"Qi and blood solidified, Moves perfected, has he entered the threshold?"
He narrowed his eyes, a look of surprise appearing on his face.
He had already gotten a rough idea of the talents of these skinners before.
Among them, only the one called Wu Gang could be considered decent.
There were a few others who were passable, but they were slightly worse than Wu Gang.
The rest could only be described as ordinary; if they were lucky, they might have a chance to enter the threshold within a month.
He had no impression of this kid, yet precisely this kid, who had not caught his eye, had now entered the threshold.
Thinking to himself, he had already stepped forward.
Among the skinners, Wu Gang was meticulously practicing his boxing stance. Seeing Tian Hu walk over, he immediately held his breath and practiced even harder. His progress had been rapid during this time, and he could feel that he had touched the threshold. He estimated that in another three to five days, he would be able to successfully enter the threshold.
In his expectant gaze, Tian Hu walked straight past him and went directly to the back of the line.
"What's your name?"
Tian Hu's gaze fell on Lin Sheng. Before he could speak, his large hand was already placed on his shoulder.
"Reporting to Captain Tian, my name is Lin Sheng."
Facing Tian Hu, Lin Sheng replied neither subserviently nor arrogantly.
"When did you enter the threshold?"
"Fortunately, I entered the threshold last night."
Lin Sheng replied seriously.
"What's your age?"
"Sixteen."
"Not bad. Although your root bone is average, being able to enter the threshold in about ten days indicates that your comprehension is quite good. Clean yourself up tomorrow and find me at the Hunting Beast Hall."
Tian Hu nodded slightly, a smile appearing on his face.
He really didn't expect there to be a decent seedling in this Slaughterhouse.
As for why he hadn't noticed before, he figured it was because he hadn't looked closely, almost overlooking such a seedling.
Being able to enter the threshold of Raging Bull Fist in 10 days, and under such impoverished conditions, this child's comprehension could be considered upper-middle tier.
Although his root bone was only lower-middle, he was only 16 years old, and his root bone had not fully set. If he could eat and dress warmly, and with some medicinal supplements, he might not be unable to step into the upper-middle ranks.
This could be considered a talent worth cultivating in the Hunting Beast Hall.
With the gain of Lin Sheng, Tian Hu carefully checked the root bones and cultivation progress of the others to avoid any further omissions, but the result was somewhat disappointing; there were no unexpected surprises besides Lin Sheng.
He rarely spoke, encouraged everyone with a few words, and Tian Hu didn't stay long, turning around and leaving the Slaughterhouse.
After Tian Hu left, the skinners immediately stopped what they were doing, and everyone's gaze almost fell on Lin Sheng.
"Entered the threshold, Lin Sheng, you entered the threshold!!?"
Some skinners who were relatively familiar with him immediately crowded forward, asking with a mix of curiosity and jealousy.
Even some colleagues who were not originally familiar with him also came forward, their attitude very cordial. If someone didn't know, they would think they were great friends.
Wu Gang, not far away, watched this atmosphere that originally belonged to him, clenching his fists.
"How is this possible?"
He had always believed that he was the one with the best talent and root bone in the entire Slaughterhouse, and he would be the first to enter the threshold of Raging Bull Fist.
He didn't expect a dark horse to emerge halfway, entering the threshold a few days before him.
He didn't have much of an impression of Lin Sheng. In his eyes, the other party was just an insignificant figure who had only joined the Slaughterhouse not long ago.
Yet, precisely such an insignificant figure had actually surpassed him.
Feeling extremely unwilling, he immediately started practicing even harder.
He had even decided to take leave from Wang Dehai for the remaining few days, completely dedicating himself to cultivation until he entered the threshold of Raging Bull Fist.
Smiling and nodding to deal with these suddenly appearing solicitations, Lin Sheng cultivated for a while longer before finding an excuse to leave.
However, he wasn't in a hurry to leave the Slaughterhouse, but first sought out Wang Dehai.
He would be officially reporting to the Hunting Beast Hall tomorrow, so naturally, he had to greet the head of the Slaughterhouse.
Just as he arrived outside the Slaughterhouse, in front of the courtyard belonging to Wang Dehai.
He saw Wang Dehai sitting in the courtyard.
"Lin Sheng, come and sit."
Seeing Lin Sheng arrive, he got up, carefully examined him from head to toe, and then beckoned him over.
"Yes, Wrangler Wang."
Lin Sheng nodded and stepped forward.
"Sit down, I already know about your matter."
He had Lin Sheng sit down, extended his large, fleshy hand, and patted his shoulder heavily twice, seemingly feeling something. Soon, a smile appeared on his face.
"If I remember correctly, you've been in the Slaughterhouse for two months. Our brothers haven't had a good drink together yet. Today's meal will be on me, consider it a farewell banquet for you joining the Hunting Beast Hall."
"Thank you, Wrangler Wang."
"Why are you still calling me Wrangler Wang at this time? Just call me Brother Wang from now on."
Lin Sheng was slightly surprised by Wang Dehai's enthusiasm, but he quickly adapted. After all, having lived two lives, although he wasn't someone who was smooth with everyone, he understood human relationships to some extent.
He just didn't expect this world to be even more blatant.
He had only just received the notice to report to the Hunting Beast Hall not long ago, yet Wang Dehai had already prepared food here.
Glancing at the dishes on the table that were usually hard to come by, Lin Sheng couldn't help but sigh.
As expected, strength is everything.
The two exchanged toasts. Although Lin Sheng didn't drink alcohol, he ate the food on the table without hesitation, gobbling it up.
However, the dishes on the table probably cost no less than a hundred big coins, which was equivalent to a month of his hard labor.
The two chatted for a while, and their relationship at the dinner table quickly grew closer, soon they were putting their arms around each other's shoulders.
"Brother Lin, do you know why I specifically set up this banquet for you?"
Wang Dehai asked with a laugh after drinking a cup of wine, but before Lin Sheng could speak, he answered his own question.
"Do you think it's because you joined the Hunting Beast Hall?"
Lin Sheng was startled, then quickly nodded.
"No, no. Recruiting suitable and talented workers from various halls to join the Hunting Beast Hall happens once every few years. Although the Slaughterhouse is full of poor people, there are also many who join the Hunting Beast Hall each time. Not just anyone can get a farewell banquet from me, your elder brother."
Wang Dehai shook his head slightly and said calmly.
"Brother Lin, you've just started practicing martial arts and don't know much about the path of martial arts. Since I have time today, I, your elder brother, will tell you a bit about it."
"Oh, then thank you, Brother Wang."
Hearing this, Lin Sheng's heart stirred, and a look of joy appeared on his face.
He wasn't clear about the martial arts in this world. If he hadn't come into contact with Raging Bull Fist, he would still be a complete novice.
He had indeed always wanted to understand information about martial arts, but he had no means to do so. He had originally planned to start collecting information after entering the Hunting Beast Hall, but now that Wang Dehai had taken the initiative to speak, he was spared the trouble.