Demons and monsters in a chaotic world: Starting from the Joyful Pavilion, the invincible path begin

Under the blazing sun, sunlight streamed through the cracks in the window, casting pale spots of light in the dusty beams of light.

Inside the stone chamber, the noise that had lasted all night and morning had completely subsided.

Zhang Ping leaned against the cold stone wall.

The pitiful wooden bed from before now looks more like a pile of junk against the wall.

His eyes were unfocused.

After a long silence, it was finally broken.

The woman struggled to turn her eyes, her gaze landing on Zhang Ping leaning against the wall, a surge of intense astonishment welling up within her.

Although she had not formally learned martial arts and entered the threshold of becoming a martial artist, as a noblewoman, she never lacked various precious tonics to nourish her body, and her physique was far superior to that of ordinary people.

I had clearly noticed that this man occasionally ran out of strength, and he was obviously an ordinary person with no martial arts foundation! But his sustained strength was simply unbelievable!

"You..." Her voice was slightly hoarse as she struggled to find her rhythm.

"What's your name?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ping almost reflexively bowed his head and responded in a voice that carried just the right amount of flattery and weariness:

"I, Zhang Ping, am willing to help Madam resolve her worries!"

As he answered, his mind sank into his sea of ​​consciousness:

Zhang Ping

Age: 20

[Realm: None]

[Branding: Donkey - Certain Pattern (69%)]

[Donkey-shaped pattern: Significantly increases lower volume and strength.]

The progress of the donkey-patterned item jumped from 63% to 69%! This means that the special feature has made it even more powerful.

A bitter smile flickered across Zhang Ping's face, followed by a self-deprecating chuckle: "No wonder I'm exhausted; the results are immediate..."

The woman in front of him was able to withstand the beast-pattern enhancement for so long; she was no ordinary person.

Considering the martial artists in this world, her identity is probably more troublesome than I thought.

The woman's gaze lingered on Zhang Ping for a moment, and the feeling of recklessness and burning everything that she had last night involuntarily surged up again.

A thought quietly took root: redeem him?

"You want to buy your freedom?"

At this moment, she had regained some of her former aloofness and nobility. Although her voice was slightly hoarse, it conveyed an undeniable sense of distance.

However, the striking contrast of her alluring figure lying on the disheveled bed created a highly impactful image.

Zhang Ping dared not look closely and quickly lowered his head:

"Madam, please understand! Although I grew up in this filthy place, I have been dealing with different faces every day, and I am already exhausted both physically and mentally."

Privately, I have been saving every penny and have secretly saved ninety taels of silver! If I can gain your mercy and be helped to escape, I, Zhang Ping, will serve you faithfully for the rest of my life!

Leave! We must leave!

Once he escapes the cage of this Pleasure Pavilion, he can use his savings to search for more powerful beast limbs and branding materials to improve his strength!

The world is vast, where can't I go? I branded this beast mark out of desperation when I was short of money. I originally wanted to use it to make more money and then try other methods. Who would have thought that it would attract that venomous snake from the An family!

This woman has a powerful background; using her help to escape is the only way to survive right now.

The woman was quite pleased with Zhang Ping's tact and nodded slightly.

Without flinching from Zhang Ping's gaze, she gracefully wrapped the large black robe around her entire body again, concealing all her whiteness and dishevelment.

He stepped out of the stone chamber and whispered a few words to the madam who was guarding the door.

When the stone door opened again, Zhang Ping could clearly see that the madam's face, covered in makeup, no longer held her usual shrewdness and worldliness.

His eyes were filled with almost obsequious respect, but a barely perceptible fear lurked deep within them.

It's done?!

A surge of overwhelming joy instantly dispelled the fatigue in his body, and Zhang Ping's heart almost leaped out of his chest.

I had anticipated countless difficulties and obstacles in my escape, and was even prepared to fight to the death, but I never expected that getting away would be so easy.

"I still have some personal belongings in my room..." Zhang Ping tentatively began.

"No need," the woman interrupted coldly, flicking her black robe.

"Follow me." Leading Zhang Ping, they quietly entered the deep, dark passage.

At the end of the dark passage, the space suddenly opened up.

The blinding midday sun poured down without any obstruction, and Zhang Ping couldn't help but raise his hand to shield his eyes, squinting for a while before he could see his surroundings clearly.

This is a quiet alley, and just outside the alley is the most bustling city center of Lingchuan County. The clamor of voices can be faintly heard from a distance.

Lingchuan County,

The southern border region of the Great Wei Dynasty,

In my previous life, it would have been about the size of a small fifth or sixth-tier city.

With a population of several hundred thousand, it was considered a prosperous metropolis in the agricultural era.

However, in this world where demons roam freely and martial arts masters reign supreme, Zhang Ping could not easily fathom the order and chaos that lay behind the massive population.

The woman led Zhang Ping through a maze of turns, into an inconspicuous but extremely clean and quiet courtyard in the south of the city.

A short while later, when she came out again, she had changed into a fine blue flowing dress with water sleeves.

Her wide robe sleeves swayed gently in the wind, her demeanor dignified, her temperament refined and aloof, exuding an air of grandeur—a stark contrast to the dissolute and unrestrained behavior she displayed in the stone chamber.

Walking down the street, anyone who sees her will secretly admire her and think, "Whose celestial lady is she!"

"Here you go." The woman handed Zhang Ping a small stack of gold leaves, her voice regaining its natural coolness.

"Go to the money exchange and exchange for silver, then go to the Sitong Martial Arts School." She did not explain the reason, and her tone left no room for doubt.

Zhang Ping accepted the gold leaf; it felt quite substantial.

