Dragon's Origin

Chapter 6: Instinct for Slaughter

Song Yan left, going to attend to her own matters.

Wang Sheng watched Song Yan leave and closed the courtyard gate. Alone, Wang Sheng could finally quietly reflect on the events of the day.

He had come to a strange world and even become younger. He had a gray figure in his mind, as well as a minor remnant soul, a little carp, and he had become the fiancé of this unbelievably beautiful Song Yan. All of this sounded like a dream.

As a sniper, he had to be good at finding clues in every detail. Wang Sheng was currently certain of a few things.

First, Song Yan was definitely not just a dependent cousin as she appeared to be in this town. Old Man Yu and that Dai Huan's attitude towards Song Yan was definitely not the attitude towards an insignificant person.

As for why Song Yan would admit that he was her fiancé, if it was an excuse at first, then now, it was probably still an excuse.

Wang Sheng was self-aware and would not indulge in the fantasy of a beauty throwing herself at him. Song Yan was doing this to let someone or some people here know, even at the cost of being ridiculed at the Meng School. The only purpose was that he had become a shield.

As for helping her after three months, perhaps Song Yan really intended to use him, but Wang Sheng would never take it seriously. What could a minor kid like him who hadn't cultivated much do to help her?

This house, this courtyard, could be said to be Song Yan repaying the debt of saving her life, and Wang Sheng lived here with peace of mind. Having just arrived in this world, there was no need to sleep on the streets.

Carrying the brocade package, Wang Sheng went directly to the market. On the way to and from the Meng School, Wang Sheng had seen a not-small market, and he believed he could dispose of these things there.

Many people recognized Wang Sheng on the road. There was no way around it; his signature buzz cut was different from everyone else here, making him stand out at a glance. Many people pointed at him, and Wang Sheng could always hear words like "minor," "overestimating himself," and "waste" in his ears.

However, Wang Sheng was indifferent to this. What others said was their business. It was not easy to provoke a sniper with words. As Wang Sheng himself said, if everyone here had this opinion of him, Wang Sheng would be more than happy.

Walking to the entrance of the largest shop on the street, "Baoqing Yutang," Wang Sheng swaggered in with his package. A shop assistant eagerly came up to greet him.

Even though everyone knew that Wang Sheng was just a waste with a minor remnant soul, whose money wasn't money? The shop assistant's greeting was no less enthusiastic than when facing those instructors.

"I want to sell these things. Do you buy them here?" Wang Sheng casually opened a corner of the package, revealing a pile of weapons and various exquisite accessories, and then covered it up again.

This was enough for the shop assistant to see clearly. The smile on his face became even more enthusiastic, and he reached out to invite Wang Sheng to the back. Before long, Wang Sheng walked out of Baoqing Yutang with a satisfied expression, having exchanged it for an ordinary linen package.

Bang, just as Wang Sheng walked out of Baoqing Yutang, he was bumped in the chest by a young man. Wang Sheng didn't back down, but the other party had already approached and said in a low voice that only Wang Sheng could hear: "Boy, how dare you try to snatch Xiao Yan from me? Go back and wash your neck clean."

Wang Sheng rolled his eyes at the other party, sneered, and without saying a word, walked back to his small courtyard with his things at a leisurely pace.

In the main room of the backyard of Baoqing Yutang, a middle-aged man who looked like a shopkeeper was respectfully reporting to a woman wearing a white veil sitting at the table: "Miss, we have received a batch of items, some of which have the Dai family's emblem. The most luxurious sword is very similar to the sword used by Dai Huan, the young master of the Dai family."

"Similar?" The woman in the white veil frowned, seemingly disliking such an imprecise description.

"It should be said that they are exactly the same," the shopkeeper hurriedly added, knowing his young lady's personality. "If Dai Huan didn't always have the Dai family's Seven Iron Guards with him, and ordinary people couldn't get close, this one would suspect that this is that sword."

"The dust-repelling bead on the hilt, is it possible that there are two identical ones in the world?" The white-veiled woman chuckled and said, "Could it be that you also think that the young man is a minor waste, so the things he brought must not be real?"

The shopkeeper's face changed, and cold sweat instantly covered his face. He actually had this thought. Could the things brought by a minor waste really be the saber of the young master of the Dai family?

"Send someone to investigate," the white-veiled woman's clear and cold voice came down. "Recently, the Dai family and the Song family feel like something is about to happen. Maybe we can find their whereabouts from this sword."

"Yes!" The shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief, agreed, and hurriedly went to make arrangements, leaving only the white-veiled girl and her maid in the room.

Wang Sheng returned to his small courtyard. As expected, the strand of hair he had left on the door bolt when he left had disappeared, someone had entered his courtyard.

Smiling disdainfully, Wang Sheng entered the house as if nothing had happened. There was only Wang Sheng's camouflage clothing and helmet that he had changed out of in the house, nothing else. Even if someone came in, what could they see?

