Undercurrent III

Jin Yuyan remained calm.

Whether this matter is true or false remains to be verified.

"Putting aside the fact that he's only Super Grade, even if he had the ability, he wouldn't have any reason to do this, especially since I have people around him," Yue Dewen said.

Jin Yuyan didn't speak, but with a light flick of her wrist, she tossed a scroll of portraits out, which landed in front of Yue Dewen.

The portrait unfolded and rolled automatically, revealing a half-length portrait that Yue Dewen recognized very well.

That's Zhang Rongfang! "According to the Snow Rainbow Pavilion's full investigation, Ran Xin Yue, whom you sent, is a member of the Rebel Alliance Against Reverse Time Society."

Meanwhile, all the grandmasters who had previously opposed Zhang Ying have mysteriously disappeared.

In Citong, many people have been interviewed who claim to have personally witnessed Zhang Ying confronting and fighting the Grandmaster.

Yue Dewen, you've been blinded by greed. A grandmaster in his twenties, still in the Nascent Soul Late Stage, yet still capable of some achievements in alchemy, and able to manage a Great Port well."

Jin Yuyan's voice was calm, but every word she uttered was as deep as if carved by a knife, cutting into Yue Dewen's heart.

"The Eastern Sect and the Reverse Time Society knew you wanted a prized disciple, so they catered to your desires and created this 'peerless genius.' And now, this genius may be secretly working with others to slaughter our grandmasters," Song Yizhe added.

"In their twenties, unless they come from a prominent family, royal family, or noble Noble, they might not even be able to read properly."

He can refine pills, master martial arts to the level of a grandmaster, and achieve the Nascent Soul Perfection Civilian Skill. And then he tells you he comes from a Barbarian Confucian Lineage? Even if Barbarian Confucian family has a strong academic tradition, his parents died early, and he even wandered for a year. Who taught him? How can someone possess such terrifying talent in both martial arts and literature? You actually believe such a background?

"So the first thing we need to do now is to take Zhang Ying into custody as soon as we receive the news! We're sure to get more clues about the Reverse Time Society and other behind-the-scenes forces from him!" Qian Gong agreed.

Yue Dewen was speechless.

In fact, Zhang Rongfang's Civilian Skill was not at the Nascent Soul, but at the Refining Spirit, but he didn't say anything more.

From this perspective, it's true that whether or not one has Refining Spirit is irrelevant. What matters is how bone age is faked. He picked up the portrait, gently unfolded it, and looked at the calm-faced half-length portrait of Zhang Rongfang.

Countless thoughts raced through his mind, but no matter how absurd the facts were, he still couldn't find a single flaw in Zhang Rongfang's story.

Not at all!

"Regardless of the circumstances, I don't believe he has any problems! Let's put this matter aside for now! We'll discuss it again after a thorough investigation!"

With a swift movement, he put away the portrait, his tone resolute.

"Don't worry, if the investigation confirms it's him, I will give you an explanation on his behalf!"

"But now, he won't have any problems!"

*** Linghua Mountain.

Zhang Rongfang slowly stood up and looked up at Ostandin, who was standing opposite him.

He lost again in the last exchange, but compared to the last time, he was able to withstand the opponent's Final Form move for more than half an hour.

This goes far beyond the scope of a few hundred moves.

At their speed, they could probably exchange two or three hundred moves in a minute.

"Senior, can we continue?" Zhang Rongfang looked at Ostandin across from him with some concern.

Unlike him, after this five-day, five-night frenzied battle...

Ostandin was nearing the end of his rope.

He was still in the Final Form, but his size was noticeably smaller than before.

The person's skin was bright red and wrinkled all over, and he was panting heavily, with air constantly being drawn in through his pores.

"I... I..." Ostandin tried to speak, but the immense exertion left him extremely exhausted.

When he opened his mouth, his mind went completely blank, and he didn't know what to say next.

"You shouldn't push yourself too hard, go and rest," Zhang Rongfang sighed, looking at Di Jiang was embroidering not far away.

Di Jiang sat on Zhang Shitou chair with a gentle expression, like a lady from a noble family.

It seems he's in a "Jun Er" state now.

"Senior Di Jiang, I wonder if I have now met your requirements?" Zhang Rongfang asked.

He was somewhat worried about the situation down the mountain, because he had been there for more than half a month, and the only source of information he could rely on was Ran Xin Yue.

But Ran Xin Yue was ultimately not his confidante. As Worship God Grandmaster, no one could say for sure what she was really thinking.

"Actually, you already met my requirements the morning before yesterday. So you can leave at any time, but before you go, I still want to ask one question. Can your Immortal Path be passed on to others?"

Di Jiang stopped what he was doing, looked up and asked seriously.

"I've never tried this before, but perhaps I can give it a shot when I get back this time." Zhang Rongfang hesitated for a moment, thinking of Sweeping Mountain Tiger Ding Yu blood he had replaced.

If we're talking about who's most likely to master the Immortal Path, then Ding Yu is probably the only one.

"If you succeed, please let me know," Di Jiang said in a deep voice.

"Definitely!" Zhang Rongfang nodded.

Recalling when he first went up the mountain, he could only inflict minor injuries on Ostandin by constantly hurting himself.

If the opponent activates their Final Form, he will be instantly killed.

