Decision (1)

"Sir, are you serious?! You're not joking with me?!" Chang Yuqing's expression turned serious as he stared at Zhang Rongfang and stood up to ask earnestly.

"Of course I'm not joking. But what you need for your condition isn't medicine, but rather strengthening your body!" Zhang Rongfang said naturally.

"Practicing martial arts? Sir, you may not know this, but I have tried it before, and it only made my condition worse." Chang Yuqing had tried everything, and upon hearing this, he shook his head in disappointment.

"Naturally, it's not as simple as just learning martial arts. Your internal condition is very complex. There are some normal martial arts movements that you simply cannot perform. We need to tailor a set of martial arts techniques specifically for you." Zhang Rongfang was in a great mood.

He was even able to get a second windfall from Chang Yuqing, which made him even more interested in her.

Although Daoism does not emphasize predestined relationships like Buddhist School, by sheer coincidence, Chang Yuqing has given him such a great gift.

Even if the other party is unaware, not reporting it would not be in line with Zhang Rongfang's consistent principles.

Since he had benefited from the other party, he felt obligated to reciprocate.

Whether the other party knows it or not, he is putting his own principles into practice.

Just as if he had suffered a loss, he was determined to seek compensation and revenge.

Similarly, it doesn't matter whether the other party is aware of it or not.

He immediately explained to Chang Yuqing one by one, pointing out whether she had experienced pain or discomfort when practicing certain movements in her previous martial arts training.

Every time he described a location or feeling, Chang Yuqing was amazed, because he was never wrong!

She was gradually beginning to believe that the other party could really cure her illness.

Zhang Rongfang was also considering taking him under his wing.

With Chang Yuqing's talent, if it weren't for his physical limitations, he would be a natural martial arts prodigy with exceptional comprehension.

Although he started learning martial arts much later, he has great potential if he finds another way to succeed in the future.

Compared to Sweeping Mountain Tiger Ding Yu, he actually valued the talent of the woman in front of him more.

Because the fragrance he smelled on this woman was only slightly inferior to that of his terrifyingly powerful grandmaster, Jin Yuyan—just a tiny bit less.

"Tailor-made, unique martial arts?" Chang Yuqing understood the implication.

The significance of a unique martial art is that it can only be taught to direct descendants.

She hesitated.

Although what the other person said made a lot of sense, and many of the points they pointed out were symptoms that she actually had.

However, the decision to become an apprentice is not one that can be made lightly.

A teacher for a day is a teacher for life. In many cases, a teacher can be someone even closer than one's parents.

"Of course, if you don't want to, that's fine too. You can't force things," Zhang Rongfang said with a smile.

He has now reached Blood Flesh Completion level of 95, which is more than enough to satisfy him.

And to get blood from the person in front of you again, it wouldn't be so complicated.

He was simply curious about the person's physique.

This was the first person he had ever met Blood Flesh Completion a second time.

In addition, this girl is exceptionally talented, and perhaps she has the potential to achieve great things in the future.

People always worry about the future, fearing that when they are weak or powerless, there will be people around them who can hold up the sky for them and prevent everything in the outside world from collapsing and crushing them.

This is also the fundamental reason why many people take on apprentices and have children.

"May I think about it?" Chang Yuqing hesitated.

For her, it's like being abandoned now, waiting to die and recuperate here.

However, for someone who has always valued this aspect highly, taking on a master is an extremely serious matter.

Zhang Rongfang didn't take it seriously.

"Take your time to think about it. Oh, and squeeze out some more blood for me so I can double-check if I've seen it wrong." He reached into his waist pouch, took out a cup, and handed it to him.

Chang Yuqing stared at the cup, which was as big as her water glass, and fell silent.

"Does squeezing out a little blood really require such a big cup? How did he even think of carrying such a large cup around?" Zhang Rongfang quickly explained upon seeing this. "Oh, it's nothing. This is the cup I usually use for other things. Just squeeze out a few drops of blood."

"Okay." Chang Yuqing felt that something was off.

But she still lifted her finger, squeezed out the blood, and dripped it into the cup.

"Hmm? Your wound hasn't stopped bleeding yet?" Zhang Rongfang suddenly frowned, noticing this.

"Yes, I've always been like this. I've been like this since I was a child, and it takes much longer than usual for it to heal." Chang Yuqing seemed to be used to it.

"Is that so?" Zhang Rongfang thought for a moment, took out a paper packet from his waist bag, and poured a little bit of pale yellow powder into his palm.

"If you are not afraid of poison, press this powder onto the wound and count your heartbeats to one hundred when you are still. If you are afraid, then forget it."

He handed over the powdered medicine.

"..." Chang Yuqing looked at the powder in the other person's palm, paused, and then suddenly smiled freely.

"There's nothing to be afraid of." She's not going to live much longer anyway, so what's there to be afraid of?

Zhang Rongfang had also realized that the Fang Family, but it was highly likely that he had been abandoned.

Otherwise, how could someone with such talent be left alone here, with only a maidservant by their side? If it were an ordinary person, they would definitely be by their side at all times, and their parents would be too busy worrying, loving, and taking care of them.

"In that case, I will come again later. If you have made up your mind, we will talk about it then. Well then, farewell."

