Sincerity, Part 1

"Forget it, you're just an honest person. If A Yi A Er had understood this sooner, things wouldn't have come to this." Zhang Rongfang wasn't a sentimental person.

But thinking about this, I still feel a little helpless.

"By the way, do you know if Princess Yongxiang's limbs were completely severed, could the Imperial Clan reattach and restore them?"

"Yes. There have been precedents, but it will take time. Many Treasure Medicine are very effective, but no matter how strong they are, the body's natural recovery speed is limited."

This injury will delay her recovery for at least two years. Moreover, it may leave lasting effects, which might jeopardize Princess Yongxiang's future in martial arts,"Chen Han shook his head.

Royal Bloodline are not allowed to Worship God, so this injury may truly be fatal.

"Interesting. This Princess Yongxiang is the daughter of Zhen Ding Wang, one of the Six Kings of the Great Ling. Zhen Ding Wang dominates three provinces and is extremely powerful."

Under these circumstances, sending her to Citong on business, with only weak protection, reveals a lot more shady dealings involved.

Zhang Rongfang didn't continue.

It now appears that there is considerable internal strife within the Imperial Clan.

Princess Yongxiang is probably just a victim of the power struggle between Zhen Ding Wang and Ling Emperor.

"Daozi, please be careful with your words," Chen Han quickly warned.

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this." Zhang Rongfang simply lowered his head and ate his food, focusing on enjoying his favorite spicy tofu.

In this instance, it has to be said that Taijing Zi was a truly divine assist.

Now that Yong Xiang is seriously injured, she should finally be able to behave herself.

Of course, if the Taijing Zi efficient, it would be best to just kill Yong Xiang directly.

This was Zhang Rongfang's second encounter with the Imperial Clan.

He has already discovered that the entire Imperial Clan is probably like this.

They are high and mighty, regarding all things under heaven as lackeys.

Of course, if it were Thousand Leaves Princess Ye Bai, she would also be high and mighty, but she would also be clear about gratitude and resentment, and would reward and punish accordingly.

She's far superior to Princess Yongxiang.

"Then Daozi, what should we do next?" Chen Han asked.

"I have come here in the name of Guardian, to oversee the White Ten Sect, and to the Rebel Sect. At the same time, I will spread the doctrines of my Great Dao Sect," Zhang Rongfang replied.

"So, as long as we do our job well, that's fine. After this battle, the White Ten Sect should be much quieter. As for the Rebel Sect, they were never going to amount to anything anyway."

Our next step is to build Daoist Temple, recruit Daoist priests, and promote the teachings of our religion here.

This process is also precisely the golden period for one's own development.

Zhang Rongfang did not say those words aloud.

The Golden Toad Skill should continue to advance, while simultaneously seeking superior Hard Skill as soon as possible. The Civilian Skill are likely to be monitored by the Great Dao Sect, so they must be temporarily halted.

Next comes the time to accumulate and verify the results of the Eastern Sect experiment. Zhang Rongfang is already prepared for a protracted battle in Citong.

"Actually, Daozi didn't need to confront Princess Yongxiang head-on. With your talent, as long as you restrain your temper for a moment, your future will surely be bright and boundless."

"You are a genius with a very high probability of becoming Spirit General in the future." Chen Han hesitated for a moment, but finally said what was on his mind.

"You are not like us ordinary people. Back then, I was Internal Method Fifth Realm and could not break through the bottleneck for a long time. So I realized that I had reached my limit. In the end, I chose to Worship God."

"There are actually many, many more people like us. A Yi, A Er, and many people in the Heavenly Treasure Palace, the vast majority of whom are of the Super Grade, can only stay at the level of External Medicine. Only a few, like me, can reach the Internal Method."

Very few can reach the Three Voids. And those who become Grandmasters are even rarer. Establishing a place in the arena requires not only one's own strength, but also the support of connections.

