Trait Talent (Part 2)

Zhang Rongfang gritted his teeth, lowered his head, and endured the intense pain, trying not to make a sound.

Time keeps passing.

I don't know how much time has passed.

He rarely encountered this situation. The last time he experienced a Dark Light Vision, it wasn't this difficult or painful.

Gradually, as time went by, he could feel that his internal organs and muscles were becoming a mess, as if they had been mixed up in a blender.

Thump. The last, violent heartbeat.

Finally, everything inside the body began to solidify and cool down.

Zhang Rongfang slowly opened his eyes. A faint Heavenly Light shone in from the window, indicating that it was already past midnight.

He looked down at himself. His entire body was completely soaked in sweat.

"The changes this time are so significant. And unlike last time, it's not just a visual change."

Dark Light Vision involves modifying the eyes, so visual acuity changed at that time.

Now, the entire body is being changed, so it should be based on Trait Talent corresponding to that entire body!

Zhang Rongfang took a deep breath, ignoring the Prayer Mat that was already soaked through.

Close your eyes, open the Attribute Panel, and take a closer look.

Zhang Rongfang - Life 200-200.

Trait Talent:

Super Vision - Dark Light Vision.

Super Flesh - Blood Flesh Completion.

"Blood Flesh Completion? What does that mean?" Zhang Rongfang was taken aback.

He frowned, stood up, and carefully felt every part of his body.

There was no change; the strength, speed, and reaction time seemed exactly the same as before, without any alteration.

However, the words on the Attribute Panel clearly indicate that the new Trait Talent has indeed appeared.

"Blood Flesh Completion," Zhang Rongfang pondered as he walked to the door of the Quiet Room and pushed it open.

The Daoist priest guarding outside bowed slightly to him.

"Daozi, you're awake? Would you like to have a meal in the Quiet Room?"

Zhang Rongfang often entered a meditative state for one or two days at a time at the Aloeswood Palace, so they were not surprised.

"Take him to a bath first, then take him to the study," Zhang Rongfang instructed.

He glanced at the man in front of him.

As the Dark Light Vision naturally activated, the blood vessels and meridians on the Daoist's body slowly emerged.

Judging from his meridians, blood vessels, heart rate, and muscle fiber thickness, this person's strength is probably not yet at the Entering the Ranks.

Zhang Rongfang had already used his Dark Light Vision talent to collect data and categorize the approximate physical condition of martial artists at different stages.

Now we can roughly tell what level someone belongs to just by looking at them.

For some reason, Zhang Rongfang felt something strange when he looked at the other person; he felt that the other person had a faint fragrance about them.

Body odor?

He was puzzled.

But this Daoist priest was clearly a man, and a man who was already around thirty years old.

Why does he smell a little good?!

Zhang Rongfang clearly sensed that something was wrong.

Seeing that the Daoist priest was about to leave, he suddenly spoke up and asked a question.

"Wait a minute. You just took a shower? Did you use aromatherapy?"

"Master Daozi, I am a man, so I don't need incense," the Daoist replied, somewhat bewildered and embarrassed.

"So you have a natural body odor?" Zhang Rongfang asked calmly.

"No, Daozi, I'm a man, how could I possibly have a body odor?"

The Daoist priest stroked his three-inch-long beard and felt a chill run down his spine.

"But you smell so good," Zhang Rongfang said, puzzled.

"..." The Daoist sensed something was amiss. "Daozi, I will go and prepare bathwater for you. Farewell!"

He turned and ran, for some reason, he felt that if he stayed any longer, something bad might happen! Watching the Daoist priest quickly jog away from the courtyard, Zhang Rongfang withdrew his gaze.

He walked all the way to the bathing room, watching the little maids busily preparing in the courtyard.

Zhang Rongfang caught a faint, almost imperceptible fragrance once more.

This time, it wasn't just one person, but everyone! His heart sank, and he turned to look at a Big Beard priest standing guard to the side.

This man was muscular, had a square face, resolute eyes, and a tall stature, exuding a strong, masculine aura.

But when Zhang Rongfang stared at him, he felt a chill run down his spine, and a sense of utter unease washed over him.

In particular, Daozi's gaze was extremely aggressive, making him involuntarily want to escape from here immediately.

Zhang Rongfang stared blankly at the Big Beard man for a while, then looked at the little girls in front of the water room.

Strange things happened.

The fragrance emanating from these young girls was actually less intense than that of the Big Beard, bearded man. Zhang Rongfang's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was in turmoil.

What does this mean?! He swallowed hard, looking at the Big Beard priest, and involuntarily felt a strong urge to go forward and devour him whole!

His flesh and blood must be incredibly delicious. Delicious, just like fine beef that has just been pan-fried in butter over high heat.

The aroma was rich and enticing; it must be incredibly delicious and satisfying to chew. Zhang Rongfang's saliva increased, and the inscrutable look in his eyes deepened.

"Daozi need to go to the outhouse, I'll be right back." The Big Beard finally couldn't take it anymore, apologized, and turned to run away.

