Stopping Bloodshed with Bloodshed I

The raindrops grew larger and denser.

There is a small area in the temple without a roof, and large amounts of rainwater are blown down by the wind, wetting most of the ground.

Wan Yanlu and the others gathered in the corner of the wall, using tree branches to hang cloaks and other clothes to cover the campfire, forming a simple screen.

The firelight flickered in the wind, casting an ever-changing glow.

The group consisted of disciples of the Academy, all skilled in martial arts. They dispersed, some meditating around the fire, others lying down on straw to rest. It was a scene of An Ning and harmony.

Wan Yanlu, however, was having trouble sleeping and kept glancing at Zhang Rongfang's location in another corner.

'Brother Zhang hasn't come back this late yet, I wonder where he went.' She felt somewhat worried.

However, she didn't notice that Zhang Shuoyang, who was pretending to be asleep not far away, had been watching her movements.

Seeing her gaze constantly drifting towards Zhang Rongfang, his displeasure and anger grew stronger.

'That kid seems to still have feelings for Wan Yanlu. I have to find a chance to teach him a lesson in front of Lu Lu, embarrass him, and destroy his pretense. Only then can I truly regain the upper hand!'

Before long, the rain gradually subsided and stopped.

Wan Yanlu also fell asleep without realizing it. On the contrary, Zhang Shuoyang became more and more awake. He saw that even though Wan Yanlu was asleep, his face was turned towards Zhang Rongfang, and a surge of evil fire rose in his heart.

Click.

The sound of tiny branches breaking underfoot could be heard, and footsteps gradually approached from the Backyard.

The footsteps were somewhat heavy, Zhang Shuoyang immediately recognized them as those of Zhang Ying from earlier that day.

Soon, he saw through the gap in the screen of clothes that Zhang Ying returned to her place, picked up some luggage that was on the ground, turned around and glanced in his direction, and then strode away from the temple.

It's obvious they're planning to leave.

Zhang Shuoyang felt a surge of relief.

'It's good that you left; leaving will make Lulu give up!'

"Brother Zhang Ying, be gentle." Just as he was feeling pleased, he suddenly heard Wan Yanlu muttering incoherently against the wall not far away.

Zhang Shuoyang fell silent, his anger seemingly reaching its peak.

With a whoosh, his face flushed red, and he quietly got up, grabbed his short sword and leather armor, and hurried out of the temple.

'No! I have to catch that kid and find out what's going on between them!! What happened before!?'

In the mountains and forests, the shadows of the trees are graceful, and a hazy mist hangs in the air.

Zhang Shuoyang saw from afar that the person in front of him was standing in front of a Locust Tree Forest, seemingly talking to someone.

The night was hazy, and the moonlight wasn't very bright. He could only see that Zhang Ying had her back to him and seemed to be talking to someone in the distance.

Holding his short sword, he strode forward, determined to teach this guy a lesson and demonstrate his superior strength and connections! He wanted to make the brat back down in the future!

As he crossed the hill, his steps quickened and became more urgent, and he naturally unleashed a set of the Condensing Rain Thousand Body Lightness Skill that he had painstakingly practiced for many years.

This set of martial arts cost his father over a hundred taels of gold to be passed down to him, and it was far superior to the mere Twelve-Road Flower Hand, Iron Arm Skill, and Swallow Martial Skill that were available on the market.

'This brat, wandering alone in the mountains, must have some skill, but how could someone as narrow-minded as him know that we, studying martial arts and literature in the Academy under the guidance of renowned teachers and scholars, progress far faster than those wandering the wilderness.'

Zhang Shuoyang quickened his pace, and when he was still dozens of meters away, he touched the ground with his toes, thud.

'Hmm?' Suddenly he felt something was wrong. The ground beneath his feet felt strange. The texture... He frowned and quickly looked down.

It was this one glance that made him freeze in place, and his movement technique, which was about to unfold, completely lost its power and went awry.

Blood!

Blood was everywhere! It mixed with the soil and grass, splattering on the blades of grass in dots and clumps, thick like paste, completely filling his field of vision as he looked down.

Not only that, Zhang Shuoyang looked up and looked around.

The blood-soaked mud stretched all the way to Zhang Ying's feet, and there was more on the left! Even more on the right!

On one of the large rocks to the right, there hangs a severed arm wearing a black sleeve.

Zhang Shuoyang's face turned completely pale in an instant.

He looked up again and gazed at Zhang Ying ahead.

Zhang Ying took a step forward and stood in front of the person who had spoken, as if he were a ghost. Then he reached out, grabbed the person's neck, and lifted him high into the air.

Thud! The man seemed stunned, standing there without resistance, until his neck was snapped and his head rolled off.

Ah!!

"!!!!"

Zhang Shuoyang couldn't help but scream inwardly. His legs went weak, and he stumbled backward step by step.

At that moment, he lost all interest in learning a lesson or causing trouble; only one thought occupied his mind.

That means escape! Putting everything else aside, just the way Zhang Ying traversed dozens of meters in an instant, he knew he was definitely going to be easy prey if he went up there!

Not to mention all the blood on the ground!

How many people would have to die to bleed that much blood?! Zhang Shuoyang turned and ran, his whole body trembling like a leaf, his hand holding the sword even began to tremble uncontrollably.

