Watching Wang Pangzi's round, rolling back hurry around the corner of the martial arts school corridor, Fang Yuan's lips curved faintly.
"After my strength improved, even asking people to do things gives me much more confidence."
If he were still that ordinary, unknown disciple who had just entered the martial arts school,
he would have had to tread on thin ice, with nothing to do but bury himself in hard training.
Now, his status as a true disciple, coupled with the strength he had displayed, had given him the capital to leverage certain resources.
He knew perfectly well that while there might be plenty of ordinary Cultivation Methods circulating on the market, movement techniques that could truly "enter a grade" and significantly enhance a martial artist
were absolutely scarce resources—expensive, yet unavailable even at a price.
He had already prepared himself to wait for some time.
His choice to reveal Liu Chengfeng's secret to Senior Brother Wang rather than the steadier, more upright First Senior Brother Zhao Tie was also the result of careful consideration.
Senior Brother Wang appeared smooth and worldly, but his mind was quick and adaptable,
and with the resources of the Baimao Merchant Guild behind him, he was better suited to handling such matters in secret.
If he had told Zhao Tie directly—a man of upright character who placed the martial arts school above all else—it would likely have immediately triggered a direct confrontation, startling the snake in the grass
and pushing the situation in an uncontrollable direction. The safer choice was to lay out plans in secret like this and borrow each other's strength.
"This is good enough." Fang Yuan gathered his thoughts, lingered no longer, and turned toward the exit of the martial arts school.
Not long after Fang Yuan left.
Beneath a secluded