Chapter 6: The Instinct to Kill

It should be said to be exactly the same. The shopkeeper, aware of the character of his own young lady, hurriedly added: "If it were not for Dai Huan being accompanied by the Seven Iron Guards of the Dai family, ordinary people would be unable to approach at all; I would suspect this is indeed the one."

Dai Huan's sword is quite impressive; while it cannot be said to reach the level of divine weapons, it is certainly among the best of ordinary weapons. However, when calculated, it is only worth five Peiyuan Pills, with the most valuable part being the Dust-avoiding Pearl on the hilt. The various other miscellaneous jade pendants and the like, when totaled, also amount to five, bringing the total to ten Peiyuan Pills. This should be sufficient for Wang Sheng to fully restore his fragmented soul

Just as Wang Sheng was about to practice the military combat techniques he had learned in the special forces once again, the immense medicinal power abruptly ceased and then vanished into thin air. Wang Sheng was taken aback for a moment, and then he realized that the potency of a Peiyuan Pill had already been completely consumed.

However, Wang Sheng understood clearly that the shadowy figure had completely transformed the military boxing, which primarily focused on capturing and injuring the enemy, into a lethal form of combat. Every move was aimed at taking a life, no longer exhibiting the mercy of the capturing techniques.

Wang Sheng did not think too much; regardless of the amount, he would make up for as much as he could. With his consciousness leaving the Yuan Soul Space, he consumed another Pei Yuan Dan and continued his journey.

The shopkeeper let out a sigh of relief, responded with a quick acknowledgment, and hurriedly went to make arrangements. Only the young girl in white gauze and her maid were left in the room

"Send someone to investigate," the cold voice of the woman in white silk echoed down. "Recently, the Dai family and the Song family have a sense that something is about to happen; perhaps we can find their whereabouts from this sword."

As for the assistance three months later, perhaps Song Yan truly has her own intentions in mind, but Wang Sheng would never take it seriously. What could a mediocre young man, who has hardly practiced, possibly do to help her

No wonder people never care about the remnants of the soul, but only about levels; it turns out that the remnants of the soul are not fundamentally unsolvable problems. Watching the lines on the little fish gradually complete, Wang Sheng finally felt relieved; completing the remnants of the soul is merely a matter of time.

Wang Sheng cast a glance at the other party, let out a cold laugh, said nothing, and walked back to his small courtyard at a leisurely pace, carrying his belongings

I found myself in a strange world, and I had become younger. A gray figure appeared in my mind, along with a lowly lingering soul of a small carp, and I became the fiancé of this extraordinarily beautiful Song Yan. All of this sounded like a dream.

With a somewhat disdainful smile, Wang Sheng entered the room as if nothing had happened. Inside the room were only the camouflage uniform and helmet that Wang Sheng had changed out of, nothing else. Even if someone were to come in, what could they possibly see?

However, the assassination with the rifle was an exception; it had also been modified by the shadowy figure. Yet, Wang Sheng felt that it resembled the method of using a cold weapon long spear, rather than the assassination technique with a rifle

The shopkeeper's expression changed suddenly, and cold sweat instantly covered his face. In fact, he was thinking exactly this: could something brought by a worthless nobody truly be the treasured sword of the young master of the Dai family?

Upon examining the outline of the small fish, only a small portion of the missing parts has been compensated, less than ten percent. This indicates one thing: the Peiyuan Dan is effective, but more Peiyuan Dan is needed to completely restore the primordial soul. If calculated proportionally, it is likely that the remaining nine pills may not be able to fully repair the deficiencies of the primordial soul.

It can be said that this shadowy figure is capable of optimizing all cold weapons and unarmed combat into means of killing, embodying pure instinct for slaughter. No wonder Wang Sheng can automatically assess many things the moment he sees others make a move; it is precisely due to this shadowy figure.

Inside the cloth bag are some daily necessities, such as oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, pots, bowls, and ladles. Since one must live life, these items are indispensable. Of course, these items are not worth much; what is truly valuable is the bottle of Peiyuan Dan that Wang Sheng is holding.

Firstly, Song Yan certainly does not appear to be merely a dependent young lady as she presents herself in this town; Uncle Yu and that Dai Huan's attitude towards Song Yan is certainly not that of treating someone inconsequential

Bang, as soon as Wang Sheng stepped out of the Baoqing Yutang, he was bumped in the chest by a young man. Wang Sheng did not step back, but the other party had already leaned in close and said in a voice only Wang Sheng could hear: "Kid, daring to compete with me for the little cigarette, make sure to wash your neck clean when you go back"

Wang Sheng watched Song Yan leave and closed the courtyard gate. When he was alone, Wang Sheng finally had the opportunity to quietly reflect on the events of the day.

However, the second round of military boxing performed by the petty person appears to be serious, yet many aspects have been altered beyond recognition. Each move and posture has been extensively modified, making the actions much more aggressive, and the angles of execution have also changed significantly. Any ordinary soldier who has practiced military boxing would immediately shake their head upon seeing it.