To have a true friend who will risk their life for you, someone who can shield you from challengers when they're not in top form—that's something we can't achieve.

Zhang Rongfang listened, his expression also became solemn.

"This is the first time I've heard of Grandmasters. Actually, I've always had a question. If a Grandmaster sets up a arena, don't Spirit Vein come up to challenge them?"

"Yes. Since a arena has been set up, there is naturally no need for any restrictions on who comes and goes." Chen Han nodded. "But generally, there is a selection process for Grandmasters, and many rely on the protection of powerful forces behind them. Moreover, Grandmasters themselves also receive support from the Ling Ting, so no one dares to play tricks in front of the Ling Ting."

As long as the likes of Spirit Guard Spirit Vein dare not step onto the stage, that's enough. Spirit General, on the other hand, have absolutely no chance of participating. So this is, in a way, a form of relative fairness.

"So, without the support of the Ling Ting, there's no way to become a Grandmaster?" Zhang Rongfang countered.

"No, that's not it." Chen Han nodded. "Besides this type, there is another kind of grandmaster, which is generally called the inner grandmaster."

These masters are forged through utterly brutal battles. Whether they are Spirit Vein or ordinary martial artists, once they step onto the stage, they must be defeated to be considered victorious.

These kinds of masters possess strength far exceeding that of ordinary peers, and their numbers are extremely small. Some masters in Secret Teaching are like this. Therefore, those who can join Secret Teaching and be revered as masters generally possess strength far beyond what ordinary people can imagine.

"Like that Taijing Zi?"

"Yes."

Zhang Rongfang carefully processed the information conveyed in these words, believing that Chen Han would not deceive him with information that was already circulating in the public.

For a moment, he organized his thoughts and stopped speaking.

Seeing this, Chen Han also sat down to the side, quietly concentrating and resting, while keeping watch on his surroundings.

The carriage traveled continuously back to Far Star Residence.

After getting off the carriage, while still on the way up the mountain, the two heard from the guards that Princess Yongxiang had returned.

Surprised, Zhang Rongfang didn't linger and continued on his way back.

"Daozi, how should we deal with this?" Chen Han asked with some concern.

After all, anyone with a little sense could tell that the pretense was perfunctory.

"It's alright," Zhang Rongfang. "I am Daozi of the Great Dao Sect and come from the Heavenly Treasure Palace. Even if Yong Xiang wanted to target me, she wouldn't do it so casually."

She was just a county princess, not Princess, much less the His Majesty.

"If you want to mess with me, you'll have to get past Heavenly Treasure Palace first."

Upon hearing this, Chen Han felt somewhat relieved.

As the two returned, they encountered far fewer guards as they ascended the mountain.

Intermittent bursts of whipping and screams could be heard from the mountainside.

Chen Han felt a little nervous. He had grown up in the Great Dao Sect since childhood, learning martial arts and Worship God. Although he seemed to be quite old, his experiences were not very rich.

This was the first time he had ever faced the Royal Bloodline.

But Zhang Rongfang remained motionless, his eyes calm, as he returned to his own courtyard.

However, many things are more likely to erupt the more you try to prevent them from happening.

At this moment, Princess Yongxiang's personal maid, Chang Yongchun, along with two burly men, were already blocking the courtyard gate.

"Zhang Shoujiao Lord Zhang, the princess requests your presence." The plump maidservant stared coldly at Zhang Rongfang and his companion with a hint of sarcasm on her face.

"Please."

She stretched out her hand and pointed to the courtyard where Yong Xiang lived.

Zhang Rongfang glanced at her, a multitude of thoughts flashing through his mind.

"Let's go." He turned his head slightly and said to Chen Han behind him.

"Um."

A hint of worry flashed in Chen Han's eyes. He subtly moved closer to Zhang Rongfang.

It allows for quick intervention to block attacks.

Guided by Yongchun, the two quickly crossed a section of mountain road and arrived at a much larger courtyard.

