Chapter 21 Terrible Conjecture (Seeking Investment, Seeking Follow-Up Reads!)

Zhou Zhengwen had never expected that there were Martial Artists in his village.

Any village with a Martial Artist, so long as the Martial Artist had even a slight affection for the village, would reap great benefits, especially during a drought when competing for the water source, it would give them quite a bit of confidence.

He didn't know Wang Sheng that well, but judging from his behavior just now, he seemed to have some feelings for the village.

Normally, this would be great news, but damn the Martial Artist plague!

He could tell from Old Ji and Li Wenguang's expressions that Wang Sheng's strength definitely did not surpass a Third Grade Martial Artist.

"What a sin!"

The chaos outside gradually escalated, the presence of a Martial Artist in the village was bound to ensure more safety.

But now, it seemed this Martial Artist was in no position to save himself.

"Yun Sheng, you…"

Li Wenguang was the most concerned, feeling that it was so unfair how Wang Sheng was constantly beset with troubles.

Having just resolved the Sun Family's issue, now there came the Martial Artist plague, one trouble after another.

The Sun Family's matter could be survived by swallowing one's pride, but not the Martial Artist plague – diseases couldn't be cured by merely setting aside one's dignity.

Wang Sheng, seeing the worried looks on their faces, couldn't help but laugh and spoke in a relaxed tone, "Don't worry, I have a solution, you don't need to be too concerned about me!"

Martial Artist plagues were indeed terrifying, as Martial Artists below the Third Grade had no chance of surviving them.

But the system he used to become a Martial Artist was not that of this world's Martial Artist System.

Even without having encountered other Martial Artists, Wang Sheng knew that his situation was quite different, and the effect of the Martial Artist plague on him had to be questioned.

And even if we take ten thousand steps back, he hadn't even completed the step of Qi Rushing to the Disease. As long as the Qi Blood Power was strong enough, he could eventually break through this disease focus and resolve the trouble.

Therefore, although he felt a sense of urgency inside, it was nowhere near as dire as when he had previously faced the threat of surrendering the chrysanthemum.

Of course, his ability to maintain such a good mindset was primarily because he knew that panicking was useless.

Otherwise, just hearing the words 'Martial Artist plague' was frightening enough!

Initially, Li Wenguang and the other two did not quite believe that Wang Sheng had a solution, but seeing his calm demeanor, they had no choice but to believe him.

"It's good that you are confident you can resolve the trouble."

In the end, it was Old Ji who first came to understand; he had traveled and seen the world, knowing that Wang Sheng's sudden transformation into a Martial Artist must have involved some fortuitous opportunity, but it was not his place to pry.

Zhou Zhengwen and Li Wenguang lacked such knowledge, but they clearly knew that their own anxiety couldn't help Wang Sheng.

"Yun Sheng, go ahead and take care of your troubles."

Zhou Zhengwen's words were heavy with implied meaning, yet ultimately he said nothing more.

Wang Sheng realized Zhou Zhengwen seemed to need his help with something, but if the man wouldn't state it outright, was he expected to eagerly offer assistance?

That wasn't his style.

So he pretended not to understand anything and planned to stand and take his leave.

Now that the situation was clear, dealing with the aftermath was no longer his role.

However, Old Ji chased after him.

"Old Ji, was there something you didn't mention earlier?"

Old Ji shook his head, saying, "Everything has been clearly explained. I just have a few words of advice for you."

"Please speak!"

Wang Sheng was willing to listen to the words of knowledgeable elders like Old Ji.

"The Martial Artist plague, including the word 'plague' itself, indicates its tremendous impact on Martial Artists. You must have been unknowingly afflicted, but the more this is true, the more frightening the implications hidden behind it.

Let me tell you this, in the city where I used to live, in the end, only the Martial Artists from one power survived. The others either died in the Martial Artist plague or were killed. Yun Sheng, you are smart, you should understand what this means."

Wang Sheng's heart was somewhat shaken.

"Martial Artist Plague... is it man-made?"

"This is one aspect, but the main thing is that even you, a martial artist living in a small mountain village, have been affected. Either it's your enemy targeting you, or someone is targeting the martial artists in this region. Plus, considering the situation outside…"

Wang Sheng instantly understood.

Who would target him like this? The Sun Family? That possibility was slim; with the Sun Family's might, if they wanted to deal with him, they would have come directly the next day.

So, the greater likelihood was that someone was targeting martial artists in a particular area, some power wanting to eradicate martial artists from another force. It was just unknown whether that power had realized it yet.

With this, his previous intuition was also explained, it was not simply poisoning and plague, but someone having poisoned, effectively combining poisoning with the plague.

He was just collateral damage.

"I understand, thank you for the warning."

Old man Ji's words did serve as a wake-up call to him.

Some things won't leave you untouched simply because you don't partake. The moment he became a martial artist, he was invisibly bound to the circle of martial artists.

"It really is amazing; I've never actually met a formal martial artist, but I've been affected by the struggles of martial artists."

However, he wasn't the most unfortunate; the most unfortunate were the ordinary people.

Ordinary people who did nothing yet were still at risk of being affected. Who could assure they would not become a 'lucky guy' like Zheng Ankang?

"What a fucked-up world!"

In a world where might makes right, the stronger you are, the less you value the lives of those beneath you.

Some people, having lived too long, indeed become demons!

Wang Sheng only hoped that if he could achieve longevity, he wouldn't become like that.

But expecting him to give up the chance at immortality was impossible; it's better than being inexplicably extinguished by someone.

After bidding farewell to old man Ji, he went straight back to his house and began to work on improving his skills as planned.

In a world where personal martial power rules, the ultimate martial power can break through everything!

Wang Sheng had always been clear on this point.

If he could become a Great Grandmaster capable of changing the battle, then all problems would not be problems.

For Wang Sheng at this stage, all problems could be addressed through grinding and farming.

With such convenient methods available, he had no desire to know who was behind it nor to search for some antidote.

Isn't it pleasant to farm honestly?

He had no interest in entangling himself in inexplicable troubles that couldn't be easily shaken off later.

Being addicted to the progress bar of skill improvement was far more interesting.

As time passed, Zheng Ankang's death became a foregone conclusion, a natural death. To avoid causing unrest, Zhou Zhengwen concealed the incident of the Martial Artist Plague.

The village buried Zheng Ankang, and Wang Sheng even stopped by to join the feast.

The storm seemed to have calmed.

Wang Sheng continued to silently improve himself at home, alternating between enhancing his Ba Duan Jin and Inner Core Skill, and popping Ten-Complete Great Replenishing Pills like candy beans.

But how could a surging tempest calm so easily?

Wang Sheng was well aware that this was the calm before the storm. If someone was poisoning all the martial artists, spreading Martial Artist Plague, it wouldn't end so anticlimactically.

Before long, the real giant wave would arrive.

At that time, let alone the ordinary people, even the majority of martial artists would be just like duckweed in the rain, drifting with the tide, occasionally overturned by a wave.

Wang Sheng could only inwardly sigh, knowing he couldn't do much.

"Let's hope this towering wave won't affect Qingshan Village!"