Having achieved his goal, Zhang Rongfang turned and strode away with the cup in his hand.

They were decisive and efficient. They even skipped the room they had booked.

He has achieved his goal, and staying here any longer would be a waste of time.

If the other party decides to become his apprentice in the future, he will teach him well.

If the other party does not become his apprentice, he will provide other compensation. Then he will disappear.

Let's just treat it as a transaction we didn't know about.

Not far from the courtyard, he found a dessert shop, bought a cup of water, diluted the blood in the cup, and drank it all in one gulp.

Instantly, a wave of pleasant and refreshing sensation washed over me.

He felt as if every cell in his body was cheering and jumping, undergoing some kind of strange change.

The Blood Flesh Completion level increased by two points from 95, reaching 97. This time, the increase was small, resulting in minimal changes to the body.

The fever lasted for a short while, and my overall strength increased slightly before it quickly subsided.

"It seems these last three points might be very difficult to find. But that's alright, I still have a lot to do."

The Blood Lotus State is significantly stronger than his previous limits and can be used as a new trump card.

Now that his physical strength has increased and his Limit State has been stacked, coupled with the use of the Breaking Limit Skill: Heavy Mountain's Tenfold combo, he is probably already under a lot of strain.

'Perhaps, the Heavy Mountain in its Limit State can already be used as the norm.'

With this thought in mind, Zhang Rongfang returned towards his Mansion.

He was ready to make plans, and once everything was in place, he would go to Great Capital to see for himself whether his master was truly dead or not!

He couldn't believe that someone as cunning as Lao Yue would die so uneventfully and without any incident.

*** Fuchuan City, Ze Province, Horizon Pavilion.

Fuchuan City, the closest city to Qingchuan Prefecture, is a favorite vacation spot for the province's wealthy.

This area boasts the largest collection of towers in the entire Ze Province.

Various religions have sat and discussed their doctrines here, building the Debate Tower.

Nearly a hundred years ago, a hundred schools of thought contended, and many sects sat here to discuss their doctrines. Whoever won would add a layer to their own Debate Tower.

Whoever loses has to have one layer removed.

Of all the towers, the tallest one will surely be the winner every five years.

At that time, the Great Dao Sect and the True One Sect joined forces to fight against Buddhist School, but they were still defeated by the Western Sect and Buddhist School.

Therefore, Buddhist School also established its status as the Great Ling State Religion.

Now, the Debate Tower still stands, but people are no longer confined to this mere Fuchuan City.

Only these Debate Tower remain.

At this time, it was on the highest tower, the Horizon Pavilion, where Debate Tower.

Shangguan Feihe slowly walked up to the top seventh floor, stood in the small hall, and looked out into the distance through the openwork curtains on all four sides.

The setting sun was like blood, and white veils fluttered in the wind.

A faint, salty smell of the sea wafted in the wind.

Shangguan Feihe reached out and gently stroked the stone table and chairs in the small hall, a look of nostalgia in his eyes.

"Hey, can you tell which of these things I made?" A sweet female voice suddenly rang out behind him.

Shangguan Feihe trembled and turned around abruptly.

There was nothing behind me.

"You're still the same as before. People say you're impulsive, willing to do anything, and afraid of nothing."

But I understand that you just want to stick to your own beliefs.

So, when you're hesitant, when you still think of me, perhaps you'll find the answer here.

The voice sounded softly beside me again.

This time, Shangguan Feihe did not turn around.

He simply stretched out his hand, letting the sunlight shine into his palm.

In the hazy light, a phantom white hand gently placed itself into his large hand.

Thank you for remembering me.

Shangguan Feihe raised his head, and in the blood-red sunlight, he seemed to see a slender, familiar figure drifting in the wind, turning into countless petals.

The petals, like blood and illusion, flew away into the distance in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the petals drifting in the distance, a hidden tenderness flashed across Shangguan Feihe's cold and hard face.

He felt as if he could see Wan'er again.

When I was young.

In her teenage years.

The moment you look up during your wedding.

Even while holding her child, she didn't forget to applaud herself enthusiastically.

Even when he was injured and lost a lot of blood, she still gently comforted him.

Lying in the hospital bed, emaciated and barely recognizable as a human.

"That's just how fate is, but I will absolutely, absolutely not kneel down and beg for mercy."

In my memory, Wan'er's eyes shone brightly when she spoke back then.

"Because I am your wife, you are so proud. In the future, we will surely reach a point where everyone can only look up to us."

"Since everyone is destined to die, what difference does it make whether you die on your knees or with your head held high? I don't want you to be looked down upon."

"Yes," Shangguan Feihe murmured softly. "I always forget, but every time I come here, you remind me."

The light in his eyes gradually became focused.

He turned around, took one last look at the gray-black stone table with its intricate carvings, and strode towards the foot of the tower.

I just stepped out of the tower.

Consort Hengyu of the Western Emperor was already waiting on the outer perimeter of the defensive perimeter.

"Prefecture Lord, what is your decision? We are about to return to Great Capital, and we would like to request your instructions."

"A decision?" Shangguan Feihe looked at the woman. "I'm sorry to have made you come all this way for nothing. Because my decision is to refuse."