Extraordinary Martial Arts: The Living Yama of the Mortal World!

May all things in the world be blessed with good deeds and merits!

Zhao An opened his palm, and with a thought, the good fruit immediately appeared in his palm.

This tiny fruit contains unimaginable magical power.

"Can you really make a wish?" Zhao An asked, still somewhat skeptical.

"I no longer want to be a mortal, I want to cultivate immortality, I want immortal techniques!" Zhao An made his first wish with a sincere heart.

"Nine Revolutions Mystic Technique".

"Seventy-two transformations".

"What about the Great Celestial Immortal Technique?"

As if it were perfectly natural, the fruit remained motionless, offering him no response whatsoever.

So Zhao An continued to try.

"I want divine weapons, the kind that can split the heavens and open the earth."

"Pangu's Axe".

"The Immortal Slaughtering Sword".

"A peerless sword."

"Barrett".

"Revolver..."

No response.

"I want unparalleled martial arts skills, to be invincible under heaven!"

......

Zhao An was not surprised that his haphazard attempts had not yielded the desired results.

This good fruit should be useful, but he needs to carefully explore how to use it.

"I wish for a Heavenly Essence Pill."

After more than ten attempts, this time, there was finally feedback.

In Zhao An's mind, a white ball of light appeared, outlining the shape of a pill, but it vanished in an instant.

"Is this because the conditions aren't met..." Zhao An thought to himself.

The Heavenly Origin Pill was a rare and precious martial arts medicine that Zhou Hu, the leader of the Tiger Head Gang, coveted. He had the good fortune to have seen it once.

It seems this thing can grant wishes, but it might require a higher quality of good karma.

The white light surrounding the Heavenly Origin Pill in his mind was clearly a darker color than the pale white Good Fruit in his hand.

Having figured things out, Zhao An quickly made another wish.

"I wish for Zhou Hu, the leader of the Tiger Head Gang, to master the Fierce Tiger Saber Technique."

This time, the white light appeared in my mind again, and inside it was a secret manual.

The cover prominently displays the four characters "Fierce Tiger Blade Technique".

"That won't work either..."

Zhao An was not discouraged and tried several more times.

Finally, the good fruit in his hand, accompanied by a strange light, transformed from an invisible energy body into a tangible physical object!

Zhao An looked closely and saw a bright yellow pill in his hand, with faint white characters appearing on it.

[Mid-grade Diyuan Dan]

"It really worked!"

Zhao An subconsciously squeezed the pill, feeling amazed by this feat of creating something out of thin air.

"Making a wish really works..."

This Earth Origin Pill and the Heaven Origin Pill, which I had previously wished for but failed to obtain, are both great medicines for martial arts.

In terms of value, the Heavenly Origin Pill is superior to the Earthly Origin Pill.

But even a common Earth Origin Pill would cost at least ten taels of silver on the market!

Ten taels of silver was enough to support a family's expenses for a whole year!

Even for a gang leader like Zhao An, ten taels of silver was still a considerable sum of money.

Even if he didn't need the Earth Origin Pill, he was still happy to have gained ten taels of silver for free.

After trying it out, he roughly figured out how to make a wish.

First of all, making a wish is not something you create, nor should you make wild guesses.

"To obtain" must be something that exists in this reality, and one must have a clear and specific understanding of what one wishes for in order to obtain it through good deeds.

Good deeds are mostly graded.

The higher the grade, the more amazing the effect of making a wish!

"So my ability is to kill all the evil people in the world, and if I have the spare energy, to help some good people as well..."

Zhao An raised his hand, held the Earth Origin Pill, and examined it carefully. He now had a more comprehensive understanding of his unique ability.

"Brother Zhao, the doctor has been brought back!" Li Gou'er's voice came urgently at this moment.

Zhao An glanced sideways and subconsciously scanned the names above the two people's heads.

Although his two underlings had done a lot of hateful and evil things with their predecessor, their names were only grayed out and did not turn red.

Gray names indicate that someone is of questionable character and may have committed some crimes, but not serious enough to warrant death.

For him, killing Ash was useless.

Conversely, saving those who have no good karma is equally meaningless to him.

Zhao An's moral standards are not high; frankly speaking, he will only meddle in other people's business if he sees a benefit in it.

Following behind Li Gou'er and Zhao Chunzi were two scholars dressed in plain long gowns with cross-collars and wearing hats.

With soap belts hanging from their waists and medicine pouches and needle bags, and medicine boxes on their backs, these two people are easily identifiable as doctors.

Zhao An was more concerned about the color of the names on the two people's heads.

It's so white it's glowing!

It was really hard for him not to notice.

A white light, like smoke, rose three feet!

Such a radiant name was something he had never seen before, even after looking around all this time!

Without a doubt, these two physicians possess profound merit. If this merit were to be converted into good karma, their rank would certainly be high, at least enough to exchange for a decent martial arts manual.

"A doctor's heart is benevolent, saving lives and healing the wounded; it's understandable that he's judged to have accumulated a great deal of merit," Zhao An pondered to himself.

"You, Zhao An, barging into my clinic! Believe me or not, I'll report you to the authorities and have you arrested!" The doctor who was walking in front pointed at Zhao An, who was sitting in a chair, as soon as he entered the room and said irritably.

The doctor had beautiful eyebrows and eyes, fair and delicate cheeks, and exquisite features; she was undoubtedly a woman.

However, her clothing concealed her figure, making it difficult to identify her without seeing her face.

"Doctor, do you know me?" Zhao An asked calmly, showing no intention of getting up from his chair.

The other party's claim of reporting to the authorities posed no threat to him whatsoever.

"You still haven't paid me for the last consultation, or the one before that. Now you're pretending not to know me? Are you trying to renege on your debts?" Meng Wanyi said coldly as she put down her medicine box.

Upon hearing this, Zhao An seemed to have triggered a key phrase, and several related memories from the past surfaced.

There weren't many clinics in the outer city, and most of them were backed by powerful figures, so not just anyone could go to see a doctor or get treatment.

This clinic is the only one that welcomes all patients and has good medical skills, but the consultation fee is a bit expensive.

Many gang members, including Zhao An's predecessor, would come here whenever they were injured.

Of course, given his past extravagant lifestyle, it's understandable that he couldn't afford the consultation fee.

"You woman, what are you dawdling about? If you don't heal my brother Zhao's injuries, believe it or not..." Li Gou'er's rascal nature kicked in, and he was about to act tough on the spot.

As a result, he was kicked to the ground by Zhao An.

"Give me the money," Zhao An said calmly.

"Brother Zhao, you really gave it to me..." Li Gou'er rubbed his buttocks, looking surprised.

Given Zhao An's past character, he would never have been willing to pay honestly.

"But we only have the money we just received as tribute, which is to be given to the gang leader..." Zhao Chunzi whispered.

"I'll give it to you first," Zhao An said.

He believes that this is a work injury, and it is reasonable for the gang to reimburse his medical expenses.

Besides, he wouldn't feel comfortable letting the doctor apply the medicine if he wasn't satisfied with the doctor.

"Oh..." Zhao Chunzi obediently handed over the money.

"That's more like it." Meng Wanyi accepted the money, and her complexion improved slightly as she began to treat the wound on Zhao An's head.

"You're lucky your skull is hard enough; this blow to your head didn't kill you."

"Can it be cured?" Zhao An asked.

"If it were any other quack doctor, they would have cured you and left you with a chronic condition, but since you paid the full consultation fee, I'm treating you without any worries," Meng Wanyi scoffed.

With a touch of confidence and arrogance in his medical skills.

"Then I'll trouble you," Zhao An said, raising his eyebrows.