Running About

"Junior brother, are you really going to squander all your contributions over the years to obtain a White Bone Lotus Seed for your disciple, adding to his century-long Mental Accumulation?"

The old man, with a sage-like demeanor, asked curiously:

"Your current physical condition, though you are a grandmaster, is probably similar to that of a top Martial Arts Master are still declining, aren't you? Instead of asking your master for a life-extending elixir, you're asking your disciple for lotus seeds?"

"At the very least, you should ask for some Calming Tea to clear away the Malevolent Energy, or rather, the Calamity Qi, right?"

Hong Tianbao glanced at his senior brother and calmly shook his head:

"Me? I won't live much longer, what's the point of begging for anything? What's the point anyway?"

The old man, with an air of otherworldly wisdom, shook his head:

"I can see that you're already consumed by Malevolent Energy and out of your mind. You're actually thinking about helping your disciple instead of helping yourself?"

He gazed silently at Hong Tianbao for a long time, then sighed softly and asked:

"Junior brother, is this really worth it?"

"Worth it."

Hong Tianbao nodded firmly, bowed solemnly towards the pavilion in the lake, and raised his head.

"My little apprentice has truly extraordinary talent. In the future, becoming a Grandmaster or Great Grandmaster will be nothing more than a matter of course. He is even destined to reach the Innate Great Realm!"

Chen Daoling chuckled:

"But you said that the little fellow has only been a disciple for a short time. How can you be sure of his character? What if he's like my few unfilial disciples, always thinking about fighting amongst themselves and killing their master?"

Hong Tianbao said leisurely:

"I am neither your master nor any of you. I don't teach my disciples to use the 'breeding poison' method. My four disciples love each other and live in harmony. As for killing their master?"

He said calmly:

"I don't have long to live anyway, I only ask for a legacy."

"If you ask me, Senior Brother, you should get some Calming Tea for your disciples to drink, to cleanse their Malevolent Energy of resentment and dispel this omnipresent [Inner Demon Obstruction]."

Chen Daoling remained silent, still gazing at the fat old man.

After a long pause, he put his hands behind his back and said:

"There's nothing wrong with raising Gu. By the way, junior brother, aren't you afraid I'll try to steal your disciple or send someone to kill him?"

Hong Tianbao smiled and shook his head:

"I only dare to tell you, Second Senior Brother. Now that you've completely cleared your name and are a garrison commander in the Investigation Bureau, why would you care about these petty squabbles within the sect?"

He emphasized the words "Investigation Bureau" very much.

Both sides are intelligent people, and both have leverage over the other.

The old man, with his otherworldly air, thought for a moment, then chuckled and said:

"That makes sense, but are your disciples truly harmonious with each other?"

Chen Daoling was still somewhat incredulous. He and his fellow disciples had fought many times before, even coming to blows several times.

For example, myself and my junior brother Hong.

Years ago, Chen Daoling killed Hong Tianbao's entire family. Hong Tianbao had also used Chen Daoling's daughter as a furnace to extract her life force.

Of the more than one hundred fellow disciples who fought and struggled back then, only three remain today.

Although the master's raising of Gu poison was a factor, and the Malevolent Energy that clouded his mind and spiritual senses, once it was done, it was done.

That kind of Malevolent Energy is present in every senior repairman.

Put yourself in their shoes.

How can this possibly produce harmonious disciples?

Faced with the old man's question, Hong Tianbao puffed out his chest and raised his head:

"Of course!"

"My four disciples help each other and love each other dearly. They are so close that they are afraid of hurting each other when they spar!"

"How exactly do I kill my dear Junior Disciple Brother?"

In the quiet room, Niu Dali silently sipped his tea, staring at the one-eyed man in front of him.

Black Eyes Shakes His Head:

"The future I see is destined to come true, and that includes you."

"Enough!" Niu Dali interrupted angrily, "You dare to spout such nonsense in front of me? What you see is not the future, but clearly destiny!"

Black Eyes paused for a moment:

"To be precise, it's a glimpse of the future reflected in his own destiny—how can it not be considered the future?"

He sighed softly:

"Old Niu, why are you so hung up on Zhang Fusheng? The Divine Descent is imminent, and the destiny to devour the God of Plague, even if it's just a tiny fraction, is far beyond what Zhang Fusheng can compare to."

"That's a real god."

Listening to Black Eyes' words,

Niu Dali licked his lips and spoke in a hoarse voice:

"I just want to eat him up. It's only a few days until the 15th."

"I can't wait!"

How do I kill my dear Eldest Senior Brother?

Seventh District, at home.

Zhang Fusheng rubbed his chin, wondering if it was just his imagination, but he felt his Malevolent Energy had become increasingly agitated lately.

Even when contemplating problems, that Malevolent Energy would surface and cloud one's judgment, causing confusion and disorder in one's thoughts.

It's like a cultivator in a myth who has entered a calamity and suffered from its Calamity Qi.

The thought had barely surfaced when it was shattered by the surge of Malevolent Energy. A crimson glint flashed in Zhang Fusheng's eyes, and his body trembled slightly.

For a long time.

He regained his composure, completely clearing his mind of his previous thoughts, and focused intently on studying the contents of the Contract Book.

