Inspection, Part Two

"Is something urgent?" Zhang Rongfang's relaxed expression vanished. "Do you need any help?"

Besides his own affairs, Thousand Stone Sect also has many other personal matters to handle on a daily basis.

Examples include taking on new apprentices, arresting and punishing traitors, collecting treasures and medicinal herbs, and visiting relatives and friends.

People are not objects; they have their own social interactions, so Zuo Han doesn't always stay by his side. He leaves from time to time to take care of his own affairs.

He's gotten used to this situation.

"The Sect Master already mentioned that the Crown Prince need not worry, he will handle it himself," the man replied.

"Alright, you can go now." Having said that, Zhang Rongfang understood that he could only wait for Zuo Han to return before trying again.

"Yes."

The Black-Clad Man from the Thousand Stone Sect quickly stood up, took a few steps back, turned around, and sped away.

Soon, Zhang Rongfang was the only one left in the forest.

He sighed softly.

The figure moved again, continuing its journey towards the distant mountains and forests.

He ran wildly, at a speed he didn't know how far he had gone, until there was no trace of human beings around him. Even the ground was covered with tree roots and vines, and the surrounding bushes and grasses were so thick that there was no space for anyone to walk.

Only when he reached this point did he stop, satisfied.

'Next, it's time to test what this new crimson lotus is good for.'

Standing on the edge of a giant tree that takes three people to encircle.

The tree is a banyan tree, with aerial roots hanging down, forming a forest from a single tree.

The surrounding area was dotted with sunlight, the scenery was beautiful, and the air was fresh and clean, without a speck of dust.

Zhang Rongfang looked up at the sky through the gaps in the leaves.

The blue and gold colors are mixed together, making it somewhat dazzling.

"Let's begin."

He closed his eyes, sensing the location of the Blood Lotus on his back.

Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale! Whoosh! In an instant, he opened his eyes wide, a bloodshot glint in them.

The body began to swell and grow larger, the outer skin was torn by the expansion of flesh and blood, and then, like a blood-red porcelain, it healed before it shattered.

Then it was torn apart by new flesh and blood.

This process is repeated.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

In just a few seconds, his body rapidly grew from 2.5 meters to 3 meters, and then from 3 meters, and it continued to grow!

3.2 meters.

3.5 meters.

Three meters seven. Four meters!! Zhang Rongfang's clothes were completely bursting, and his body was completely covered by blood-red lotus flowers.

The Blood Lotus that was originally only on his back now seemed to have merged with the blood-red cracks all over his body, forming a larger Blood Lotus that covered his entire body.

'Wrong.'

Zhang Rongfang looked down at his bare upper body.

'The Blood Lotus now looks more like a net than a flower!'

A unique crimson web, woven like a spider's web. "Is this the power of the Blood Lotus?!"

Zhang Rongfang raised his hand and looked at his arm, which was now completely covered by blood-red lines, and its circumference had increased to more than twice its original size.

He slowly bent down, picked up some tattered robes from the ground, and tied them around his waist to cover his vitals.

Then quickly move forward, passing through a large Woodland, and arrive at Xiao Shui next to a banyan tree.

Using the Reflection in the pool, he finally saw what he looked like.

It was a gigantic Strange Man, four meters tall and two meters wide, whose body seemed to be clad in Blood Muscle Armor.

His long hair, reaching his waist, was faintly tinged with blood.

The eyes, ears, mouth, and nose were all covered by a thin, transparent membrane of flesh, seemingly as protection for vital organs.

Layers of muscle armor naturally grew in his lower body, as if he were born with a pair of blood-red trousers.

Although he wasn't wearing any clothes, his Reflection in the water made it appear as if he were wearing a blood-soaked coat, with a suit of flesh-and-blood armor over his upper body.

Ha. Zhang Rongfang opened his mouth and exhaled a breath of hot air.

But it also happened that his mouth was not in a normal state at this time.

Within the dense, snow-white teeth, a faint ring of white had grown out from the inner side.

It's as if a new row of teeth is about to grow in.

He reached up and touched his open eyes.

The surface of his eyeball is covered by a transparent membrane, preventing his fingers from directly touching the surface of the eyeball.

The film is very tough.

"Is this the Blood Lotus state?"

Zhang Rongfang raised his hand, spread his five fingers, and the muscles in his body naturally squeezed, flowed, and worked together, producing a soft cracking sound.

He could feel that he was much stronger than when he was in the previous superimposed Limit State. It was as if he had naturally linked all the Limit State he had cultivated before, forcibly forming a complete system structure with the Blood Lotus.

"So."

He looked at the pool of water in front of him.

With a gentle swing of his right arm.

Whoosh! His right palm vanished instantly.

Immediately afterwards, a gust of wind swept across the entire pool, squeezing and shaking the calm surface of the water, creating large ripples.

"Unfortunately, there's no more specific comparison to let me know how strong I am now. Relying solely on intuition isn't accurate."

Zhang Rongfang a little regretful.

He felt he was much stronger than before, but only by fighting could he know what level he could actually reach.

Looking at his Reflection in the water, he realized that just a few years ago, he was only an ordinary person, less than 1.8 meters tall.

Looking at his own reflection now, Zhang Rongfang felt a vague unease.

For no other reason than that its appearance was too evil, making people feel uncomfortable at first glance.

"No way! With such an appearance, once exposed, everyone will want to kill him without even explaining. He'll be branded as an evil sect in an instant."