The thought of almost going up to cause trouble for that person made him want to slap himself unconscious! That person was so cruel and terrifying!!

Run! He absolutely cannot be discovered! Zhang Shuoyang fled at top speed, not daring to look back. His trouser legs and boots were gradually soaked with some kind of liquid, but he didn't notice.

On the other side, Zhang Rongfang dropped the corpse in his hand.

After he rose to seventh place on the Crimson List, he went to the Great Capital and defeated two Spirit General and a top Great Grandmaster in the outer city. Later, he fought against Auduna outside the city and was injured and retreated.

Their current ranking has risen to sixth on the Crimson List. The amount of money involved in the wanted notice has also doubled compared to before.

As a result, many young geniuses who were new to the Jianghu world and thought their martial arts skills were unparalleled came in groups to try to capture this cruel demon.

Furthermore, some martial arts masters from abroad who entered the Great Ling Realm attempted to gain fame by challenging the Black List Crimson List, and came to besiege them.

The group of people he just killed were experts from a powerful force called the Injustice Gang, who had challenged several people on the Black List Crimson List in succession.

This Injustice Gang is indeed incredibly powerful, with most of its members being young and arrogant.

So after Zhang Rongfang learned about their background, he took action and wiped them all out.

'Isn't that kid going to do anything about it?' White Scale asked in her mind. She was increasingly enjoying communicating with Zhang Rongfang anytime.

"No need." Zhang Rongfang knew who she was talking about— Zhang Shuoyang, who had just spied on them and fled in a panic. He would learn from now on that one should always be humble, no matter who they were facing.

"I have a general understanding of Void. Next, it's time to find a suitable candidate and put it into practice," Zhang Rongfang said calmly.

'You want to actually kill a Remnant God?!' White Scale gasped in shock.

"Are there any suitable candidates?" Zhang Rongfang did not deny it.

"No! According to my latest intelligence, the entire Great Ling Secret Teaching has been suppressed by the Great Sect Alliance to the point that only a few factions remain. The original ones have either been absorbed or wiped out. You won't be able to find a target anytime soon."

'Really? That's a pity.' Zhang Rongfang also felt a bit troubled. Even if he directly approached a more powerful sect, he wasn't sure he could handle it.

'Wait for your opportunity. Your self-created martial arts have now almost reached the limits of mortals.'

Even if you Worship God, you'll only be on par with them at best. The next step is basically Physical Body God. If you were to Worship God, you would already be able to begin the transformation of your Spirit General into a god. 'White Scale sighed.'

"Mortals have reached their limit at this stage. You should have felt it too, right? That bottleneck of the limit."

"Yes, I sensed it a long time ago." Zhang Rongfang nodded.

He discovered this not long ago. His current martial arts, Breaking Limit Skill, Limit State, Final Form, and Immortal Method are all the same. They have all reached an ultimate limit.

Attribute Points can no longer be used to further improve physical strength.

Because Attribute Points can only be used to improve physical abilities by enhancing martial arts. But for him, even the most advanced martial arts techniques have long lost their training effect.

Immortal Method are merely used to enhance burst damage and move variety in actual combat, in order to cope with different environmental situations and opponents.

In fact, he had long ago been able to rely on new Trait Talent to improve his strength.

Upon hearing White Scale mention this matter, he also recalled his various opponents and masters from the past.

Is this a limit that everyone possesses?

Yes. This is our inherent limit as human beings. Like a vase, you can keep lengthening and expanding it to hold more water.

But when there is enough water, it is pointless to enlarge or lengthen the vase.

Because eventually, when water accumulates to a single point, it will break apart. 'White Scale said something that made a lot of sense.'

People of this era might need to change their mindset to understand, but Zhang Rongfang understood it immediately.

This is a problem with the material; it's a problem with the limits of the strength of flesh and blood.

'Is there a solution?' he asked.

"Heavenly Light," White Scale replied.

"Heavenly Light. You mean, like those at the very front of the Reverse Time Society? But where can we find that Heavenly Light now?" Zhang Rongfang frowned.

"So, having reached this point, your martial arts have reached their limit. Next, you either need to find the God Lord to Worship God and become Spirit General, or you need to reach the Extreme Realm to Further Progress," White Scale suggested.

Zhang Rongfang looked at the Illusory Image Talisman Method in the Attribute Panel, which had already turned gray, and remained silent.

His realm had already reached the ultimate Great Grandmaster level, and the plus sign after the Illusory Image Talisman Method was gone.

Indeed, martial arts have reached their limit here.

With the Three Flowers Gather on Crown, and the Three Flowers already condensed, the next step was the Five Energies Merge to Origin, but he didn't really know how to proceed.

The process of absorbing Gods and Buddhas into the leaf patterns on his back doesn't significantly increase his own strength. It only enhances his immunity to divine power in terms of willpower and spirit.

"So? Are you planning to Worship God?" White Scale asked.

"No rush, I have my own plans." Zhang Rongfang naturally couldn't tell him about his Trait Talent, so he just brushed it off and didn't say anything more.

"Alright then, think it over carefully. If you want to Worship God, I can give you a lot of advice," White Scale said earnestly.

"Thank you." Zhang Rongfang looked at the remaining Attribute Points he had accumulated; he already had ninety-eight, and he would soon be able to acquire a new ability.