In the Contract Book, the Flesh and Blood Plague and the Yin World Wood Marrow lay quietly, and the thirty years of lifespan and fifteen years of Spiritual Cultivation obtained were also represented as faint clusters of light.

"There are still over two hundred years of Breathing Technique practice left, so there's no rush to use it for now. This thing is related to comprehension."

Zhang Fusheng had a clear understanding: only by improving his comprehension could he maximize the efficiency of this kind of cultivation experience.

The only technique currently available is the Limit-Breaking Yin Serpent Fist.

The thought triggered the Contract Book, Limit-Breaking Yin Serpent Fist slowly merged with his own body.

Almost instantly.

He could sense that he had gained a large chunk of memories—memories of his centuries-long cultivation of the Yin Serpent Fist.

They practiced their boxing techniques in the morning and honed their skills in the evening, day after day, year after year.

The punches became increasingly powerful and the force of the punches increasingly sinister!

Not only do they practice boxing, they also observe snakes!

Blue, black, white, and green flowers; small snakes; large snakes; giant pythons!

Memories from over a century surged and churned in my mind, as if I had truly practiced martial arts day and night, and observed snakes day and night.

Beginner, Minor Accomplishment, Great Accomplishment, Perfection!

Each move and each style, in the end, is integrated and mastered.

Until then.

Breaking the limits!

The realization and realm of Limit-Breaking suddenly surfaced in my body and mind!

His muscles bulged, his Qi and Blood surged, thick calluses appeared on his fists, and even his Mental Intent exuded a chilling aura.

All techniques can be categorized into five levels: beginner, Minor Accomplishment, Great Accomplishment, Perfection, and Limit-Breaking.

The Yin Snake Fist is Middle Vehicle fist technique, unlike the Tiger Roar Fist, which can only be True Intention after Limit-Breaking.

When the Yin Snake Fist is Perfection, it will possess True Intention.

The Limit-Breaking Yin Snake Fist not only nearly doubled his flexibility and reaction speed, but also...

Furthermore, based on the Yin Snake True Intent, it makes Mental Intent exude a sense of coldness.

Zhang Fusheng slowly opened his eyes, gently stroked the calluses on his fists, and murmured softly:

"This is the True Intention?"

He stood up, and a hissing sound like a snake echoed in the air. His True Intention and Mental Intent floated together within his Ancestral Aperture.

With just a slight touch, Zhang Fusheng sensed that his essence, energy, and spirit were all gathered together as one, with True Intention as the pivot.

He shuddered, and the air compressed and churned violently, faintly revealing a pale white color, before transforming into a dark snake that coiled around his body!

"More than just the True Intention"

Zhang Fusheng turned on the tap and watched the water jet fall. An invisible, intangible divine sense, carrying a chilling aura, quietly emerged.

Almost the instant the water hit the jet, it froze into ice, freezing the entire faucet!

"It's still not just that."

He stretched out his hand, placed it on the wall beside him, and exhaled forcefully.

It is a kind of Yin Force that one naturally acquires after mastering the Limit-Breaking Yin Serpent Fist, combined with the Yin Snake True Intent, and accompanied by a low hiss of a snake.

Release your hand; the wall is intact.

Zhang Fusheng gently blew a breath.

A gentle breeze swept by, and the entire wall silently turned into fine powder, collapsing to the ground and scattering the dust.

Zhang Fusheng fell silent.

Behind the wall is the neighbor's bedroom.

Old Master Wang was fast asleep, woke up groggily and was just about to sit up.

'Call out!'

Zhang Fusheng gently patted the old man, allowing him to fall back into a peaceful sleep.

What should we do about this wall?

"Uh, whatever!"

Zhang Fusheng looked at the dust covering the ground and sighed softly:

"No wonder Liao Xianji, with his Seventh Refinement of cultivation, is comparable to someone with Twelve Refinements."

He licked his lips and sent a message.

Not long after, the phone rang.

"Boss."

Lu Mingzhu's weary voice came from the other end of the line.

"Your injuries healed so quickly?" Zhang Fusheng asked.

"After using many special medications, I can barely move freely."

"Okay, go look up Liao Xianji's information and send it to me."

"Yes, boss."

Zhang Fusheng waited quietly.

About half an hour later, my phone vibrated slightly.

It must be said that Lu Mingzhu is indeed very capable; after Zhang Fusheng cleaned the hotel for her once,

Despite her severe injuries, she managed to gain initial control of the hotel within half a day.

In just over half an hour, they had collected and organized Liao Xianji's detailed information.

Loyalty is out of the question at the moment, but he is tight-lipped, decisive, ruthless, and exceptionally capable.

A promising talent.

"His children died young, and his only grandson works at Jiang University."

"He stood up for his grandson several times, once even at the cost of offending Old Ghost Chai."

Zhang Fusheng collected his thoughts and carefully observed Liao Xianji's information. Soon, he had a preliminary idea in his mind.

"I almost forgot, I'm still a student at Jiang University."

"Yes, soon-to-be freshman."

He leaped out of the window, feeling the faint sense of being watched from high above, and immediately turned into a dark alley.

After confirming that it had avoided being locked onto by the satellite, it transformed into the appearance of Zhong Shan and headed straight for the Public Security Bureau located in the District Three.

"I'll take it down for you sooner or later!"

He hurried along, gazing at the crescent moon hanging high in the night sky.

The stars are twinkling.