Devoted Cultivation VI

Zhang Rongfang pondered for a moment.

"Have they caught up with the attackers?"

"We caught up with them and captured two more. These people's martial arts are extremely strange; if you're not careful, you'll make a mistake and they'll escape. Moreover, one of the two we captured suddenly died inexplicably. Now there's only one left," the Daoist replied.

"Where are they? Bring them here to see." Zhang Rongfang wanted to see who these people who attacked his sister were.

He keenly sensed that his sister seemed to be facing some kind of trouble.

These people seem truly fearless; they launched three attacks and still dared to send more men.

The Daoist priest left quickly, and not long after, two Daoist priests from the temple brought a person up to the stage.

These Daoists were originally members of the Rebel Sect. They were all ruthless and filled with hatred. They had already paid too high a price to deal with the Ling Ting, and they showed no mercy when they attacked.

It's clear that the Daoists used many methods to interrogate this person.

When the man was brought to Zhang Rongfang, there were hardly any intact patches of skin left on his body.

He lay on the stretcher, his body covered in blood and gore, only his eyes staring at Zhang Rongfang with hatred.

"Tell me your identities and backgrounds. Why did you attack Mu Chi Prefecture?"

"Kill me then. Since I've been captured, it's because I'm not strong enough, and this is my fate. It's no big deal if I die." This man was quite tough; he closed his eyes and stopped talking altogether.

"Master, this person should be the adopted son of some Great Clans," a Human Immortal Temple said softly.

An adopted son is a disguised assassin who is instilled with a certain ideology from a young age.

They were blessed and brainwashed, placing all their hopes on the glory, disgrace, rise and fall of the Lord's family.

This is a complete distortion of values. Such people are extremely loyal.

Zhang Rongfang examined the man carefully, then waved his hand and said, "Take him away. He's extremely loyal; give him a dignified death."

In his eyes, the person's blood aura had slowly condensed into a red line. If he encountered someone who practiced similar martial arts, he could tell the type of martial arts simply by smelling their blood aura.

This is also one of the uses of his super sense of smell that he discovered. As long as he can smell the scent of blood, he can quickly find commonalities and then make a judgment.

"Yes," the Daoist priest said, bowing his head.

"Master, shall we not proceed with the trial?" another Daoist priest asked softly.

"No need, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future," Zhang Rongfang said calmly.

He thought life would continue as peacefully An Ning as before, but he never expected that his sister would be involved in a series of troublesome events.

'Take your time and look at it; investigating clues is just a way to relax and unwind.'

Despite his thoughts, he began to go out less often, frequently resting and passing by the vicinity of Mu Chi Prefecture to check the situation and determine if there was any danger.

This continued for more than half a month without any new troubles. Gradually, Zhang Rongfang sent someone to patrol in his place and returned to his normal routine.

Every day, I would play with the Stone God, fool the children, pretend to treat patients, and then listen to my sister nag about my brother-in-law and nephew.

Life gradually returned to normal.

However, while Zhang Rongfang was waiting for the attackers to strike again, something else came up to him unexpectedly.

An invitation to the Reverse Time Society, handwritten by Heavenly Maiden, was delivered to him.

He was invited to a treasure dinner held nearby for agricultural purposes. It was called a dinner, but it was really just a networking event organized to raise funds.

If it were anyone else, Zhang Rongfang might have declined, but since the Heavenly Maiden had written it herself, he ultimately gave her face, made some preparations, and went to the banquet.

Aside from saving face, he also wanted to inquire with the Reverse Time Society about the background of the person who attacked his sister.

The banquet was held in a Stone Fortress outside Wushan Prefecture City.

The Stone Fortress, named Yuan He Stronghold, was originally the remains of a Great Clans that had been massacred by thugs. Now, after some modifications, it has become the banquet venue for the Rebel Alliance Against Reverse Time Society.

In the afternoon, Zhang Rongfang packed his things, changed his clothes, and headed to Yuan He Stronghold.

As dusk fell, he walked to the Official Road near Yuan He Stronghold and was surprised to find that there seemed to be quite a few people invited this time.

There were already many oxcarts and horse-drawn carriages parked in front of the entire Stone Fortress gate, indicating that the people invited by the Reverse Time Society were not limited to martial artists.

Zhang Rongfang's height has shrunk as his Life Attribute have improved, and he is now only about 1.8 meters tall, which is only considered above average among a group of people.

Among martial artists, he would be considered ordinary. Walking on the Official Road, he would be completely unremarkable.

He handed in his invitation at the gate and was led inside.

Inside the Stone Fortress was a spacious Martial Arts Field. The ground had been temporarily modified, with many large tents erected to protect against possible rain.

At this time, many of the invited guests were standing or sitting under these tents, resting and chatting, waiting for the event to begin.

"Please wait here for a moment. The Heavenly Maiden will arrive and meet with you shortly."

The person leading the way was also skilled in martial arts, and moved with incredible speed. When they arrived at their destination, he respectfully gave Zhang Rongfang some instructions.

Clearly, this person also knows some details.

Zhang Rongfang followed closely behind and had already arrived at the edge of the temple.

"Good."

He nodded slightly, realizing that this banquet was being held by the Reverse Time Society, and then glanced at the crowd below the roc.