Why would Song Yan admit that she is his fiancée? If it was an excuse at first, then now it is likely still an excuse

Although everyone knows that Wang Sheng is merely a worthless individual with a lowly remnant soul, whose gold is not gold? The way he greets his companions is no less impressive than when he faces those instructors

What truly belongs to Wang Sheng is a secret; the liquid bulletproof vest is worn underneath, the military knife and Glock 17 are carried on his person, and even the goggles and mask are on him. If those people were to search, at most they would find the helmet somewhat unusual; could they possibly discover anything else

Wang Sheng returned to his small courtyard, and as expected, the hair strand he had left on the door latch when he left had vanished without a trace, indicating that someone had entered his yard

This house, this courtyard, can also be seen as Song Yan repaying the favor of saving her life, and Wang Sheng lives here with a sense of peace and justification. Having just arrived in this world, there is no need to sleep on the streets.

The woman in the white veil frowned slightly, seemingly displeased with such an imprecise description

This aura, compared to the first time Wang Sheng visualized it, was magnified countless times; it was no longer a subtle infiltration, but rather a massive influx. He could see that the missing parts on the little fish began to show a few more lines, and Wang Sheng knew that the Peiyuan Pill was taking effect

"The dust-absorbing pearl on the hilt of the sword, could it be that there are two identical ones in the world?" The woman in white silk chuckled lightly and said, "Do you also think that the young man is an insignificant waste, and therefore the items he brought must surely be fake?"

This was enough for the fellow to see clearly many things, and the smile on his face became increasingly warm. He reached out and invited Wang Sheng to the back. Before long, Wang Sheng emerged from Baoqing Yutang with a satisfied expression, carrying a simple burlap package.

Walking up to the entrance of the largest storefront, "Baoqing Yutang," Wang Sheng swaggered in with his bundle in hand. A clerk had already approached him with warm greetings.

In the main room of the backyard of Baoqing Yutang, a middle-aged man resembling a shopkeeper was respectfully reporting to a veiled woman sitting at the table: "Miss, we have received a batch of items, among which several bear the Dai family's emblem. The most exquisite sword is very similar to the one used by the young master of the Dai family, Dai Huan"

After practicing boxing once, the changes that Wang Sheng experienced were so vividly clear in his mind, as if they were ingrained in his brain

"I want to sell these items, do you accept them here?" Wang Sheng casually lifted a corner of the bundle, revealing a pile of weapons and various exquisite accessories, and then covered it up again.

Wang Sheng began to concentrate on the most basic military boxing he had practiced. As he started to think about the boxing techniques, the shadowy figure immediately reacted, standing up and earnestly performing a complete set of military boxing movements, followed by a second round.

I settled into the most comfortable position. This posture not only allows for comfort while sitting, but also slightly avoids the door, enabling my hand to swiftly draw the pistol from its holster, ready to launch an attack at any moment. This is Wang Sheng's habit; in unfamiliar places, it is only prudent to maintain a heightened sense of vigilance.

As a sniper, one must be adept at finding clues in every subtle detail. At present, Wang Sheng has already confirmed several points.

Wang Sheng thoroughly optimized the military body combat techniques, the use of military knives, and the various cold weapon combat methods he had learned with the assistance of the shadowy figure. However, when he specifically presented the usage methods for handguns, rifles, and sniper rifles, the shadowy figure remained indifferent. These firearms had never existed in this world, and the shadowy figure was not a deity; it was impossible for it to possess knowledge of such things.

Wang Sheng's primordial spirit is truly lacking in being unremarkable, unchanged, rather than being incomplete. Everyone clings to mocking him for being unremarkable, yet no one mocks his incomplete soul. However, since it is a primordial spirit of this level, who would be willing to spend a large sum of money to purchase the Primordial Nourishing Pill to make up for it

However, Wang Sheng remained indifferent to this; what others said was their own business. It is truly not an easy task to provoke a sniper with mere words. As Wang Sheng himself stated, if everyone here held such an opinion of him, he would actually welcome it.

Song Yan has left to attend to her own matters

Many people on the road recognized Wang Sheng; there was no way around it. His distinctive buzz cut set him apart from everyone else here, making him easily identifiable. Numerous individuals pointed and whispered about him, and Wang Sheng could always hear words such as "unorthodox," "overestimating oneself," and "worthless" among others.

Wang Sheng is self-aware and would not be so self-absorbed as to think that beautiful women would willingly throw themselves at him. Song Yan's actions are certainly intended to let certain individuals here know, even at the risk of being ridiculed in the context of elementary education, with only one purpose in mind: to make herself a shield.

The immense absorption of medicinal power requires a period of time, and Wang Sheng's mind once again focused on the gray figure. The figure remained motionless, sitting as if Wang Sheng were in the external world.

Previously, Wang Sheng thought that the Peiyuan Pill was similar to the tonic medicines on Earth, expensive but limited in price. However, he did not expect that in this world, elixirs would be so exorbitantly priced. A single Peiyuan Pill costs ten gold coins, which an ordinary family would not be able to earn even if they did not eat or drink for an entire year

Holding a Peiyuan Pill in his hand, Wang Sheng glanced at it before placing the pill into his mouth. Then, feeling a sense of relaxation, he swiftly entered a state of visualization. With the experience from the first time, the second time was almost effortless.

A surge of unparalleled spiritual energy rose from Wang Sheng's abdomen, wildly rushing towards the Yuan Soul space. Wang Sheng could distinctly feel that the streams of spiritual energy were directly rushing towards the incomplete outline of the little fish.

Carrying the brocade bundle, Wang Sheng went directly to the market. On the way to the school for enlightenment, Wang Sheng saw a sizable market, believing he could dispose of these items there