But things are different now. Even when facing Ostandin's Final Form, he can still put up a good fight.

"Next, the last thing you're missing is the ability to muster the strongest will!" Di Jiang said calmly. "You need to sort things out, make arrangements, and move forward with all your might on the path you want to take."

"I do have a suggestion in this regard," Ostandin chimed in from the side. "You could have Arena Restriction."

"Limited?" Zhang Rongfang seemed to have thought of something.

"Yes, just like when I set up the arena, the premise was that those who came up to compete were Walker of special martial arts who primarily controlled the flow of qi. Then, I swept away all those who disagreed, ultimately forging Invincible Conviction!"

Ostandin revealed a hint of arrogance.

Zhang Rongfang had a question before: among so many grandmasters, who were clearly not very strong, how could they maintain their composure and not waver?

So this is how the "invincible heart" is created? It means that whatever you are good at, you can only compete in that aspect on the stage.

'Perhaps I can go into the ring and test my recovery speed!' Zhang Rongfang thought to himself, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"Don't laugh. Although it may seem like a shortcut, it's still a method," Ostandin said dismissively.

The Zhang Rongfang now was completely different from how he had looked at him before.

Having learned just how terrifying a martial arts genius his opponent was, he now completely lost any desire to fight him.

Instead, they tried to cultivate a relationship with the other party.

Especially now. "I have nothing more to teach you now," he said, shifting his gaze to Di Jiang.

Their agreement was that Zhang Rongfang had to withstand fifty moves from Di Jiang under normal conditions within a month.

Now, "Come on," Di Jiang stood up.

In fact, Zhang Rongfang is only one step away from becoming a grandmaster, given his terrifying physical abilities and his exaggeratedly fast-improving martial arts skills.

The previous agreements are no longer so important.

But agreements are agreements, and no matter what, we still have to go.

At this moment, a gentle breeze swept across the mountaintop.

Zhang Rongfang's expression turned solemn as he stared directly at Di Jiang.

The two stood facing each other, while Ostandin quietly stepped back a little.

The airflow stirred up the sparse dust and grass clippings on the ground.

"Blood Lotus!" Zhang Rongfang's body suddenly swelled and grew larger, with large patches of blood-red patterns spreading from his back and covering his entire body.

In the blink of an eye, his body had grown to four meters tall.

But this time, his Blood Lotus State had a completely different aura than before.

If the previous Blood Lotus was ferocious, savage, and terrifying.

Even now, with a height of four meters and a physique as robust as a monster, he is still a formidable figure.

He still exudes the aura of a calm, composed, and powerful master.

It is no longer about suppressing the opponent with pure strength and speed.

Instead, they first observe with their eyes, and then... 'Enemy Anticipation!'

'Enemy Anticipation!'

In an instant, the two of them flashed away, disappearing from their original positions and rushing towards each other.

Anticipation matched anticipation! The two men kept making moves with their arms, but before they could even exert half their force, they quickly withdrew.

There was no sound of collision, only two figures rapidly circling and spinning.

It appears that they are making a move.

But strangely, there was not a single sound of impact.

Unlike the two, Ostandin was even more nervous than them. His forehead was slightly sweaty as he stared intently at the changes in the field.

At this point, Zhang Rongfang's martial arts had evolved from the Talisman Art of the Great Dao Sect, incorporating many martial arts he had learned and fully utilizing his physical talents.

Finally, combine this with the terrifying explosive power of the Golden Toad Skill's Sky Devouring stage.

His physical strength and speed were forcibly increased to an exaggerated level.

He didn't reach the level of a grandmaster, but he managed to reach a level comparable to Great Grandmaster.

"His improvement speed is too fast! I pointed out a flaw to him just yesterday, and now it has been completely corrected and integrated into his own instincts. It's too fast!"

Even though Ostandin had seen it many times, he still found it exaggerated.

He had never seen anyone else achieve this speed of integration into instinct after improvement. It wasn't a matter of talent, but rather a combination of many other qualities.

Before long, the first sound of a clash finally rang out from the arena.

Bang!

Zhang Rongfang suddenly stepped back, revealing a ring of bloodstains on his arm.

And opposite him.

Di Jiang also slowly lowered his Love Fate Blade, a drop of Blood Pearl dripping from the tip.

However, he stood motionless, looking down at the front of his shirt.

There was a cut there, like a knife blade.

That was caused by Zhang Rongfang's sharp fingertips cutting into the skin.

"Your martial arts have already formed a complete system. The next step is to integrate it into your own Essence, Qi, and Spirit as you cultivate a strong will."

Di Jiang sheathed his sword, sighed softly, and turned to walk towards the stone house.

"You can go down the mountain now."

Can we go down the mountain now? Zhang Rongfang stood there, the series of exchanges just now giving him a deeper understanding of Enemy Anticipation.

In the Extreme Realm, the Enemy Anticipation is to dodge and find weaknesses.

Ostandin's Worship God, on the Enemy Anticipation hand, prioritizes defense and offense, employing a wide-ranging and aggressive strategy.

Countless insights surged and churned in Zhang Rongfang's mind.

Through this tempering, many of the useless and unsuitable techniques in his mind were streamlined.

He stood still and took a deep breath.

All the moves finally stopped running in his mind, and were completely simplified into Twelve Moves.