Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 52 - 8: In-Depth Discussion

"Dad!"

Zheng Kuo’s eyes were bloodshot, his breathing heavy. After dialing the phone, he said sullenly:

"I was bullied!"

"Serves you right!" The voice on the other end of the line was extremely cold, showing no concern whatsoever, making it hard to believe this was actually between father and son:

"I’ve told you long ago to keep a low profile in your affairs, but you just wouldn’t listen. It’s good to learn a lesson this time to avoid causing major trouble for the family in the future."

"Bang!" Zheng Kuo slammed his fist hard on the sofa, roaring:

"I was beaten to the point of spitting blood. Whether my bones are broken or not is still up in the air, and that’s how you care for your son?"

"..." President Zheng was silent for a moment, then said:

"Who did it?"

"Someone named Fang Zheng." Zheng Kuo was overjoyed, a grim look on his face:

"Dad, I want to make sure he doesn’t die a good death!"

"It’s a society governed by law now, don’t always act like a street thug, it’s beneath your status." President Zheng’s voice was displeased and then became somewhat peculiar:

"What did you say his name was?"

"Fang Zheng." Zheng Kuo, not a fool, changed his expression and asked:

"Do you know him?"

"Yes." President Zheng sighed, softened his tone:

"Let’s just let this matter go!"

"Dad!" Zheng Kuo clenched his fists:

"Who is he? In Qu City, is there someone you are afraid of? Even that Mr. Zhao worships you."

"Don’t talk nonsense! What status does the councilor have?" President Zheng scolded, then said:

"Not afraid exactly, but this person is a bit unusual. There’s no need to bother with him. Just keep your distance in the future."

"Hmm..."

Worried that his son was not sensible, he reiterated:

"A common man’s wrath results in bloodshed within five steps. People named Fang are very dangerous."

Zheng Kuo frowned.

He understood what his father meant.

Fang Zheng dared to kill and had the ability to do so. With their status, there was no need to compete with such a person recklessly.

Although he understood, Zheng Kuo was somewhat unconvinced, but recalling the earlier scene, the anger in his heart suddenly extinguished.

Five people!

All adult men, yet within a few breaths, they were all on the ground. If such a person had the courage to go all out, it was indeed too dangerous.

Offending such a person would make dining a nerve-wracking experience.

"Damn!"

He cursed angrily, smashing his phone to the ground, then turned and glared at Taotao:

"Bitch!"

"It’s all because of you!"

...

Fuhong Steel Factory.

President Zheng put away his phone, looking thoughtful, and muttered a name softly:

"Fang Zheng!"

"I’ve heard of him." A voice behind him said:

"It’s said that Mr. Zhao tried to recruit him on the spot, intending to make him a weapon with favors, to be used against opponents when necessary."

"However, Fang Zheng apparently has a decent amount of money and is willing to sponsor the councilor’s campaign, so using him as a tool becomes inappropriate."

"In short..."

"This person is too impulsive. It’s best not to offend him, just keep your distance, President Zheng has handled this well."

"Mmm." President Zheng turned back:

"No need to pay attention to childish antics. The key now is the restructuring of Fuhong Steel Factory and the handling of its assets, make sure those companies don’t push too hard. Pricing too low will cause backlash."

"Understood!"

The other nodded.

The land value of the steel factory alone was worth more than ten billion yuan, leaving much room for maneuver, with many wanting a share of the pie.

How to satisfy everyone’s demands is an art.

As for the factory workers...

They’re liabilities!

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As the year drew to a close, the weather got colder.

For young people with abundant energy, it’s still manageable, but the elderly are already preparing to resist the cold attacks.

"Cough cough..."

Guo Ziran wrapped himself in a thick down jacket, occasionally letting out a dry cough.

"Did Master go to the hospital?" Fang Zheng assisted him to sit down, his voice filled with concern:

"How is the situation?"

"Not a big issue, some minor ailments are inevitable with age." Guo Ziran waved his hand, his gaze sweeping over the bloodstain on Fang Zheng’s clothes.

Sighing softly, he inquired:

"Have you been fighting again?"

"Yes." Fang Zheng did not hide it:

"It’s a minor thing."

"Heroes engage in banned acts with martial arts, people like you have never been favored by the Imperial Court in all ages." Guo Ziran said:

"This isn’t a solution going forward."

