Assassin Seven, starting in Shennong Kingdom!

Qin Ming had been researching how to quickly improve his internal strength, but it was like he was researching a "perpetual motion machine"—it was a complete dead end.

Medicine and martial arts are inseparable.

Qin Ming knew very well that internal strength could not be created out of thin air, and that improving it was not easy, so he gradually accepted this reality.

But the Blood Demon Technique gave him an idea: it was unrealistic to create more internal energy out of nothing within the body, but what if it came from external forces?

He certainly didn't intend to practice the Blood Demon Technique; only someone with a mental problem would attempt to do so.

It's just that I had this idea.

Long Ming frowned slightly when she heard his question. Qin Ming had been taking care of her during this time, and he had also helped her, so she didn't show much hostility.

“I have reasons why I must gain power, and you don’t need to know them.”

"A reason more important than your life?"

"you!"

Long Ming glared at him angrily. How could he talk like that?!

However, her expression immediately darkened, and she nodded firmly, saying, "Yes, it's more important than my life."

Qin Ming said nothing more; there was no need to say anything more now that things had come to this point.

……

A few days later, Dali Kingdom.

A long queue had formed in front of a stall, which was simply made up of a wooden table, with the words "Difficult and complicated diseases, cure all diseases" written on the side.

"You're feeling hot and bothered. Drink more water. One dollar, next one."

"Hey, doctor, I've been feeling weak lately, what's wrong with me?"

"Three courses of treatment for kidney problems, that's a separate price. Also... take less of those 'power pills,' next!"

The Kingdom of Dali is not far from the Kingdom of Shennong, but Qin Ming still needed to eat along the way.

Because he didn't want to say goodbye, he left a letter and left, and Qin Ming didn't have much money for his journey.

Considering the expenses that would follow after arriving in Xuanwu Kingdom, Qin Ming could only set up a stall in Dali Kingdom to earn some money first.

Of course, this was just a side effect.

Every person in the Dali Kingdom is born with superhuman strength, and he wanted to study it.

Let's see if we can find anything.

The people of Dali Kingdom were usually as strong as calves and had no health problems at all. But ever since Qin Ming cured a middle-aged man from Dali Kingdom of a "stubborn illness," his business has become exceptionally good.

Not long after, he acquired a small storefront and opened a small clinic in Dali.

About a month later, he became a household name in the country as a "miracle doctor"!

"Acupuncture is used to treat illnesses, not massage."

"why?"

"I'm not skilled enough, I can't do it."

Long Ming, who had just come out, was speechless.

He glared at Qin Ming with hostility. "If you don't know massage, then what was that just now?!"

Before long, as dusk fell and the moonlight shone down, Qin Ming packed up his stall.

Back in his makeshift clinic, he dusted himself off, poured himself a cup of tea, and began sketching and writing with pen and paper, holding a "power pill" unique to the Kingdom of Dali in his hand.

"You're not going to Xuanwu Kingdom anymore?"

Long Ming stood by the door with his arms crossed.

"I'm definitely going, but sharpening the axe won't delay the work of chopping wood. It costs money in Xuanwu Kingdom, too."

Long Ming frowned and fell silent.

Although it's hard to admit, Qin Mingguang earns more in a day by setting up a stall than she does in a month of assassination missions...

People are so irritating.

He turned and walked out.

Qin Ming then took out some herbs and started tinkering with them on his own. The strength of the people from the Great Power Kingdom was truly astounding.

Especially those with exceptional talent, who can easily exert tremendous strength of thousands of kilograms!

What a monster.

But while they possess such power, they are all incredibly clumsy. But thinking about it, it makes sense. If all of these people were martial arts prodigies, would Xuanwu Kingdom even be able to run a market?

Even the Shadow Assassin wouldn't dare say that a casual wave of his hand could exert a force of over a thousand pounds.

Those martial arts masters each had their own strengths, but in the later stages, their strength mostly came from internal energy.

Because human strength has its limits, if power could be increased indefinitely, I'm afraid internal energy would never even exist in this world.

If there's such a simple and straightforward way to gain power, why would anyone bother with all the mystical stuff?

A few more days passed.

……

Inside the arena of the Great Power Kingdom.

Boom! !

With a plume of thick smoke, the violent force shattered a stone table to pieces.

The scene fell silent for a moment.

"Ah, yes, it's the strongman who won! He's now ranked second in the Strongman Nation!"

Wow!

There was an uproar.

"So strong!"

"Could it be that she took medication?"

"Even medication couldn't possibly increase it that much, could it?"

"hiss!"

In the Kingdom of Dali, strength and status are determined in a simple way: by comparing strength. The most direct way is arm wrestling. Apart from the martial arts tournament for the princess's marriage selection, arm wrestling is the usual activity.

Soon after, the King of Dali Kingdom ordered people to investigate and discover a new type of "Dali Pill".

After some investigation, they found Qin Ming's clinic, but by then Qin Ming had already left, and the whole country was in mourning.

"Waaaaah, miracle doctor, miracle doctor!"

……

On the way to Xuanwu Kingdom, Qin Ming led a donkey.

The donkey drags two large wooden boxes on its back, occasionally nibbling on roadside weeds, wildflowers, and leaves, without needing to be fed.

Long Ming held a small, red pill in his hand, no bigger than a fingertip, and asked curiously, "Is this the pill you developed? It can grant power comparable to those guys from the Great Power Kingdom in a short time?"

"Ah."

Nodding, Qin Ming explained, "The Great Strength Pill from the Great Strength Kingdom is just a very crude stimulant. It can increase strength to some extent, but not by much. Mine is much stronger, but the side effects are also greater. One pill would basically cripple a normal person."

He glanced at Long Ming and continued, "Even for you, you could only take a maximum of three pills a week, but that would still cause serious injury."

"Tsk... So it was a failed product."

Despite saying that, Long Ming still kept it, even though he didn't mean it.

At this moment, she changed into a traditional outfit from the Kingdom of Dali, a long red dress that accentuated her figure, revealing her fair arms and thighs.

This is no failure. If the people of Xuanwu Kingdom, especially the assassin organization, knew about it, its value would be terrifying.

How powerful would those monsters from Dali Kingdom be if they combined their strength with the martial arts expertise of martial arts masters?

It's hard to say much, but below the top tier, it's basically an unsolvable problem.

As they walked along the road, Qin Ming casually put a medicinal herb into the mouth of the donkey beside him.

"How is your research on the Blood Demon Technique going?"

Long Ming suddenly asked.

Qin Ming glanced at her and knew what she was thinking. He had learned two martial arts moves from her along the way, but they were very basic.

However, this also made Long Ming realize his terrifying talent for comprehension.

She had been practicing the Blood Demon Technique, and naturally she was aware of the drawbacks of this evil art. The more she practiced it, the easier it was to lose herself and become a monster that only knew how to kill.

However, correspondingly, the Blood Demon Technique's boost to internal energy is simply cheat code-like!

If enough blood is killed, the time it takes for an ordinary martial arts master to accumulate skills over ten or even several decades can be compressed by more than ten times!

Qin Ming shook his head. "You'd better give up the idea of ​​practicing again. My Qi Needle can only preserve 40-50% of your power. This is not my limit, but your body's limit."

"If you continue to refine the Blood Demon Technique, you will surely die within three years."