Without hesitation, Zhang Rongfang used the Attribute Points he had just accumulated to increase his Guanxu Skill.
Within the parentheses following "Guanxu Skill, "the Body Transformation Realm slowly blurred and disappeared.
Countless memories of meditation and breathing exercises flooded his mind.
A great deal of insight and understanding about Civilian Skill has been incorporated into this work.
Zhang Rongfang closed his eyes slightly, feeling a bit dizzy and lightheaded. But he felt normal after a short while.
He could feel the blood and qi in his body rapidly clearing some blocked meridians and blood vessels.
Then, inside the body, they connect to form a circular loop, creating a larger and more complex circulatory system than the Body Transformation.
Within minutes, he felt as if his internal organs were heating up and he could breathe out hot air.
This heat gradually spread from the inside out, permeating the entire body.
New text appeared on the Attribute Panel at this time.
'Guanxu Skill (Third Realm - Foundation Establishment)'
"In that case, I can be considered Great Circulation Expert in the Foundation Establishment Realm." Zhang Rongfang recalled those Foundation Establishment Realm masters who could fly and escape from the ground in the novels of his previous life, and then looked at himself, who was only Foundation Establishment Realm with smooth blood and qi and enhanced immunity.
The disappointment he felt left him speechless.
Let's take a look at the Life Attribute.
At this point, the Life Attribute have clearly changed.
It jumped from 23-27 to 25-29.
"Using one attribute point as two, not bad!"
Immediately, he put down the wooden basin and towel, and began practicing his Soul Fixing Talisman in the courtyard.
This time, I practiced for a longer time than before, until the third time when I felt a sharp pain in my internal organs and could no longer continue.
It's much better than before.
'This means my body's capacity is slowly increasing, and the stinging sensation likely indicates that my body is full and has reached its limit.'
Once he helps Wan Yanlu lose weight, he will be able to obtain those fragments of the Statue Fragment. At that time, he will want to see what secrets are hidden within them.
Suddenly, something was gently tossed into the night sky, flew over the wall, and was caught by Zhang Rongfang.
It's a crumpled piece of paper.
Upon unfolding it, one finds a line of tadpole-like black characters inside.
After reading it, Zhang Rongfang casually tore it into pieces and threw it into the brazier by the wall. Then he walked to the garden gate and gently pulled it open a crack.
Soon, there was a gentle knock on the courtyard gate.
A figure slipped inside.
"Sir, the Black Ten Sect has new developments. They seem to be investigating the route you took from Huaxin County to Tanyang."
The figure raised its head, revealing Qing Su and aloof face.
"With the Black Ten Sect's intelligence network, it's only a matter of time before they find out." Zhang Rongfang remained unfazed. "According to regulations, I can only mobilize some members of the Zheng Lou for personal matters, so this is up to you."
"Don't worry, my lord, I've also sent men to keep a close watch on them. But they've already found their way, and if this continues, it's only a matter of time before they're exposed," Qing Su said, frowning.
Zhang Rongfang had Returning Cause felt a sense of relief from the improvement in his Guanxu Skill, but now he was upset again because of the Black Ten Sect.
"The Black Ten Sect," he said, closing his eyes slightly. "How far have they gotten in their investigation?"
"We're already investigating the Bai Family Merchant Group. You came with them, so it's very likely someone from their Bai Family Merchant Group will expose you," Qing Su said in a deep voice.
"The Bai Family Merchant Group. Got it. Just keep an eye on them for me."
"Yes." Qing Su paused, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped herself.
"What do you want to say?" Zhang Rongfang asked, seeing through his intentions.
"Your Majesty, are you planning to take action against the Wan Yan Family?"
She asked calmly.
"If we follow Wan Yanlu's path, it is indeed possible to seize about half of the Wan Yan Family's wealth."
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Zhang Rongfang's heart clenched. He hadn't expected that his fame would spread so quickly, even among the subordinates of the Golden Wing Tower.
The largest gambling den in Tanyang City was the Jiao Province Gambling House located near the city wall on the west side of the city.
This gambling den is ostensibly owned by the philanthropist He Cundong.
But in reality, most of the shares belonged to various Government Office.
A small portion, however, is occupied by the Black Ten Sect.
Regardless of the shareholding structure, the Black Ten Sect is actually the real leader here.
