Omens II

Zhang Rongfang, the leader of the "Migration Team," frowned. The people he had transferred from Citong were the most talented and insightful among the many beautiful women he had rescued.

The purpose of this transfer is to help Human Immortal Temple build a framework for making money.

In terms of intelligence alone, Qing Su and her group from Wushan Prefecture are definitely formidable.

But when it comes to making money, we still have to look at the team in Citong.

"Bring Zhenhai to me." Zhang Rongfang had a slight headache; he had very few Super Grade men under his command. He suddenly felt a bit stretched thin.

Making money is important, but so is Grain Avoidance Pill.

This relates to how quickly he can accumulate Attribute Points each day.

In this situation, a few experts alone are probably not enough.

They had to find a solution. Not long after, Zhang Zhenhai and Ding Yu went up to the platform together.

"Grown ups."

"From now on, just call me Abbot." Zhang Rongfang was determined to completely integrate all the forces under his command.

His Blood Descendant ability allows him to selectively gather those who are truly loyal to him and then rapidly enhance their strength.

"Yes!" the two replied quickly.

"There's a situation here; you two go and handle it yourselves," Zhang Rongfang immediately instructed the two men regarding the incident that had just occurred.

The two responded and went downstairs. Such incidents had occurred quite frequently recently, but all on a small scale, and they had been somewhat prepared for them beforehand.

Zhang Rongfang sighed softly, waved for the others to leave, and Chang Yuqing was also taken away to continue practicing his Civilian Skill.

She still needs to lay a solid foundation and cannot be impatient.

The surroundings returned to normal.

From afar, one could hear Ding Yu dispatching people to carry out missions.

The mountain winds howled through the canyon, seemingly making everything appear quiet.

Zhang Rongfang returned to the Attribute Panel in his field of vision, thought for a moment, and then looked at the martial arts section, specifically the item about Illusory Image Talisman Method.

'Illusory Image Talisman Method: Grandmaster (Crescent Moon)'

With another fifteen Free Attribute Points accumulated, Zhang Rongfang didn't hesitate and directly added one to the plus sign after the Illusory Image Talisman Method Rune.

Hiss.

A soft sound echoed in my mind, and the ten attribute points vanished instantly.

The content in parentheses following "Grandmaster" blurred and disappeared instantly, and then the words "Half Moon" slowly appeared.

A cool sensation, like a silken net, quickly welled up from Zhang Rongfang's heart and spread throughout his body.

At the same time, new memories flooded his mind: the arduous process of his tireless practice day and night, striving to comprehend the Final Form of a grandmaster.

A flood of insights and memories rushed in, causing him to furrow his brow slightly for a moment.

Previously, memories would flood in at once, covering about three years at a time, but this time, it was a decade.

For ten whole years, he practiced without sleep or rest. Even Zhang Rongfang found it difficult to endure such arduous training. After all, even if an ordinary person devoted all their time to cultivation, they would still need to rest and sleep.

However, the memory gained from Attribute Points does not require these.

The cool, silky fabric quickly spread throughout the body.

About ten minutes later.

Zhang Rongfang slowly opened his eyes, feeling as if his body had gained a new sense of clarity.

After completing the Final Form, he felt a tremendous change occurring inside his body.

And control over his body has fallen back to only a small fraction of what it was before.

This was clearly the Final Form breakthrough of the body's limits, so the consciousness needed to be re-planned and controlled.

But now, with ten attribute points, this level of control has increased dramatically. According to the classification, the duration of the Final Form has also reached about half a day.

"As long as you have a clear direction, cultivation is still very easy." Zhang Rongfang opened his eyes, looked at the sky, and continued to cultivate with satisfaction.

Next time, I'll have to wait until I've accumulated ten points before adding more.

Time flies, and once you enter a meditative state, your sense of time passes very quickly.

Before we knew it, night was approaching.

Outside the Wish Woman Canyon, a series of blood-soaked figures were rapidly approaching.

Upon seeing this, the guards' expressions changed drastically, and they quickly stepped forward to greet the person and help them up.

After a brief exchange of messages, the person responsible for relaying the message quickly went up to the platform.

"Master! News has just come back that Lord Ding Yu's rescue team is in dire straits, and there are even Spirit Guard among the Red Turban Army thugs!"

"Spirit Guard!?" Zhang Rongfang stood up.

Before he could reply, another figure quickly entered the canyon from a distance.

"Report!! Lord Zhang Zhenhai is leading a rescue team for the Migration Team and is in dire straits. We urgently need your assistance!"

"Both sides can't hold on at the same time? This Red Turban Army seems to have something." Zhang Rongfang didn't need to ask to know that the only things that could make Zhang Zhenhai, who was at the Super Grade level, struggle were the worship of Worship God and other experts of the same level.

Zhang Zhenhai has now entered the Internal Method realm. With ample financial resources, she entered the Internal Method ahead of schedule and did not complete the Nine External Medicines.

But this is enough.

It should be noted that most ordinary geniuses would not hesitate or delay on Super Grade External Medicine, but would directly choose to enter the Internal Method.

Zhang Zhenhai is just within the normal range.

Zhang Rongfang stood up and thought for a moment. At present, the only person he could handle independently was probably Zhang Yunqi.

We cannot fully trust Daoist Qingxiao yet.

