202: Chapter 22 Qingping Martial Arts School! Divine Sense Imprint!

Zhang Yang arrived at a small alley.

Sensing the several good samaritans following behind him, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"Kid, hand over all the money on you!"

The three good samaritans were a bit confused as they watched Zhang Yang walk into the alley on his own.

But they naturally wouldn't give up on a target that delivered himself to them.

The three of them slowly surrounded Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang turned to look at the three and chuckled softly.

In the next instant, Zhang Yang struck immediately.

Within a flash, he knocked all three of them down.

Looking at the three lying on the ground, Zhang Yang shook his head slightly.

These three hadn't even stepped onto the path of a Martial Artist; they weren't even in the Skin Refinement Realm.

Even if Zhang Yang hadn't Cultivated, relying on his Peak physical control...

...he could easily kill the three of them.

After first taking the money from the three...

Zhang Yang gripped one person's head, and Yang Spirit Power surged into it!

He handled the following two people in the same way!

Zhang Yang stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the three on the ground, and said quietly, "Get up!"

As his voice fell, the three snapped their eyes open and stood up with normal expressions.

They bowed to Zhang Yang and said, "Greetings, Master!"

Seeing this, Zhang Yang nodded with satisfaction.

He was just experimenting with using Yang Spirit Power to plant a Divine Thought Imprint on these three.

It seemed the effect was quite good.

As long as Zhang Yang's Yang Spirit Power could Breakthrough the mental defenses of the people in this world...

...he could plant a mark within them.

Those with a Divine Thought Imprint planted would regard Zhang Yang as their master in their hearts.

Of course, this would disappear once the mark was removed.

When experimenting on the first person, it had actually already succeeded.

However, Zhang Yang feared it might not be stable enough, so he tested it again on the remaining two!

Although he lost about one year of Descent Time, it didn't matter.

There were still over 18 years left, which was enough for Zhang Yang!

"You three go back first."

At Zhang Yang's command, the three turned and left with normal expressions.

Afterward...

...Zhang Yang found a few more good samaritans in the alley to borrow some startup capital.

But this time, he didn't waste any Descent Time on them.

Three experiments were enough; he had other targets next!

He had to maximize his benefits!

After obtaining enough startup capital, Zhang Yang arrived outside a large courtyard in Qingping County!

"Qingping Martial Arts Hall! The Hall Master has a cultivation at the Peak of the Viscera Nurturing Realm! His days are numbered, so he has opened the hall to recruit disciples!"

Zhang Yang looked up at the four characters "Qingping Martial Arts Hall" above the courtyard gate, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.

His target for this trip was the Hall Master of this Qingping Martial Arts Hall.

Through his inquiries this morning, he already knew that as long as he paid a sufficient Apprenticeship Fee...

...he could join the Qingping Martial Arts Hall and get a chance to meet the Hall Master face-to-face.

And this was the opportunity Zhang Yang wanted—as long as he planted a Divine Thought Imprint on the Hall Master!

Then all the Martial Skills and Cultivation Techniques of the Qingping Martial Arts Hall would be open to him!

With these, Zhang Yang should be able to start the path of creating his own Cultivation Techniques and Martial Skills!

Furthermore, he shouldn't be too short on cultivation resources!

As for whether he could succeed, Zhang Yang wasn't worried.

With his current Yang Spirit Power, he estimated that even a Martial Artist above the Innate level wouldn't be able to defend against it!

At most, it would consume more Descent Time!

"Here to join the hall? Go on in!" said the two people at the door, looking at the approaching Zhang Yang indifferently.

For some time now, there had been a constant stream of people wanting to learn martial arts at the hall.

But at most, they would just pay to learn some basic skills; wanting to become a True Disciple...

...was impossible.

They assumed Zhang Yang was also there to pay and learn martial arts.

Zhang Yang nodded slightly upon hearing this and walked in through the main entrance.

PS: Something came up at home; I'll make up the word count tomorrow!

Exhausted...