Most of these people were ordinary people, not a single one of them was a martial artist, but they were accompanied by quite a few martial arts bodyguards. At this moment, they were chatting and boasting in small groups, all with smiles on their faces.

The previous major disaster seems to have left no lasting effects on them.

As Zhang Rongfang scanned his surroundings, his eyes suddenly stopped, and he spotted a familiar figure in the crowd.

Lu Mei Sha has been feeling down these past few days. She doesn't know what's wrong with her; she's been in a bad mood ever since that day.

Until today, her best friend dragged her to a banquet, saying it was a chance to meet many outstanding people, and she came hoping to relax.

"Mei Sha, this invitation was really hard to get, can you give me some face? Don't always have such a long face," her friend Han Lu Si said helplessly.

I finally managed to get an invitation, but my friend didn't give me any face at all and just dressed up casually before coming over.

"This banquet is completely different from the previous ones. The organizers are no ordinary people. Even the Lady of Wushan Prefecture Governor just attended. There are an extraordinary number of talented young men invited. If you're interested, you'll be spoiled for choice!" Han Lu Si doesn't have Lu Mei Sha's background, nor is she born into Spirit Noble, so her standards for choosing a future husband are much lower.

Lu Mei Sha remained noncommittal. Having witnessed the many elites and geniuses of Great Capital Upper Capital, she felt that they were all worthless when compared to this small place.

Suddenly, her eyes fixed on a certain spot at the edge of the dojo.

'Zhang Rongfang!!?'

'How did he get in here?! Doesn't he open his clinic every day?'

Lu Mei Sha stared blankly at Zhang Rongfang standing on the sidelines, unsure of what to say.

Suddenly, she realized the reason.

"Yes. He must have noticed I hadn't contacted him these past few days, and then found out about the banquet, so he came to find me."

"Yes. Otherwise, why would he coincidentally be attending this dinner party just like me?"

She believes in the principle that there may be one coincidence in this world, but there is absolutely no possibility of two consecutive coincidences.

Such a coincidence is not a coincidence, but a deliberate act.

'Did he come here specifically for me, to this noisy place he doesn't like?' A surge of emotion welled up in Lu Mei Sha's heart.

Immediately, ignoring Han Lu Si's chatter beside her, she took the initiative to walk towards Zhang Rongfang.

The two quickly approached each other.

She was one of the most talked-about unmarried women among the guests, possessing both beauty and a distinguished background.

Quite a few people actually pay attention to Lu Mei Sha.

At this moment, seeing her walk towards a man, many people's attention was drawn to Zhang Rongfang.

"What a coincidence, you're here too?" Lu Mei Sha said with a smile, smoothing her hair at her temples.

The pent-up anger from before vanished the moment the other person arrived.

"Yes, someone invited me," Zhang Rongfang replied.

Lu Mei Sha smiled, not exposing the other party's little lie. This banquet was of a high level, and obtaining an invitation was not easy, especially since the other party probably didn't ask their brother and sister-in-law for it, but relied on themselves.

She knew very well that the manor had received only three invitations, each with a corresponding name written on it, and they could not be transferred or given away.

Although Zhang Rongfang is High Grade martial artist and might receive an invitation, he has limited connections and no interest in coming to such a place. Therefore, his words were merely a face-saving response.

And that makes it even more precious.

He had gone to such lengths just to 'coincidentally' meet her here. For a moment, she felt that she might have misunderstood Zhang Rongfang. Perhaps he was just naturally like that, appearing cold and indifferent, but actually burning with passion inside.

Zhang Rongfang was also speechless, feeling like he kept running into this guy no matter where he went.

He originally intended to sit down and wait for the Heavenly Maiden, but instead he ran into Lu Mei Sha had also come to attend the banquet.

However, thinking that the Heavenly Maiden would arrive soon, he suppressed his boredom and started chatting idly with Lu Mei Sha.

He knew very well that the Reverse Time Society, and although it was under the guise of the Heavenly Maiden, in essence, it was because the Extreme Realm Blood Descendant he had created last time needed to be tested in actual combat.

Next, they may discuss this further. As for whether to mass-produce Blood Descendant or convert most of the Extreme Realm into Blood Descendant, that depends on what the Reverse Time Society thinks.

"By the way, I have a question. Can you answer it seriously?" Lu Mei Sha in front of me suddenly became serious.

"What?" Zhang Rongfang asked back.

"Well... what's so great about me?" Lu Mei Sha's cheeks flushed slightly.

"What's so good about it?" Zhang Rongfang choked up. He looked Lu Mei Sha up and down.

I really can't see what's so good about this guy besides his good looks. How thick-skinned does one have to be to ask such a question? "It's okay, if you're too embarrassed to say, you can just say whatever you want, I don't blame you," Lu Mei Sha said magnanimously.

At this moment, her best friend Han Lu Si also came closer and carefully looked at Zhang Rongfang, who was making her friend act strangely.

She seemed to have figured something out too.

Zhang Rongfang stared blankly at the two of them, unsure of her meaning. Was she being sarcastic? Moreover, he didn't want to talk to her at all; he simply stood aside, not wanting to attract attention, and waited for the Heavenly Maiden to arrive.

Unexpectedly, the woman herself came running over to strike up a conversation.