This stack is worth at least three or four hundred taels of silver!

A huge weight lifted from his heart. Suppressing his excitement, he respectfully replied, "Yes! Thank you, Madam!"

The woman said no more, not even giving her name, and turned and disappeared into the bustling crowd in the south of the city.

As Zhang Ping watched the blue figure disappear rapidly into the distance, the emotions of last night uncontrollably surged back into his heart.

"Pah! Damn it!" He snapped back to reality, spat hard, and forcibly banished the inappropriate, erotic thoughts from his mind.

"Is this the time to think about these things? We've escaped! That's the key!"

I looked up at the setting sun; there was still some time before it got dark.

Instead of heading straight to the money exchange, Zhang Ping first went into a clothing store.

He decisively abandoned his coarse cloth shirt, stained with the perfume of the pleasure quarters, and changed into a clean and neat dark-colored short-sleeved shirt, then neatly tied up his slightly long hair with a simple wooden hairpin.

The person in the mirror instantly transformed from a top courtesan in a brothel into an ordinary, somewhat shrewd, street-smart young man.

Only after confirming that his former "patrons" would hardly recognize him at first glance did he enter the money exchange with the gold leaves in his pocket.

……

Sitong Martial Arts School

Zhang Ping stood before the imposing vermilion gate, speechless for a long time.

For the past three months since he came into this world, his daily life has consisted of nothing but entertaining customers and traveling to meet them.

However, after each encounter, those languid or content ladies would always reveal fragments of information about the world.

Demons roam freely, and human life is cheap. Only martial artists with martial prowess can truly gain a foothold in this chaotic world and control their own destiny.

The path of a martial artist requires innate talent, lineage, and money—none of these can be lacking.

For ordinary people like Zhang Ping, entering a martial arts school is almost the only option if they want to get involved in martial arts.

This door can only be opened with silver.

Zhang Ping went inside.

He exchanged 150 taels for an apprenticeship certificate.

The validity period is one year. If you cannot break through to the Skin Refining Realm within one year, you will be ruthlessly kicked out.

Want to learn again? You'll have to shell out another huge sum of money!

"Here, this is your living quarters, the empty room on the west side."

A young man dressed in martial arts school attire led Zhang Ping to a courtyard where servants and apprentices lived, and calmly explained...

"Remember, arrive at the front courtyard martial arts field at the beginning of Mao Shi (5 a.m.), where the senior brother will teach everyone standing meditation to strengthen their muscles and bones."

The young man pointed in the direction from which the shouts were coming from.

Zhang Ping quickly clasped his hands in thanks: "Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother!"

The young man waved his hand casually:

"Don't call me senior brother. Apart from the master's personal disciples, the other apprentices here are all friends in private according to when they entered the sect. My name is Sun Erniu, just call me Erniu."

After saying that, he turned and left without waiting for Zhang Ping's response, as if staying even a moment longer would be a waste of time.

Zhang Ping was slightly taken aback, as he was unaware that there were such unwritten rules within the Sitong Martial Arts School.

His knowledge of Sitong Martial Arts School was limited to hearsay: it was the most powerful martial arts school in Lingchuan City, and its master was a top expert in the late stage of the Refining Realm. It was said that even the government had to give him some face.

"Let's settle in first... Tomorrow I'll go to the market and look for suitable animal supplies!"

He took a deep breath, suppressed his emotions, and pushed open the creaking door.

South of the city, deep within the An Mansion

As a recently risen family in Lingchuan County, the An family mansion is heavily guarded and surrounded by deep courtyards.

Deep within the mansion, in a dimly lit room with its doors and windows tightly shut, a strange, sweet-smelling odor, like old, scabbed blood, permeated the air.

The room's furniture and furnishings were all made of an unknown wood with strange patterns and a dark red color, adding to the eeriness of the place.

"You mean... Zhang Ping was taken away from Huanle Pavilion?"

A hoarse sound, like sandpaper rubbing against dry bones, rang out in the dim light, carrying suppressed anger.

The voice's owner was hidden in the shadows; only a bald man could be vaguely seen sitting by the bed.

On the cold floor in front of the bed, the old servant lay prostrate, his body trembling slightly uncontrollably.

"Yes...yes, sir. He went to Sitong Martial Arts School." The old servant's voice trembled with fear.

"Sitong Martial Arts School..." the hoarse voice repeated, then fell into a brief silence.

The silence felt incredibly heavy, pressing down on the old servant on the ground, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

After a long while, the cold voice rang out again: "That martial arts school owner recently escorted a heavy cargo and left the city. Have someone keep an eye on the school, and find a secluded and deserted opportunity to bring him back to me! Be careful what you do."

"Yes...yes!" The old servant, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon, hurriedly agreed and scrambled out of the room.

The heavy door was closed, cutting off the last ray of light from the outside world.

In the dim light, Anqing's face could no longer remain calm; his muscles twisted and writhed as if he were alive!

Something seemed to be struggling beneath the skin of the left cheek, causing the facial features to stretch and change strangely, eventually revealing half of the outline of a seductive woman!

The right half of his face still showed that of a gloomy, bald middle-aged man.

A face, half male, half female; the left cheek alluring like a seductive enchantress, the right cheek狰狞 like a demon!

The left half of the woman's lips parted slightly, emitting a sharp, indistinct sound, like fingernails scratching glass, intermittent and unclear:

"...Mortal body...Yang...Inexhaustible...Rare commodity...Extraordinary..."

The right half of Anqing's mouth slowly opened and closed, his voice low and hoarse:

"...I understand...he will...stay at the An family's!"

[I was reported by that scoundrel, Xiao Xiu]