The things that truly belonged to Wang Sheng's secrets, the liquid bulletproof vest worn inside, the military knife and Glock 17 carried on his person, even the goggles and mask were on him. If those people were to search, they would at most find that the helmet was a bit strange. Could they find anything else?

The linen package contained some daily necessities, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, pots, pans, etc. Since he was going to live here, these things were indispensable. Of course, these things were not worth much money. The truly valuable thing was the bottle of Primordial Essence Pills in Wang Sheng's arms.

Before, Wang Sheng thought that the Primordial Essence Pills were like tonics on Earth, expensive but limited, but he didn't expect that the pills in this world would be so expensive. One Primordial Essence Pill cost ten gold coins. Ordinary people couldn't earn that much even if they didn't eat or drink for a year.

Dai Huan's saber was very good. He wouldn't dare say it was a divine weapon, but among ordinary weapons, it was considered a top choice, but it was only worth five Primordial Essence Pills. The most valuable part was the dust-repelling bead on the hilt. Other various jade pendants and so on were calculated and converted into five more pills, a total of ten Primordial Essence Pills. It should be enough for Wang Sheng to complete his remnant soul.

Wang Sheng's Yuan Soul was truly lacking in the minor level, without change, rather than being incomplete. Everyone seized on his minor level to ridicule him, and no one ridiculed his remnant soul. However, since it was this level of Yuan Soul, who would be willing to spend a lot of money to buy Primordial Essence Pills to compensate?

He chose the most comfortable posture to sit down. This posture was not only comfortable, but also slightly avoided the door, and his hand could pull out the pistol from its holster at any time, ready to attack at any time. This was Wang Sheng's habit. In unfamiliar places, a little vigilance was necessary.

Holding a Primordial Essence Pill and looking at it, Wang Sheng put the pill into his mouth. Then, he relaxed his mind and quickly entered a state of visualization. With the experience of the first time, the second time was effortless.

A rich and unparalleled spiritual energy rose from Wang Sheng's abdomen, frantically rushing towards the Yuan Soul space. Wang Sheng could clearly feel that the streams of spiritual energy rushed straight towards the incomplete lines outlining the small fish.

This spiritual energy was many times larger than when Wang Sheng visualized for the first time. It wasn't a trickle of infiltration, but a large amount of influx. Seeing that a little bit of lines began to appear on the incomplete parts of the small fish, Wang Sheng knew that the Primordial Essence Pill was working.

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No wonder people never cared about remnant souls, but only cared about the level. It turned out that remnant souls were not fundamentally unsolvable problems. Watching the lines on the small fish being completed little by little, Wang Sheng was finally relieved. Completing the remnant soul was just a matter of time.

The absorption of the huge medicinal power took some time, and Wang Sheng's mind focused on the gray figure again. The figure was still motionless, sitting as Wang Sheng was in the outside world.

Wang Sheng began to concentrate on thinking about the most common military boxing he had practiced. As soon as he thought about the boxing method, the gray figure immediately reacted, stood up, and carefully performed it according to the routine of the military boxing, and then began the second time.

However, the little man's second set of military boxing looked serious, but many places were changed beyond recognition. Every move and every style were heavily tampered with, the movements were much sharper, and the direction of the shots was also changed a lot. If an ordinary soldier who had practiced military boxing saw it, he would directly shake his head.

But Wang Sheng understood that the gray figure had completely changed the military boxing, which was mainly about capturing and injuring the enemy, into a killing fist. Every move was to take people's lives, no longer a capture fist that showed mercy.

After the little man had performed the boxing method once, those changes were as clear as if they were growing in Wang Sheng's mind as soon as he recalled them.

When Wang Sheng just wanted to perform the military killing fist he had learned in the special forces again, the huge medicinal power suddenly broke and then disappeared out of thin air. Wang Sheng was stunned, and then he understood that the medicinal power of a Primordial Essence Pill had been exhausted.

Looking at the lines outlining the small fish, only a small part of the missing part was filled, less than ten percent. This shows one thing, the Primordial Essence Pill was effective, but more Primordial Essence Pills were needed to completely repair the Yuan Soul. If calculated according to the ratio, I am afraid that the remaining nine pills may not be able to completely repair the incompleteness of the Yuan Soul.

Wang Sheng didn't think too much, no matter how much, he would make up as much as he could. He left the Yuan Soul space, ate another Primordial Essence Pill, and continued to start.

After Wang Sheng had completely optimized the military killing fist, the use of military knives, and the cold weapon killing methods he had learned through the gray figure, when he specifically took out the use of pistols, rifles, and sniper rifles, the gray figure was indifferent. These hot weapons had never appeared in this world, and the gray figure was not a god, so it was impossible to know these things.

However, the assassination of rifles was an exception, and was also transformed by the gray figure. However, no matter how Wang Sheng looked at it, he felt that it was the use of cold weapon spears, not rifle assassination.

It can be said that this gray figure can almost optimize all cold weapons and bare-handed combat into means of killing the enemy, which is completely the instinct for killing. No wonder Wang Sheng would automatically judge many things as soon as he saw others make a move, it was because of this gray figure.