Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 41: Breakthrough

Until he returned to his shop, Square Porcelain, Fang Zheng still couldn’t process what had just happened—Zhou Ping let him go so easily?

Could it be a trick of "play hard to get"?

"Don’t leave Qu City for the time being; the Public Security Bureau may summon you at any time."

"Behave yourself!"

"..."

Zhou Ping naturally didn’t know what he was thinking. With a gloomy face, he gave a few instructions and then drove away, obviously still having some resentment.

Watching the other party leave, Fang Zheng chuckled to himself:

"Who cares!"

No matter what, being able to get out is always a good thing.

He hadn’t been able to truly close his eyes for several days, constantly tense to deal with questioning. He was already exhausted and now only wanted a good sleep.

He slept from daylight to night.

As the neon lights came on and night fell, the sound of rushing water echoed in the bathroom.

Fang Zheng closed his eyes, raised his head, and let the warm water wash over his body, washing away his fatigue while allowing his spirit to gradually recover.

Naturally, the methods described in the Hundred-Day Foundation Establishment Method emerged in his mind one by one.

Complete success, a rebirth of the body...

"So that’s what it means!"

"No wonder the book emphasized that once the Hundred-Day Foundation Establishment Method starts, it must not be interrupted. It turns out that at the moment of completion, a great transformation occurs."

"Like a rebirth!" 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Lowering his head, he slowly raised his arm, fingers forming a loose fist, an overwhelming feeling of power surging within him.

It felt as if he could kill a fierce tiger with one punch.

This was undoubtedly an illusion, but compared to before, his strength had indeed advanced by leaps and bounds; calling it a complete transformation was not an exaggeration.

"Qi Blood First Transformation!"

Fang Zheng’s eyes shone:

"Bone Forger Martial Artist!"

At the moment of completing the Hundred-Day Foundation Establishment, he had completely transformed, not only laying the foundation for his physical body but also breaking through the limits of Qi Blood First Transformation, becoming a true Martial Artist.

Thanks to the Bone Strengthening Pill from the Pure Yang Palace, among the three—skin and flesh, tendons and bones, and internal organs—the Bone Forging broke through first.

"Though the Hundred-Day Foundation Establishment Method is good, it shouldn’t have achieved such results. It’s thanks to eating ox heart and the Pile Technique from two worlds."

"There’s also the help from that strange pattern on my wrist, which led to my current achievement."

"Compared to Wu Hai, I’m not only a Qi Blood First Transformation Martial Artist now, but I’m probably not far from Qi Blood Second Transformation, almost like a leap to the top."

Skin and flesh tightened!

Tendons and bones strong!

The Five Viscera invigorated!

Comparing himself to a few days ago, it was as if he had been a child.

Walking out of the bathroom, barefoot, to the window, Fang Zheng raised his head and gazed afar at the bustling night view of Qu City, his eyes finally landing on the most chaotic Pai Street.

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Pai Street is also known as Memorial Arch Street.

It’s said that in ancient times, people here were either rich or noble, and the women were chaste, the men studious, thus receiving many memorial arches, hence the name.

Times have changed.

The splendid scenery of the past is gone, and the arches symbolizing chastity and virtue have been replaced by colorful signs, gathering numerous bars and KTVs.

The streetwalkers openly solicited customers at the door.

Long lines queued at the entrances to nightclubs, many differently dressed men and women embracing as they entered, the piercing and loud music filling the ears.

To go from a scholarly gatehouse to a street of custom, that in itself is ironic.

Miami Club.

Who knows when it started, but names that are neither fully Chinese nor fully Western began to become popular, and even the largest club on Pai Street is like this.

Standing in front of Miami Club, Fang Zheng looked up, observing the five-story building bathed in various lights, his eyes thoughtful.

Then he took steps toward the main entrance.

"Sir."

A handsome doorman reached out to stop him politely:

"Please show your membership card."

"Membership card?" Fang Zheng tilted his head.

