Two-Way (Part 1)

Puff.

Zhang Rongfang casually discarded the Mad Monk Kong Yu, which had already been drained dry.

Looking at the Attribute Panel, it climbed again, reaching Blood Flesh Completion value of 56.

His brow relaxed.

My injuries also feel much better.

The combination of Tenfold Heavy Mountain stacking with three Limit State, plus the use of the Breaking Limit Skill of Shrink Step.

Finally, there was the clash of the Western Sect Grandmaster's full power.

This caused him considerable internal injuries.

"As expected of a master of the Western Sect's Worship God Grandmaster, such strength and power!"

The difference between Worship God Grandmaster and an ordinary master is already a significant one.

In addition, the Western Sect's martial arts were already more powerful than those of other forces.

Only then did he realize that Zuo Han had been tolerating him and accommodating him in their fights.

"I've heard that grandmasters possess their own unique Final Form Lethal Strike. Judging by that, they are indeed incredibly powerful."

Even without using the Final Form, it was enough to injure him. If the Final Form had been used, this would have been the key reason why Zhang Rongfang fled immediately.

"Your Crown Prince."

Zuo Han's figure emerged from the woods on one side.

His face was slightly pale, Essence, Qi, and Spirit seemed somewhat listless.

"Uncle Zuo, you're injured!?" Zhang Rongfang frowned.

"Yes, I suffered a minor injury, but I've almost recovered." Zuo Han nodded.

Similarly, his gaze fell on Zhang Rongfang's arm, and he frowned.

"Your Crown Prince, you're injured too!?"

"Yes, we encountered a Western Sect Grandmaster who launched a surprise attack." Zhang Rongfang nodded in a deep voice.

"Grandmaster!? How are your injuries?" Zuo Han's expression changed, and he asked worriedly. "Do you need my help to heal you?"

"This is a bit troublesome," Zhang Rongfang shook his head. "I haven't suffered such a serious injury in many years."

He sighed.

"It probably won't be fully healed until tomorrow."

"..." Zuo Han's expression changed, and he held back a sentence that almost slipped out.

He took a deep breath.

"Since the plan has failed, shall we lie low for now and wait for a better opportunity?"

"That's fine then." Zhang Rongfang nodded. He realized the formidable power of the Worship God Grandmaster, and the next step was to carefully plan how to achieve his goal.

Without exchanging any pleasantries, the two briefly discussed their next move and then returned to their respective places.

Zhang Rongfang returned to the Aloeswood Palace, Zuo Han returned to the hidden stronghold of the Thousand Stone Sect.

Before leaving, Zhang Rongfang passed by Kong Yu where someone was slowly getting up.

With a casual slap, Triple Heavy Mountain struck down on the Kong Yu above his head like lightning.

Bang! The arrogant and lecherous Mad Demon Monk had barely raised his hand when, in his instinctive attempt to resist, it was already too late.

In the blink of an eye, the figure vanished.

The empty Kong Yu was left with the corpse that began to wither rapidly and turn into black ash.

Nothing was said that night.

Early the next morning.

Zhang Rongfang went straight to the Dao Palace's Personal Martial Arts Arena.

To protect his privacy, he has now set aside a separate Martial Arts Field for himself.

The purpose is to test the constantly improving physical fitness.

After absorbing the Kong Yu, he felt his physical fitness begin to improve continuously.

This feeling of constant progress is undoubtedly captivating.

Standing in the center of the Martial Arts Field.

Zhang Rongfang glanced at the sky, which was just beginning to lighten, and picked up the Thousand Jin Iron Lock he had prepared earlier with one hand.

I weighed it in my hand.

It's lighter now.

He fell silent for a moment.

"Someone, bring up the Two Thousand Jin Iron Lock that we prepared earlier."

Martial Arts Field, a Daoist priest responded loudly.

A short while later.

The gate was wide open, and a dark, oval-shaped Iron Lock was quickly carried in by three people working together.

Bang.

Iron has a very high density, so two thousand catties is actually only one ton, which is not a large amount.

Zhang Rongfang stepped forward and grasped the handle with one hand.

With a strong pull.

A heavy feeling pressed down on his arm.

"Good."

He took a deep breath and threw it upwards with force.

Call.

The Iron Lock tumbled and flew more than a meter into the air before slowly falling back down.

It was caught by Zhang Rongfang with both hands with a soft "plop".

His heart rate remained only slightly faster. Aside from that, nothing else changed.

He put down the Iron Lock and waved to the few Daoist priests who were already stunned.

"Go down."

"Yes!"

The group quickly went downstairs with expressions of reverence.

Needless to say, the rumors of the Palace Master's Innate God and extraordinary ferocity will soon spread within the palace again.

However, Zhang Rongfang didn't care.

Rapidly improving and surpassing ordinary people's physical abilities cannot be avoided or hidden.

Instead of hiding it, it's better to be more open and show it off a bit. This will also provide cover for the increasingly exaggerated power enhancements to come.

'However, my current strength is still slightly insufficient compared to the Worship God Grandmaster I fought before.'

Zhang Rongfang knew very well that even if he used the Mad Monk Kong Yu, he would at most be on par with that Western Sect Worship God Grandmaster in terms of strength.

The problem is that, apart from physical prowess and martial arts skills, the opponent also possesses a unique Final Form reserved for grandmasters.