Moka Molu, the master in charge of the Black Ten Sect here, is now over thirty years old and has begun to enter the decline period of a martial artist.
He has reached the limit of his potential advancement, and now it's time for him to think about his family, parents, and children.
As one of the Five Great Vajras of the Black Ten Sect, he has participated in dozens of battles, large and small, since his debut, leaving him with numerous scars.
But each time, his opponents paid a far greater price than he did.
The last time was three years ago, when a group of barbarians from the north entered Tanyang to seize territory, but he and his men drove them out.
The leader of that group of barbarians was known in the Jianghu as the Skinny Camel, meaning that his strength was comparable to that of a camel.
As a result, he chopped off the man's head with a single stroke, and used the skull as a wine cup to drink from.
Inside the Jiao Province Gambling House.
The lights were on, people were coming and going, and the gambling tables were surrounded by excited gamblers.
The dealers were all Masked Woman somewhat attractive.
Although the woman's face was covered, her clothing was mostly light and revealing.
The combined stimulation of hormones and gambling creates a dangerous allure throughout the gambling den.
Moka Molu sat on a leather chair at the back of the casino, with two beautiful women sitting beside him, drinking and chatting.
Even when he's sitting in a leather chair, his imposing physique exudes a strong sense of intimidation.
At that moment, a hooded man in a gray bodysuit, with his head down, quickly passed between the gambling tables and walked up to Moka Molu.
Bowing in greeting.
"Your Excellency Moka Molu, there is a resolution from the Altar. According to the elders, you will be responsible for carrying out this resolution."
"The resolution came down so quickly?" Moka Molu's expression remained unchanged as he pushed away the woman beside him and stood up.
"Yes, thanks to Lord Annuowa, the elders are furious about the thieves who broke into the church. Such a vile thing happened under the Eye of God. This is a provocation against our church! A provocation against God!" the gray-robed man replied in a deep voice.
"Give me the results. What did you find out? Who do you need to kill?" Moka Molu said in a low voice.
As the third in the Black Ten Sect's Shinto Altar, although he was not as powerful as the previous two to the point of being abnormal, he had still fought his way up through countless battles.
For people like them.
Killing doesn't discriminate based on rank.
Even Ninth Grade Master will die if poisoned.
Therefore, killing is never a direct confrontation. Surprise attacks, poisoning, kidnapping, ambushes, and sieges—using any means necessary—are the way to survive.
Therefore, although Moka Molu himself has only broken through six times, he has a record of killing Seventh Grade master.
"The objective this time is to investigate the Bai Family Merchant Group and kidnap a woman named Yang Hongyan," the gray-clad man said in a low voice.
"We've discovered that another force is secretly obstructing our investigation. So, as Lord Annuowa has instructed, we've split into two groups: one to deal with the Bai Family Merchant Group, and the other to capture Yang Hongyan."
"Understood. Interrogate both sides simultaneously, and verify the truth one by one." Moka Molu nodded.
Inside the Black Ten Sect, some clues have actually been found.
For example, Zhang Ying is a very problematic person.
After eliminating several other options, Zhang Ying came into their view.
For no other reason than that this person was far too suspicious. A little further investigation revealed even more clues and raised even more questions.
Now they've finally decided to take direct action.
When to make a move?
"Tonight!" the man in gray answered solemnly.
Moka Molu slowly stood up.
"Duo Gu Na, Pa Xi."
"Exist."
Two burly men, one tall and one short, bowed their heads in response behind him.
"Send First Squad to two separate locations to retrieve the people. I'll go and make arrangements with the yamen," Moka Molu said in a deep voice.
"Yes!"
"Make sure you change into the guests' clothes. That mysterious organization has strong intelligence capabilities, so don't let them discover you."
"Don't worry, boss." The two men, one tall and one short, Upper Capital wore confident smiles.
***In the darkness of night, several angry gamblers hurriedly walked out of the side door of the Jiao Province Gambling House, seemingly having lost money, and left cursing and swearing.
Before long, First Squad people, laughing arrogantly, carried wine jars and staggered out the door, then left as well.
First Squad of the losing First Squad, staggering about, unknowingly headed towards the Bai Family Merchant Group.
In the dead of night, the gamblers quickly arrived at the gate of the Bai Family Firm.
The group of five drew the Dagger hidden at their waists, exchanged glances, and prepared to split up and enter from several directions to capture the person.