This won't do!

He comes from a prestigious family, follows the righteous Daozi, and is now Final Disciple of one of the leaders of the Daoist Daoist Sect in the world.

How could there be such an evil combat form? Zhang Rongfang's body rapidly relaxed and shrank, quickly returning to its original normal size of 2.5 meters.

Then he stood by the pool, deep in thought. How could he solve this problem?

Don't underestimate this seemingly trivial matter of appearance.

But judging people by their appearance is a human instinct in many situations.

If he were to fight someone outside and encounter a busybody who would intervene to help, his appearance would definitely make him look like a bad guy.

"I see!" Finally, Zhang Rongfang came up with a solution.

"I have diligently practiced alchemy and have now Breakthrough Dan to Infant. I am about to achieve the Refining Spirit. In ancient times, reaching the Refining Spirit was considered a sign of Human Auspice and could extend one's lifespan by several decades. This is the first point."

"In both Buddhism and Daoism, the lotus is a pure flower that rises from the mud unsullied, carrying special meaning. Although I am made of flesh and blood, I am still a lotus, representing one of the Three Flowers of the human body!"

Zhang Rongfang forced the issue onto the form.

"Furthermore! In ancient times, those who attained enlightenment were called immortals. I can easily create another one!"

Ling Guang flashed in Zhang Rongfang's eyes.

"An immortal is Mountain Man. A person as tall as a mountain is an immortal! My excessive height perfectly explains this!!"

Although the word "agree" in Great Ling's name isn't written like that, Zhang Rongfang plans to go back and start promoting and publicizing this kind of thing.

If there's no simplified Chinese character for "immortal," he can just create one, right? Anyway, Great Ling basically doesn't care about this kind of thing. He comes from a prestigious family of counterfeiters, so he has plenty of talented people under him to handle this kind of work.

It's incredibly easy to plunder ancient books and artifacts, then hire some Daoist Sect elders to spread the word.

This is exactly what he likes.

As long as he widely publicizes that Blood Lotus is the right path to Daoism and the right way to become an immortal, and then create a word for immortality to promote its meaning. When the time comes, everything will fall into place if he reveals his true form inadvertently!

"Doesn't Daoist Sect emphasize the Three Flowers Gather on Crown and the Five Energies Merge to Origin? I'll do some research then, and maybe I can gather two more Blood Lotus to form the Three Flowers. At that point, everything will be perfectly legitimate."

The more Zhang Rongfang thought about it, the more feasible it seemed.

Immediately after finalizing his future plans, he rushed back to the Aloeswood Manor and changed his clothes.

The exaggerated amplification of the Blood Lotus State instantly gave him another trump card.

If the Blood Lotus State had been present when fighting the former Sea Dragon King Kong Wu, there would have been no need for such a powerful outburst; the opponent could have been completely suppressed.

As for how many moves it would take to kill Kong Wu, Zhang Rongfang didn't know.

The true combat power of the Blood Lotus State can only be known through actual combat.

The only thing he was certain of was that the power amplification from the Blood Lotus State was far greater than the sum of the power from the other Limit State.

What he found somewhat regrettable was that, in the Blood Lotus State, the internal structure of his body had almost completely changed.

This also means that Blood Lotus State and other Limit State cannot be used in combination, and even techniques that require a fixed muscle structure, such as Breaking Limit Skill, cannot be used.

They can only use ordinary martial arts techniques.

After everything was settled and he changed his clothes, Zhang Rongfang quickly returned to Ping Residence, the Inn opened by the genius woman.

Chang Yuqing was still sitting in the courtyard, but this time not on the swing, but at the stone table drinking tea and eating pastries.

"Miss Chang, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." Zhang Rongfang had long hair draped over his shoulders, a robust physique, and a glint of shrewdness in his eyes, hinting at a powerful and imposing presence.

The situation is completely different from before.

"I didn't wait long." Chang Yuqing blinked, feeling as if the other person had become a completely different person.

If the man before was merely a seemingly refined but actually martial arts-trained strongman, he is now subtly different.

This difference left her unable to describe the feeling. But that aura made her impossible to underestimate.

"Miss Chang, you—" Zhang Rongfang had just opened his mouth, about to say something, when suddenly his gaze stopped.

Surprisingly, he could smell a faint, extremely faint Flesh and Blood Aroma on Chang Yuqing.

Could it be that it can be inhaled?!

A bold idea popped into his head.

Smack

Suddenly, he clasped his hands together.

"Miss Chang, I've found a way to treat your illness."

He wasn't talking nonsense. Chang Yuqing's illness was essentially due to his body's inability to handle the brain's talents, resulting in a severe depletion of both Essence, Qi, and Spirit.

The gods were constantly drawing away the essence from both of them, preventing them from growing and expanding on their own.

This leads to a vicious cycle.

For him, who could see clearly in Dark Light Vision, solving this problem was not difficult.

Those skilled doctors in medicine before probably treated it as an illness.

The problem is, Chang Yuqing doesn't have an illness.

Rather than calling it an illness, it's more accurate to say it's a burden caused by an overly powerful talent.

Unfortunately, Chang Yuqing's symptoms were very similar to those described in medical classics, and due to his weak constitution, he suffered from multiple illnesses, making his condition complex and profound.

Without Dark Light Vision, Zhang Rongfang wouldn't have been so certain.

But what you see with your own eyes can't be fake.