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

After transmigrating, Zhao An saw two new types of people: villains with red names and virtuous people with white names. "Heavens, discern the good from the bad!" the victim cried out, kneeling and wailing, his grief heart-wrenching and moving. Zhao An smashed his skull with a single punch, instantly refining the evil soul. "If you're a red name, don't waste your breath." Ordinary people spend three to five years learning the basics of martial arts, over a decade achieving some success, and even a lifetime of relentless practice before hoping for perfection. Zhao An was different. His soul pool was filled with soul slaves, all his training slaves. If one soul slave couldn't master a peerless skill, he'd train ten or a hundred together. No need for hard work, no need for long periods of seclusion; Zhao An only wanted to quickly master martial arts and then smash the heads of even more villains! If his cultivation was insufficient, or his aptitude lacked, he'd simply make a wish based on merit. One good deed, wish for a martial arts elixir. Ten good deeds, wish for a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum. One hundred good deeds, and you can wish for a long-lost martial arts technique. Several years later. Zhao An: "How many good deeds are needed to wish for the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique?" (As the saying goes, even the wicked need the wicked to temper them.)