"We only need to capture a few key figures: the second steward of the Bai Family, Zheng Yongfu, who was in charge of dividing the route and leading the team, and the two bodyguards who helped take care of Yang Hongyan at the time."
Among the five, the leader gave instructions in a low voice.
The group nodded in agreement.
"Let's go. The first thing we need to find out is what the relationship is between Zhang Ying and Yang Hongyan. And..." the leader continued.
"And what?" A female voice suddenly came from behind them.
The five people were startled and turned around at the same time to look at the source of the sound.
Puff!!
In an instant, one of the five men suddenly pulled out Dagger and stabbed the leader in the back.
Blood gushed out immediately.
The others were immediately alarmed and scattered.
"Tafuman, what are you doing?!"
"Tafuman, are you crazy?!"
Just then, several black figures rushed out of the side alley in the blink of an eye.
These people were all carrying short knives and wearing Black Mask, with only their eyes showing.
"There's an ambush! Get out!"
"Run!!"
The remaining four people, in a panic, scattered and fled.
Under the eaves not far away, Qing Su, also wearing Black Mask, watched this scene with satisfaction.
"As expected, the Black Ten Sect members really came tonight. It was worth waiting here for so long."
"Are you the leader behind these ambushers?"
Suddenly a voice came from Qing Su's right side.
His voice was deep, powerful, and calm, as if the people being chased and scattered were not his subordinates at all.
Qing Su shuddered and turned to look.
In the darkness, a burly figure, clad in brown leather armor and wearing gauntlets, slowly approached her.
"Moka Molu!?" Qing Su took a step back.
In the Black Ten Sect, Moka Molu is undoubtedly the third-best fighter, or rather, the assassin.
This person's most notable characteristic is their exceptionally powerful assassination skills; their speed and agility are the strongest in the Black Ten Sect. They have killed Sixth Grade adversaries several times, and even assassinated a Seventh Grade martial artist! Although they only used poison, it demonstrates that their strength far surpasses hers.
Qing Su's thoughts raced.
She was confident that she could escape even if she couldn't win, but the key was that if the Black Ten Sect captured the key members of the Bai Family, the true nature of Master Zhang Ying would be exposed.
If it turns out that Zhang Ying is Zhang Rongfang, then everything Zhang Ying has now will be destroyed.
Because Zhang Rongfang was of Man People origin, not Zhang Ying, Bei People.
Moreover, if the background of Zhang Xuan and his son is exposed, the identity of Master Zhang Ying will instantly turn them into traitors!
Qing Su slowly retreated.
Moka Molu forward step by step.
The two continued to move, one retreating while the other approached.
Suddenly, Moka Molu stopped, raised his head, and tilted it slightly backward.
Behind him, someone had appeared out of nowhere.
A burly figure, a head taller than him.
He was already considered tall and strong, but this person was even more robust.
The other person was wearing a tattered gray cloak that covered his entire body.
Only his face was visible; he was wearing a Black Mask.
Like Qing Su and other members of the Golden Wing Tower.
The evening breeze blew, causing the cloak to flutter and rustle.
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In that instant, Moka Molu met the other's eyes.
His own image was clearly reflected in those black eyes.
Splash!
Suddenly the cloak was lifted and blown off by the wind.
Moka Molu's pupils suddenly contracted, and the figure under the cloak vanished in the blink of an eye.
He suddenly felt a tingling sensation on the left side of his scalp.
In a split second, he quickly raised his hand and elbow to block! Thud! A massive, hammer-like sweeping leg slammed into his right elbow.
The powerful impact tore his sleeves apart, sending them flying.
Moka Molu instantly lost his balance, his body flew sideways to the left, and crashed into the wall of a house with a thud, causing dust to fall and scatter.
He felt numbness in his arm, almost losing all feeling. Half of his body ached, symptoms of overexertion.
He suddenly lowered his head.
Thud! A large hand violently rubbed his scalp and smashed through the wall behind him.
"Damn, High Grade Expert!!!? And not just any High Grade!!!"
All he could think about was cursing. He'd been gathering intelligence within the sect for so long, and yet this time it'd gone wrong! He'd ambushed others, only to be ambushed himself! Even his best efforts to block weren't enough; how was he supposed to fight?
A surprise attack might offer a better chance of victory.
But now!