on his back, which was clearly no ordinary weapon.

Just as he hesitated, Wang Ling said coldly, "What? You don't dare to admit it, afraid I'll snatch it from you? Your mediocre skills are no different from a child's in my eyes. Even if you've learned the Tathagata Fist Manual, I can kill you with a single finger."

"My name is Lin Qing. What I just used was indeed the Tathagata Fist Manual. You must be Lord Wang Ling," Lin Qing suddenly said.

Many associations came to his mind. He had heard that there was another steward coming from the prefectural city named Wang Ling, who was a notorious killer in the prefectural city's Soul Division and was extremely cruel and ruthless in dealing with cultists and prisoners.

The person in front of him had an extremely cold demeanor, was extremely skilled in martial arts, and had a great deal of knowledge. He seemed to not care about the Tathagata Fist Scripture. He immediately thought of Wang Ling.

And clearly, he guessed correctly.

Wang Ling maintained a stern expression, but a hint of change finally appeared in his voice: "Lin Qing? So it's you, the martial arts prodigy Ran Hongxia spoke of!"

He suddenly appeared in front of Lin Qing, raised his hand and patted Lin Qing's body up and down rapidly. His hand speed was so fast that it left afterimages. Lin Qing had no time to dodge and had no intention of dodging.

"Truly a low-grade Yin bone." Wang Ling dodged back, creating a five-step distance between them.

Lin Qing felt a tingling sensation all over his body, and he didn't know how Wang Ling had tested the quality of his Yin bones.

"Alright, your Yin Bone may be lacking, but there are ways to make up for it later. If your talent is lacking, then there is no cure. The fact that you were able to practice the Tathagata Fist Manual to the fourth move without any guidance is enough to prove that your martial arts talent is one in a million. Ran Hongxia's judgment was correct."

As Wang Ling spoke, he suddenly raised his hand and flicked it, sending a golden token flying toward Lin Qing. Lin Qing reached out and grabbed the token.

"This is the Golden Token of the Town Soul Division of the Prefecture. This time, the Town Soul Division of the Prefecture is going out to preside over the re-examination and select talents. There are four deacons in total, and each of them has a Golden Token and can select one genius."

This gold token will bring you immense benefits; you'll start at a high level, have a high status, and receive better treatment.

"However, I must remind you, once you accept this golden token, you will be my subordinate when you go to the prefectural city. You cannot go to another place." Wang Ling said calmly.

"Lin Qing is willing to follow you, sir!" Lin Qing shouted.

With gold tokens so scarce and another powerful backer, he felt like he was out of his mind if he hesitated for even a second.

"Remember what you said. From now on, I, Wang Ling, will be your protector!" Wang Ling's tone was calm, but it contained an undeniable coldness and domineering attitude.

"My lord, I have been waiting for you for a long time. The eight-armed Buddha statue is now in my home. You may come with me to retrieve it," Lin Qing said, bowing again.

He was just wondering what to do with the wooden statue, and now this was the perfect opportunity.

"Don't worry, although the Tathagata Fist Manual is precious, the Zhenhun Division also has a collection in the city. The so-called number one fist in the world has been lost for many years and is just a folk rumor. It's not as important as you think, so you don't need to be nervous," Wang Ling added.

"Understood, sir." Lin Qing nodded, feeling that the title of "Number One Fist in the World" was a bit too much.

Moreover, if it were truly that precious, it wouldn't have been contested by a group of forces in the county town for so many days; powerful figures would have arrived long ago.

"Han Shantong, this scoundrel, colluded with the Bai'e Cult and wreaked havoc on the people. It's too good for him to die like this. If he had fallen into my hands, I would have ripped out his heart, liver, intestines and stomach and let him die in extreme pain."

At this moment, Wang Ling arrived next to Han Shantong's corpse and kicked it, causing it to flip over.

His words were chilling, but his tone was calm, as if he were talking about the most insignificant little thing.

Lin Qing thought to himself, "Wang Ling is truly an extremely ruthless person."

Just then, a sharp pain shot through his head, causing him to stumble and nearly fall to the ground.

He couldn't describe the feeling; it was as if a part of his soul had been ripped away, leaving him with an unprecedented sense of weakness.

Wang Ling glanced around and saw this scene. He raised his hand and flicked it, and a small jade-white square box flew out from his sleeve. It flew towards Lin Qing in a flash.

Lin Qing reached out and grabbed the square box, which landed in his palm. He went to the front of a shop and used the eaves to block the raindrops from falling. He then opened the box and saw a small brown pill inside, about the size of a jujube, round and plump, emitting a bitter smell.

"This is a Soul Nourishing Pill. You have been afflicted by an evil spell. Just now, Han Shantong used the Soul Devouring Demon Spell, which is called Soul Devouring and Mind Detection."

"He used this method to absorb some of your soul energy, which is why you feel headache and weakness. Swallow this Soul Nourishing Pill, and you will recover in half an hour," Wang Ling instructed.

"Thank you, sir. This evil magic is truly amazing." Lin Qing exclaimed, secretly replacing the Chen Family Medical Manual into his equipment slot, and a large amount of medical knowledge instantly flooded his mind.

He wanted to see if there was any information about the Soul Nourishing Pill inside, but he didn't recall it, and indeed there wasn't.

So he decided not to take the pill yet, even though his head was hurting, it wasn't unbearable yet.

He needed to go back and carefully examine whether the pill was poisonous before taking it. Although Wang Ling had no reason to harm him, he was used to being cautious. He couldn't swallow a pill given to him by someone else without testing its authenticity and toxicity.

"The Devouring Spirit Demon is nothing more than a lowly evil spirit of the Bai'er Cult. It is slightly stronger than Hong Xiuniang, but only by a limited margin. If you can't even withstand this, you will be even less able to fight back when you encounter more powerful evil magic in the future." Wang Ling's tone remained calm.

"May I ask, sir, how do we combat evil magic?" Lin Qing asked, seizing the opportunity.

He was holed up in this small county town. Although he wanted to read and broaden his horizons, his knowledge was limited. Now that he had finally met Wang Ling, who had come from the prefectural city, he naturally wanted to ask him more questions and try to expand his knowledge.

Wang Ling showed great patience: "There are two conventional ways to fight against evil magic. The first is to strengthen your physique. When your physique is strong, your qi and blood are vigorous, and you will have a stronger resistance to both evil spirits and evil magic."

The second method is to directly strengthen the soul; a strong enough soul makes one impervious to evil magic.

However, Jiangyin County, being such a small county, doesn't have any methods to enhance the soul. You'll find out when you get to the prefectural city.

"I see." Lin Qing nodded slightly.

Just then, Wang Ling's gaze sharpened, and a fierce killing intent erupted from his body.

"The battle begins! Tonight, I will make the Han family's blood flow like a river!"

Wang Ling uttered a single sentence, then suddenly leaped into the air, displaying his lightness skill as he soared and tumbled between the pavilions and houses, disappearing in the swirling rain in an instant.

"The Han family is finally going to fall." Lin Qing was overjoyed and felt much lighter.

Tonight, he killed Han Shantong and dealt with the eight-armed Buddha statue. All potential crises were swept away, and he also gained the support of Wang Ling. He no longer has to live in fear.