novelraw Chapter 347 - 323 Bidirectional (Part 1)
Chapter 347 - 323 Bidirectional (Part 1)
Pugh.
Zhang Rongfang casually tossed aside Kongyu, the deranged monk who had been drained dry.
Looking at the attributes panel, the flesh completion value had climbed again, reaching 56.
He relaxed his furrowed brow.
The injuries on his body also felt much better.
Tenfold Mountain Overlap combined with three Extreme States, plus the use of the Limit-Breaking Skill Shrinking Step.
Finally, there was the full-force collision with that Western Sect Grandmaster.
It had caused him quite significant internal injuries.
"As expected of the Worshipping God Grandmaster of the Western Sect... such strong power... such great strength!"
A Worshipping God Grandmaster is already not on the same level as an ordinary Grandmaster.
Moreover, the Western Sect was inherently more formidable in martial arts than other factions.
Only then did he understand that Zuo Han had always been indulging him before, accommodating him during their exchanges.
"I heard Grandmasters have their own exclusive final killing move. Seeing this, it must be really powerful..."
Without even using the final move, it was already enough to injure him. If he did use the final move...
This was also the critical reason why Zhang Rongfang fled immediately.
"Crown Prince."
Zuo Han appeared from one side of the forest.
He looked slightly pale, his Essence Qi seemed a bit fatigued.
"Uncle Zuo, you’re injured!?" Zhang Rongfang’s brow furrowed.
"Yes, I suffered a minor injury, but it’s almost recovered." Zuo Han nodded.
Similarly, his gaze fell on Zhang Rongfang’s arm, and his brow furrowed.
"Crown Prince, you’re injured too!?"
"Yes, I encountered a Western Sect Grandmaster, and was ambushed." Zhang Rongfang nodded solemnly.
"A Grandmaster!? How’s the injury?" Zuo Han’s expression changed, his concern evident. "Do you need this old man to help with healing?"
"It’s a bit troublesome..." Zhang Rongfang shook his head, "I haven’t been this seriously injured in so many years....."
He sighed.
"I estimate it will take until tomorrow to heal."
"...." Zuo Han’s expression shifted, almost blurting out what he wanted to say.
He took a deep breath.
"Since the plan failed, we should temporarily lie low and wait for the next opportunity?"
"That sounds good." Zhang Rongfang nodded. He had recognized the might of the Worshipping God Grandmaster, and now he needed to carefully plan the next steps to achieve his goal.
Without further ado, the two simply discussed their next moves and then each went their separate ways.
Zhang Rongfang returned to the Agarwood Palace, while Zuo Han returned to the Thousand Stone Sect’s hidden outpost.
Before leaving, Zhang Rongfang walked past Kongyu, who was slowly getting up beside him.
With a casual palm strike, the Threefold Mountain crashed down on Kongyu’s head like lightning.
Bang!
The previously arrogant and lecherous monk, Kongyu, had barely raised his hand, instinctively wanting to resist, but it was too late.
In an instant, the figure disappeared.
Leaving behind only Kongyu’s body, starting to wither rapidly, turning into a corpse of black ash.
The night passed without a word.
Early the next morning.
Zhang Rongfang headed directly to the personal martial arena in the Dao Palace.
To ensure privacy, he had now allocated a portion of the martial arena for himself.
For the purpose of testing his continuously enhancing physical attributes.
After absorbing Kongyu, he once again felt his physical attributes improving consistently.
This feeling of continuous progress was undeniably addictive.
Standing at the center of the martial arena.
Zhang Rongfang glanced at the sky that was just turning light, and picked up the thousand-pound iron lock he had prepared earlier with one hand.
He lightly weighed it.
’It’s even lighter now...’
He paused.
"Someone, bring up the two-thousand-pound iron lock I prepared before."
Outside the martial arena, a Daoist responded loudly.
Soon after.
The doors swung open, and an oval-shaped iron lock, dark and heavy, was carried in by three people working together.
Bang.
With a high density, two thousand pounds is just a ton, not too large.
Zhang Rongfang stepped forward and grasped the handle with one hand.
He lifted it with effort.
A heavy feeling weighed on his single arm.
"Not bad..."
He took a deep breath and threw it up forcefully.
Whoosh.
The iron lock revolved, soaring over a meter high into the air, before slowly crashing down.
With a puff, Zhang Rongfang caught it with both hands.
He only felt his heart race slightly faster, with no other changes.
Setting down the iron lock, he waved at the few Daoists who were watching in amazement.
"You may leave."
"Yes!"
The few left quickly, faces full of awe.
Needless to say, soon the rumors of the Palace Master’s innate divine power and unmatched ferocity would spread throughout the Palace again.
But Zhang Rongfang didn’t care.
The rapid enhancement and extraordinary physical attributes were impossible to disguise or hide.
Rather than concealing it, it was better to just relax and display it a bit. This way, he could prepare a cover for increasingly exaggerated strength enhancements in the future.
’It’s just that the current strength is still a bit short compared to the Divine Grandmaster I faced before.’
Zhang Rongfang was well aware that even with the addition of the mad monk Kongyu, his strength now was at most on par with that Western Sect Divine Grandmaster.