After the guards checked the area, they opened the gate.

The three of them pushed open the door and entered. Instead of going to the main hall, they walked along the left side into the depths of the corridor.

Continue along the corridor until you reach a small lake.

The lake is not large; it is a perfect circle, about twenty meters in diameter, with some green duckweed floating on its surface.

Princess Yongxiang stood in a pavilion by the small lake.

Her face was filled with malice, and she was wearing a white dress with gold trim that she had just changed into. She was staring coldly at the men in front of her who were being whipped.

Zhang Rongfang recognized those men; they were some of the skilled fighters who had feigned unconsciousness during the attack on the church.

At this moment, the backs of the men were exposed, their flesh torn and bleeding from the whipping, and it was unclear how long they had been whipped.

"Princess, Lord Zhang Ying has arrived." A maid ran up and whispered to Yong Xiang.

Yong Xiang then moved her eyes and looked in this direction.

Before Zhang Rongfang could even walk along the corridor into the pavilion, her eyes darkened even more.

"Zhang Ying, how dare you!"

Zhang Rongfang stepped into the pavilion, his gaze sweeping over Yong Xiang's hands and feet.

It appeared that the area had been secured with something, and metallic-colored panels could be vaguely seen.

"I wonder what the princess means?" he asked solemnly, clasping his hands in a fist salute.

"Do you think you're so smart?" Yong Xiang's face showed a sneer. "Do you think that just because you're Daozi of the Great Dao Sect and the Grand Master disciple of the Heavenly Treasure Palace, I won't dare to touch you?"

Zhang Rongfang's cold expression gradually subsided.

"This humble official does not understand what the princess is saying?"

"Do you think being Taijing Zi- prone will end well?"

Yong Xiang's face flushed slightly.

"You think I wouldn't notice you deliberately let me win?!"

"Your Highness is too kind," Zhang Rongfang said in a deep voice. "I rushed forward for Your Highness's sake and was almost ambushed and seriously injured, to the point that I fainted on the spot."

"Hehehe, do you really think I wouldn't dare to do anything to you?" Yong Xiang sneered.

"This humble official dares not, this humble official does not know where I went wrong." Zhang Rongfang naturally could not admit that he had let the enemy off the hook at that time.

"I don't know where I went wrong?" Yong Xiang's voice gradually faded.

"Ha! If it were people like you who had risked your lives to protect me back then, how could I, how could I have fallen to this state?!" Yong Xiang's voice suddenly rose.

"It's all your fault!! You idiots!! Useless!! Useless!!!"

She suddenly raised her hand high.

"I wouldn't dare kill you, but I'd cripple you just the same!! Lei An, break all four of his limbs!! Cripple him!!!"

Her voice suddenly became high-pitched, and her eyes were bloodshot.

Whoosh!

In an instant, two figures pounced out from the side and behind at the same time.

The two men simultaneously reached out to grab Zhang Rongfang.

"Daozi, be careful!!" Chen Han immediately stepped in front of Zhang Rongfang to block him.

Bang! He exchanged a blow with one of them, and they were evenly matched.

But another man's short knife had already slashed fiercely at Zhang Rongfang's right arm.

Without a second thought, Chen Han raised his leg and kicked to the side, using his left leg to block the short knife.

Puff!!

The blade was clearly not an ordinary weapon; it easily cleaved a large gash in his right leg, revealing the writhing Silver Thread inside.

Zhang Rongfang stood still, motionless.

Even after Chen Han stepped in to block the two men for him, he still didn't move.

Bang! Inside the gaping wound where Chen Han's leg had been severed, Silver Thread surged rapidly, about to heal.

Of the two who suddenly made their move, one of them quickly reached out, pressed his hand against the wound, and actually managed to grab the surging Silver Thread.

Chen Han originally only had a leg injury and was not making any noise, but now he was being held down by one person and the other was plugging the wound.

He was in so much pain that his face changed color and he screamed loudly.