Now, he is the only one who can handle the Worship God.

He immediately and silently sorted out his thoughts.

"Someone, lead the way!"

After descending from the platform, led by the people who had returned to seek help, Zhang Yunqi and Zhang Rongfang left the canyon together and headed to provide support at two different locations.

Clang! In the snow, Zhang Zhenhai's short sword swiftly slashed through the air, quickly engaging in combat with the two Red Turban Leader opposite him.

In the snow, her moves gradually gained the upper hand. Although she was Internal Method, both of her opponents were External Medicine Super Grade and had both Worship God.

Before this, she had killed two people twice, but they had both revived.

In the nearby mountains and forests, the sounds of fighting between Red Turban Thugs and the Migration Team could still be faintly heard.

The Migration Team consisted mostly of women, each wearing a hood and mask to conceal their faces. Some of them were already injured and receiving treatment in the inner circle.

Several people lay motionless in Blood Pool on the ground.

"Kill! Hahaha!"

"Gold! I see gold!!"

"Beauties! So many beauties are all ours!"

One by one, the rioters, wearing Red Scarves, swarmed towards the center from the periphery like locusts.

A small portion of them were well-trained and not at all like ordinary mobs who were completely undisciplined.

This group commanded the rest of the Red Turban Army in a frenzied attack.

Strangely, most of the Red Turban Thugs were filled with fanaticism and showed almost no rationality.

In the snow, one by one, the members of the Migration Team fell into Blood Pool. Others were dragged, bound, and thrown to the outer perimeter to be watched over.

Zhang Zhenhai was utterly dumbfounded. These people in the Migration Team were all elites selected from the Citong region, and they were being wasted at the hands of these thugs. How could she explain this to her superiors?!

Just then, a phantom figure approached rapidly from afar, like a sharp arrow.

The 100-meter distance was covered in the blink of an eye.

The phantom suddenly approached one of the people besieging Zhang Zhenhai and pointed at him.

Thud! The man, holding a short knife, was about to swing wildly, but he was a fraction of a second too slow. The blade was still in mid-air when he was struck.

A gaping hole suddenly exploded between his eyebrows, Silver Spirit Thread faintly flowing and glowing within, attempting to heal the wound. But it was too late.

The rioter fell backward and lost consciousness.

The phantom reappeared, covering more than ten meters in the blink of an eye, and flashed past another Spirit Guard thug.

The second person was thrown about as if hit by a heavy rhinoceros, his sternum and heart completely shattered, and he died on the spot.

The phantom didn't linger and quickly headed towards the Migration Team.

He moved as if taking a stroll, his movements seemingly slow but actually fast, casually walking among hundreds of rioters, circling back and forth.

No one could stand a chance against him.

Just over ten seconds later, the last thug, with a fanatical look in his eyes, collapsed and died.

Blood was splattered everywhere on the snow that had not yet completely melted.

Zhang Rongfang stopped and stood still, looking at the female leader of the Migration Team.

Are you alright?

"Serena greets Your Excellency! Most of us are only injured; thankfully, they wanted to capture us alive." The woman leading the group was a Western woman who had been rescued from the Western Sect.

With blonde hair, blue eyes, and fair skin with a rosy glow, she looked quite young, with a baby face.

Her name is Serena, and she is a senior member of the Migration Team responsible for managing everyone and leading the group along the way.

Having been surrounded and attacked by thugs for a long time, a trace of fear remained on her face.

They hadn't encountered such danger in a long time since they were abducted by the Western Sect.

"You've worked hard. You take the men and calm everyone down. I'll go check on Zhenhai's side." Zhang Rongfang glanced around, a hint of unease creeping into his heart.

"Yes!"

Back at Zhang Zhenhai's side, the two thug leaders had revived and were now shaking their heads and lunging at her again with red eyes.

Zhang Rongfang lightly touched the ground with his foot, accelerating his movement, and attacked the two men one by one from behind.

The blood in the two thugs' bodies was rapidly absorbed, causing them to freeze in place.

After two more blows, the two Spirit Guard finally collapsed, their bodies turning black and quickly turning into black ash.

"Are you alright?" Zhang Rongfang asked Zhang Zhenhai.

"No, I'm just a little tired." Zhang Zhenhai's beautiful eyes were red, and her high chest heaved violently, indicating that she had been fighting with those two for a long time before.

"Because there aren't many skilled fighters, and not many people who can help me, I can't kill both of them at the same time. As soon as I manage to kill one, the other comes up and entangles me," she explained.

"It's alright, it's not your fault." Zhang Rongfang frowned. This kind of trouble is difficult to resolve unless you pray to Worship God.

What weighed heavily on his mind was that the reaction of those Red Turban Thugs just now seemed a bit off.

"Have you noticed that these Red Turban Thugs seem to have something wrong with them?" he asked in a deep voice.

"Yes! When I first arrived here, there were still a few skilled guards from the Migration Team who were still fighting hard. That's when I realized something was wrong," Zhang Zhenhai said quickly.

"These people are fearless and their physical abilities are unlike those of ordinary people. Even a random thug is comparable to a martial artist who has Entering the Ranks for many years. This is not normal!"

She paused, then said solemnly.

"The adults know how difficult it is to train a martial artist and how much time it takes. They would never release them out so casually as if they were just for consumption. There must be something wrong here!"