Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Chen Qing returned home from Linfu Restaurant through the night, his steps steady but his thoughts surging like tides.

Wu Manqing's recruiting words still echoed in his ears.

Previously, when he had just begun learning martial arts, he lacked resources and needed support.

Now he was just one step away from the threshold of transforming strength, giving him his own confidence.

Others' assistance was certainly tempting, but it was like invisible shackles.

Furthermore, he would soon break through to transforming strength, so why bind himself to the Wu family's wagon?

With his mind decided, his steps became somewhat lighter.

Before long, that familiar small courtyard with green tiles appeared before him.

Pushing open the courtyard gate, he saw Lady Han holding needle and thread, staring at Chen Qing's old jacket for a long time without making a stitch, her brow slightly furrowed with a worried expression.