"One can’t just stand by when being bullied, otherwise, why learn martial arts?" Fang Zheng frowned:

"You also taught about helping those in need; if I can’t even protect myself, how can I talk about punishing evil and helping the weak?"

"Heh..." Guo Ziran chuckled lightly:

"Still talking back!"

"If it’s legitimate self-defense, there’s nothing to say. The worry is that you don’t know how to control yourself, hurting someone in this era and then where would you run?"

"It’s okay for young people to be a bit passionate, but overdoing it, no matter how good your martial arts are, can’t stop a bullet. I’m really afraid one day you will..."

"Sigh!"

His earnest advice carried concern.

Fang Zheng was a rather honest person before; now, it’s unclear why he has become impulsive and easily angered, often without restraint in his actions.

Could it be Erqiu broke his heart?

Fang Zheng remained silent.

He was different from others. In case of trouble, he could hide in the Otherworld, and this fallback reduced many scruples, making his actions harsher.

However, reflecting now, he indeed had been too impulsive lately, and self-examination was necessary.

He has to be more cautious.

"Master is right." Fang Zheng nodded:

"I will control myself more in the future."

His aim is to be a leisurely wealthy gentleman, not a brutish fighter. In modern society, business should be the focus, a fact he must always remember.

"That’s good." Guo Ziran smiled:

"As for the injustices in the world..."

"As long as people have desires, these issues will never cease. An individual’s power is limited; the social environment is fundamental."

"If you’re truly capable, aim to change the world, to make it fair."

"..." Fang Zheng showed surprise in his eyes:

"What Master says is quite reasonable."

As for changing the world, he naturally didn’t have that ability, nor would he overestimate himself.

"Then that’s settled."

Guo Ziran leaned back, swaying in the rocking chair:

"We are ordinary people, living our lives well is enough. If we have the ability, we can help others. If not, at least don’t make things messy."

"Yes."

Fang Zheng nodded, then changed the topic:

"Master, I’ve recently read a book discussing martial arts, which mentions the realm of ’Power into the Marrow’ and ’Divine Fist.’"

"Do you have any understanding of this?"

"Power into the Marrow?" Guo Ziran squinted:

"I have some impressions. Tell me the details."

Fang Zheng then recounted descriptions from "Notes on Martial Arts," focusing on his understanding of ’Power into the Marrow,’ while briefly mentioning ’Divine Fist.’

"Force manipulation, into the marrow."

Unbeknownst to him, Guo Ziran sat up straight, looking serious:

"In my younger days, I indeed experienced moments when the power suddenly increased, quite similar to what you describe as ’Power into the Marrow.’

"Writings left by Xingyi Fist Grandmasters also have similar mentions."

"Not just in Xingyi..."

He stood up, pacing with his hands behind his back:

"Tai Chi, Baji Grandmasters are the same, and without exception, they not only practiced their own traditions but also visited various schools and mastered numerous styles, gaining their own understanding of different boxing techniques."

"If, as you say, understanding different types of power can make it penetrate into the marrow, then the reasoning makes sense."

Masters of martial arts over the last century have been experts of Power into the Marrow!

Guo Ziran became more and more excited as he spoke, his body trembling slightly, filled with a mix of excitement and regret in glimpsing the depths of martial arts.

Understanding the logic naturally brought joy.

But if he had realized it twenty years earlier, he might have advanced further, a true regret.

Though it wasn’t possible for him anymore, Fang Zheng still had great potential. If he could nurture a martial arts master, his life would not be in vain.

Fang Zheng, however, sighed lightly.

This world’s martial arts foundation was ultimately too shallow. An ordinary martial arts hall master’s son from the Otherworld could touch this level whereas here, there’s no mature path.

Moreover...

Even being a martial arts master and reaching Power into the Marrow, the physical foundation sets limits, with the power outburst reaching at most Qi Blood First Transformation.

Still too weak!

"Divine Fist, there’s a record in old martial scriptures."

Guo Ziran’s mind wandered, speaking with words that greatly surprised Fang Zheng:

"Marshal Yue once held a spear, intimidating thousands; Master Zhang achieved the essence of Yin and Yang, subduing a fierce tiger at age a hundred, all true stories."