But the problem was, the opponent, apart from physical attributes and martial arts mastery, also had the unique final moves of a Grandmaster.
This was troublesome.
’If it is really as Uncle Zuo said, Grandmasters don’t wish to decline and age. Fear is that most people would eventually choose to worship gods to restore their strength.’
’In this way, the longer the worship forces accumulate time, the stronger their power becomes. It is so in the Western Sect, and probably more so in the Spirit Court!’
The thought sent chills through his heart.
After so many years of accumulation, these worship forces must have gathered countless worship martial artists.
This enormous force....
"No way!" Suddenly, Zhang Rongfang’s thoughts flickered in his mind.
’According to the principle of energy conservation, it’s impossible for energy in the world to increase indefinitely. If these worship martial artists keep increasing, it’s impossible that their reputation is still unknown now.
The growing number of people cannot only be known by high-level martial artists. This doesn’t make sense!’
His mind raced with thoughts.
He stood in the martial arts arena, thinking while starting to practice martial arts.
He exhibited and maintained all the martial arts he had learned one by one.
’There must be some limitation among them, preventing these large forces’ worship martial artists from casually wandering outside.’
He again recalled the blood god statue he acquired.
’It seems that after handling this matter, I need to carefully study the secret of this blood god statue.’
The last dream and the intuition warning from the attribute panel subtly made him understand that those so-called divine beings might be manipulating interference directed at the human subconscious.
This level was already beyond what he now could comprehend.
He couldn’t gain much solely through research on his own.
’If I want to obtain more information, it seems I can only start with Spirit Court and the religious sects.’
With this thought, Zhang Rongfang calmed his mind.
His thoughts returned to the present.
He needed to find more materials to complete his second talent.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to handle the upcoming threat from the Western Sect.
The Western Sect had been reduced to only two Grandmasters; so, what other places could provide him with more materials?
Many force names flashed through Zhang Rongfang’s mind.
Suddenly, a name that had impressed him before jumped into his view.
’Thousand Teachings Alliance...’
’It’s a pity the Thousand Teachings Alliance was resolved a bit early. Otherwise, there would be enough materials now.’
His heart stirred a bit.
Kongding cannot move, but hasn’t Wanghai Temple brought many experts?
There’s a wide range to choose from.
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Wanghai Temple.
"No way, I must leave this damned place immediately!" Jin Yuan paced back and forth in the temple’s main hall, his expression anxious.
Beside him, Kongding sat cross-legged, with a solemn expression, only the slight furrow of his brow showing he too was in a bad mood.
Watching Jin Yuan pacing, he sighed softly.
"Senior Brother... leaving is possible, but have you considered, if you’re ambushed on your way, who can save you?... You know, leaving alone is also being isolated..."
These words caused Jin Yuan’s expression to stiffen.
"Then what should we do now? Why not you come back with me!?" Jin Yuan turned to look at him.
"....Senior Brother, you are too impatient..." Kongding shook his head. "The key now is that we mustn’t separate, otherwise there’s the risk of being picked off one by one."
"We can’t separate, yet you won’t return with me, do we really have to stay in this cursed place waiting endlessly for your master to return!?" Jin Yuan exclaimed angrily.
"Why not." Kongding said seriously, "The current situation has the slightest misstep potentially leading to death, you have seen Kongyu’s corpse. To kill him so thoroughly in such a short time, do you believe there was no participation from worship martial artists behind it?"
"....." Jin Yuan recalled the corpse of the mad monk Kongyu discovered earlier, feeling a chill in his heart as well.
Nothing works, neither does anything else....
Swish!
At this moment, suddenly a flying knife carrying a letter silently sailed in from outside and embedded itself in the wooden pillar beside the two.
Jin Yuan quickly approached, reaching out to take the knife and pulled out the letter.
He was a worship Spiritual Vein, so even if there were toxins on it, he didn’t care, at worst it just meant more recovery time.
Only after unfolding the letter and reading a line or two, did his expression become refreshed.
"This letter.... it’s from Brother Kongwu!?"
"Brother Kongwu?" Kongding’s eyes moved, immediately recalling who Kongwu was.
For them, there were quite a few experts with the surname Kong in the True Buddha Temple.
All at once remembering them all was difficult.
Moreover, replacements within the True Buddha Temple happened quickly, and due to grudges old and new, some masters suddenly disappeared or died, making replacement happen at various levels.
So forgetting was normal.
But Kongwu was an exception.
Kongding quickly stood up.
The current situation was that they had come to investigate the third kind of people and were attacked upon arrival.
He walked to Jin Yuan’s side, letting his gaze sweep over the contents.
Having read just a few lines, his expression was one of delight.
"Have we really found something!?"
As the two in Wanghai Temple were inwardly surprised and pleased.
Outside, a swift figure sped through the busy street, entering a private house.
Finally, it stopped before a grayish-white sedan chair in the yard.
The chair was topped with four sharp corners, wrapped all over with thick gray cloth. It looked like a regular sedan chair enlarged.
"My Lord." The figure stopped, bowed, and spoke.
"Is it done?" A gentle voice came from inside the sedan chair.
"Yes, they should not have discovered my presence." The swift figure replied.