Zhang Rongfang also sensed that something was wrong with him, but he didn't say anything and let the other person run away quickly.

He turned around, quickly went into the washroom, took a bath, changed his clothes, and then hurried to the underground prison of the Aloeswood Palace.

As the core of the Guardian Teaching Office, Aloeswood Palace had already moved the main functional departments of the government office here.

As a separate local religious administration department, Aloeswood Palace has some functions similar to those of Government Office.

Generally, if a criminal has a religious background, the local government must transfer the case to the Guardian Teaching Office for trial.

Therefore, those Guardian generally have their own unique and complete Government Office system.

Zhang Rongfang arrived at the underground prison without stopping.

The prison also holds a few skilled members of the Secret Teaching Thousand Sect Alliance who were captured earlier.

Having been imprisoned for so long, these skilled individuals had long since lost their Essence, Qi, and Spirit, and their eyes had become numb.

Inside the Dungeon, the stench of excrement, urine, blood, and rotten flesh mingled together, making even Zhang Rongfang feel disgusted.

Led by the jailer, he quickly arrived at the first cell.

The entire prison was in the shape of Narita, and he walked from left to right, going down and walking forward.

The first prison cell they encountered belonged to an external intelligence agent of the Thousand Sect Alliance.

This was a tall, blond-haired, blue-eyed man wearing a tattered black robe.

"Who are you? Are you here to torment me again? It's useless. The Ling Ting has been evil from the beginning. They treat people like livestock, while they themselves are high above and manipulate everything at will."

"Daozi, this person has some mental issues. He's been like this for several months now, please don't mind him."

The jailer in charge of guarding the prisoners quickly explained.

"It's nothing." Zhang Rongfang stared at the man.

Despite the stuffy air and the pervasive smell of mildew.

But amidst this series of unpleasant smells, there is also an indescribable, rich aroma that remains consistently strong and distinct.

"Open the door," Zhang Rongfang ordered. "Let me in."

"Yes." Without saying a word, the jailer stepped forward, pulled out a bunch of keys, found one of them, and unlocked the cell's lock.

He opened the iron gate, a fawning smile on his face, and waited for Zhang Rongfang to go in.

The prisoner in the cell sensed something was wrong. He raised his azure eyes and met Zhang Rongfang's dark pupils.

Suddenly, an indescribable chill washed over the prisoner.

He unconsciously took a step back.

"What... what do you want to do!?"

Zhang Rongfang did not answer.

He slowly walked into the prison.

Approaching the prisoner, step by step.

The prisoner retreated step by step.

The distance between the two grew closer and closer.

The fragrance that Zhang Rongfang smelled grew stronger and stronger, a scent mixed with the stench of sweat, but it didn't make him feel nauseous at all.

At this point, he understood that it was impossible for everyone outside to use fragrance or have a natural body odor.

Therefore, the only one with a problem is him.

It was his own fault that he made the mistake.

"I"

He looked down at the prisoner from his elevated position.

"Terribly sorry."

Without a sound, his hand had already gripped the other person's neck with lightning speed.

Sharp fingers, instinctively and precisely, pierced the arteries on both sides of the prisoner's neck.

Blood gushed out from the wound.

Normally, this blood would flow down the clothes and onto the body until it drips to the ground.

But at this moment, a bizarre scene unfolded.

The prisoner struggled frantically, but to no avail; his strength was far inferior to Zhang Rongfang's.

Blood gushed rapidly from both sides of his neck, but all the blood disappeared as soon as it touched Zhang Rongfang's palm skin, just like water seeping into and wetting a towel.

A gentle Warm Current spread rapidly along Zhang Rongfang's palm, climbing and flowing upwards, eventually converging at his heart.

Along with this sensation came a unique, exquisite pleasure, somewhere between tingling and itching, that spread throughout Zhang Rongfang's body.

He groaned involuntarily.

He failed to notice that the blond, blue-eyed prisoner he had grabbed was rapidly becoming wrinkled, his hair dry and dull. His eyes were sunken, as if he were aging and weakening at an alarming rate.

It was as if his Life Force was being continuously absorbed into Zhang Rongfang's body at this moment.

After an unknown amount of time, suddenly, the Warm Current stopped.

Zhang Rongfang also recovered from that blissful state.

He quickly came to his senses and looked at the prisoner in his hands again.

The prisoner had become extremely thin Azure Elder as if he had aged decades in an instant.

Meanwhile, the jailer outside was staring at them in terror, not daring to utter a sound.

On the contrary, Zhang Rongfang's body was noticeably fuller and more energetic than before.

In addition, there was a feeling that something inside his body had been completed, which lingered in his mind.

'Is this what they call Blood Flesh Completion?!'

Zhang Rongfang tossed aside the prisoner and closed his eyes to look at the Attribute Panel in front of him.

At this moment, the newly emerged Trait Talent underwent another change.

Trait Talent: Blood Flesh Completion (Blood Flesh Amplification - 11)

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