"Yes." The doorman nodded:

"We operate on a membership basis here. If you’re not a member, I’m sorry, you can’t enter. If you want to become a member, you need an introduction from an existing member; we don’t handle it directly here."

What a hassle!

Fang Zheng simply said, "I’m here to see your boss."

"He Xuanping."

Qi Yuan was called the second boss by Da Wei and a few others, so naturally, there was a big boss above him—He Xuanping.

"Boss He." The doorman’s face changed, although the visitor was dressed simply, anyone who could call the boss by name was always not to be trifled with.

He immediately said:

"It would be best if you called ahead, let someone come out to receive you."

"That won’t be necessary." Fang Zheng stepped forward:

"I’ll go in and find him myself."

His movements caused the doorman to stumble back, and the two guards behind him shouted:

"What’s going on?"

"Stop right there!"

The two rushed forward, reaching out with capture techniques that had some skill, not just brute force.

Fang Zheng kept walking, raising his hand for a light push.

"Bang!"

A surge of Giant Power, both men were lifted off the ground and slammed heavily against the door panels on either side, groaning in pain on the ground, unable to get up.

The doorman was about to shout urgently, but seeing this, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

Those were two hundred pounds of living beings; how could they be like toy dolls in front of him, pushed away with a single motion?

How much strength must that take?

Fang Zheng was also slightly taken aback; he knew his power had skyrocketed after becoming a Qi Blood Martial Artist, but he didn’t expect it to be so strong.

He only intended to push them aside, but ended up pushing them away.

If the martial artists of Hundred Days Foundation Establishment had world-class strength, Qi Blood First Transformation equated to world-class pinnacle.

And he...

Was clearly one level stronger!

Perhaps the Qi Blood Second Transformation wasn’t even as strong.

Just slightly surprised, he continued forward.

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"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The urgent rhythm of drums beat tempo, several musicians nodding and playing on stage, colorful lights sweeping the club hall.

Men and women swayed to the music, raising their hands and shouting from time to time, provoking cheers from those around them.

Smoke filled the air,

The smell of alcohol pervaded.

Passion and hormones intertwined and collided here.

Fang Zheng had been to similar places to sing and perform before, but now walking among them, he only felt it was noisy, not the feeling he used to have.

The band stepped off, replaced by a DJ beauty, and the noise grew louder.

"Friend."

Stopping at a booth surrounded by a few people, he leaned down to ask:

"Do you happen to know where Boss He is?"

"Boss He?" The drunken man looked up, pointing upwards:

"His office is on the fourth floor; you can check there."

"Thank you!"

"You’re welcome."

Quite polite.

Scanning the surroundings, Fang Zheng stepped toward the stairs.

There were four burly men in suits guarding the stairs, subconsciously blocking him as he approached, at that moment the doorman from earlier hurried over.

"That’s him!"

The doorman shouted:

"He’s not a member and just forced his way in."

"Hmm?"

The four men paled, immediately rushing over without a word.

"Get lost!"

Fang Zheng expressionlessly stepped forward, his hands sweeping aside like splitting straw, the two in front were thrown into the chaotic crowd.

With a bump, the remaining two felt like they were hit by a stone, collapsing softly to the ground.

"What are you doing?"

"Stop him!"

"Crash..."

Upstairs, a crowd roared and rushed over, some wielding weapons resembling electric batons.

Fang Zheng’s eyes narrowed, grabbing a nearby two-meter-tall ceramic figurine, he swung it like a hammer at the oncoming crowd.

"Bang!"

"Crash..."

With a crisp sound, the crowd howled in agony.

Fang Zheng charged forward, like a tiger into a flock of sheep, punching and kicking wildly, with no match except to avoid the electric batons.

"Stop!"

Unnoticed, a middle-aged man in a white suit appeared at the back, his eyes pausing on Fang Zheng, bowing slightly and saying:

"Mr. Fang, the boss invites you."