This is troublesome.

'If what Uncle Zuo said is true, that grandmasters don't want to decline and grow old, then most people will probably end up Worship God to regain their strength.'

'In this way, the longer the power of the Worship God accumulates, the stronger they become. This is true for the Western Sect, and it's likely even more so for the Ling Ting!'

The thought sent a chill down his spine.

Over the years, these Worship God forces have accumulated countless Worship God warriors.

"This massive force is not right!" Suddenly, a thought struck Zhang Rongfang.

According to the principle of conservation of energy, there is no such thing as energy that can increase forever. If there were more and more of these Worship God, they would not still be unknown by now.

With such a large and increasing number of people involved, it's impossible that only high-level, High Grade martial artists would know. That doesn't make sense!

Ideas flashed through his mind.

Standing in the Martial Arts Field, he pondered and began practicing martial arts.

He demonstrated and maintained all the martial arts techniques he had learned, one set at a time.

'There must be some kind of restriction preventing these powerful forces' accumulated Worship God from freely roaming around.'

He then remembered the Blood God Statue he had obtained.

'It seems that after this incident is resolved, we'll need to thoroughly investigate the secrets of this Blood God Statue.'

His previous dream, along with the Intuition Warning in the Attribute Panel, made him vaguely realize that those so-called Gods and Buddhas were likely manipulating and interfering with the subconscious mind of the human body.

This level is beyond his current comprehension.

You can't gain much by doing research on your own.

'If we want to obtain more information, it seems we can only start with the Ling Ting and religious sects.'

With this in mind, Zhang Rongfang composed himself.

The thought returned to the present moment.

He needs to find more materials to complete his Second Talent.

Otherwise, they would be unable to handle the troubles and dangers that awaited Western Sect.

The Western Sect has been reduced to only two Grandmasters. So where else can they find more materials?

The names of various factions flashed through Zhang Rongfang's mind.

Suddenly, a name that had previously left a deep impression on him caught his eye.

'Thousand Sect Alliance'

'Unfortunately, the Thousand Sect Alliance resolved this a bit too early. It would have been better if they had enough materials now.'

A slight stirring ran through him.

Kong Ding couldn't move, but didn't Sea Gazing Temple have a lot of experts come?

There is a wide range of choices.

*** Sea Gazing Temple.

"No, I have to get out of this hellhole right now!" Jin Yuan paced back and forth in the temple hall, looking anxious.

Kong Ding sat cross-legged on the ground beside him, his face solemn, but his slightly furrowed brows showed that he was also in a bad mood.

He sighed softly as he watched Jin Yuan pacing back and forth.

"Senior brother, leaving is fine, but have you considered what would happen if you were ambushed on your way out? Who would save you then? You know, leaving alone means you're all alone."

These words made Jin Yuan's expression hard.

"So what should we do now? Why don't you come back with me?!" Jin Yuan turned to look at him.

"Senior brother, you're being too hasty." Kong Ding shook his head. "The key right now is that the two of us must not be separated, otherwise we might be defeated one by one."

"We can't be separated. You're not coming back with me, so are we just supposed to stay in this godforsaken place and wait for your master to come back?!" Jin Yuan said angrily.

"Why not?" Kong Ding solemnly. "In the current situation, the slightest mistake could mean Kong Yu death. You should have seen Kong Yu's corpse. To be able to kill him so thoroughly in such a short time, do you believe there wasn't Worship God Warrior involved?"

Jin Yuan recalled the corpse of the Mad Monk Kong Yu he had found earlier, and a chill ran down his spine.

This won't work, that won't work. Swoosh! Just then, a Flying Dagger, piercing through a piece of Letter Paper, floated in from outside the wall and embedded itself in a wooden pillar beside the two of them.

Jin Yuan quickly approached, reached out and took the Flying Dagger, then pulled out the Letter Paper.

He worships the spirit network, so he doesn't care if there are toxins on it; at most, it will just take him a little longer to recover.

He had only unfolded the Letter Paper and read a line or two when his expression became excited.

"This letter... it's actually from Kong Wu!?"

"Junior Brother Kong Wu?" Kong Ding's eyes flickered, and he immediately remembered who Kong Wu was.

For them, there were quite a few masters of the Kong Generation within the True Buddha Temple.

It's difficult to memorize them all in a short time.

Moreover, the True Buddha Temple undergoes rapid internal changes, with some masters suddenly disappearing or dying due to old or new grudges, so the level of personnel being replaced varies across different levels.

So it's normal not to remember.

But Kong Wu is an exception.

Kong Ding quickly got up.

The current situation is that they came to investigate the Third Human Seed, and were attacked as soon as they arrived.

He walked to Jin Yuan's side and glanced at the contents of the document.

He had only read a few lines when his face lit up with joy.

"They actually found it!?"

Sea Gazing Temple, just as the two were filled with joy and surprise.

Outside, a lithe figure swiftly traversed the bustling street and entered a private residence.

Finally, in the courtyard, a gray-white sedan chair came to a stop.

The sedan chair had four sharp corners on its top and was covered entirely in thick gray cloth. It looked like an ordinary sedan chair enlarged.

"My lord." The figure stopped, bowed, and spoke.

"Finished?" A gentle voice came from inside the sedan chair.

"Yes, none of them should have discovered the whereabouts of my subordinates," the agile figure replied.