Cultivators Are So Weak in This World-Chapter 113: Episode 106: Action, Part 2

Without hesitation, Zhang Rongfang controlled the newly accumulated attribute points and added them to Void Observation Skill.

The words "Body Transformation Realm" in parentheses behind Void Observation Skill slowly blurred and disappeared.

Countless memories of meditative breathing surged into his mind.

A vast amount of insights and realizations about the cultivation of literature merged within.

Zhang Rongfang closed his eyes slightly, feeling a bit dizzy and lightheaded. But after a brief adaptation, he returned to normal.

He could feel the Qi and blood within his body rapidly breaking through some blocked meridians and blood vessels.

Then inside his body, they connected into a circular loop, forming a more extensive and complex Grand Circulation than the Body Transformation.

In just a few minutes, he felt his internal organs seemingly starting to heat up and inflate.

This warmth gradually spread from the inside to the outside, permeating his entire body.

On the attribute panel, new writing appeared at this moment.

’Void Observation Skill (Third Realm - Foundation Establishment)’

"Thus... I can be considered a Grand Circulation expert at the Foundation Establishment Stage." Zhang Rongfang recalled those Foundation Establishment experts from his past life’s novels who could fly and move invisibly, and then looked at himself, just having smooth Qi and blood circulation and enhanced immunity at the Foundation Establishment stage.

The disparity made him feel somewhat speechless.

He then looked at his life attributes.

His life attributes had visibly changed, jumping from 23-27 to 25-29.

"One attribute point used as two, not bad!"

Immediately, he put down the wooden basin towel and practiced the Soul-Stabilizing Talisman technique in the courtyard.

This time, he practiced longer than before, until the third round, when he felt a stabbing pain in his internal organs and couldn’t continue.

It was much better than before.

’This means my body’s capacity is gradually increasing; the stabbing pain likely indicates that it’s full to the limit.’

When he succeeds in helping Wanyan Road lose weight, he will receive those statue fragments. At that time, he wants to see what secrets are hidden within.

Suddenly, something lightly thrown in the night sky flew over the wall and was caught by Zhang Rongfang.

It was a paper ball.

Upon unfolding, it revealed a line of black characters resembling tadpoles.

After reading it, Zhang Rongfang casually tore it into pieces and tossed them into the fire pit by the wall. Then he walked to the garden gate and gently pulled it open a crack.

Soon, the gate was gently knocked.

A silhouette slipped in.

"Master, the Black Ten Sect has new movements. They seem to be investigating the route you took from Huaxin County to Tan Yang previously."

The silhouette raised their head, revealing Qingsu’s cool, pale face.

"With the Black Ten Sect’s intelligence, it’s only a matter of time before they find out," Zhang Rongfang’s face remained unchanged, "According to the regulations, I can only mobilize part of the Main Building’s members for personal matters, so it’s up to you on this front."

"Don’t worry, Master, I have sent people to keep an eye there at all times. But they have already found a direction, and at this rate, exposure is only a matter of time..." Qingsu frowned.

The slight ease Zhang Rongfang felt due to the improvement in Void Observation Skill was now erased by the Black Ten Sect affair.

"The Black Ten Sect...." he closed his eyes slightly, "How far have they gotten in their investigation?"

"They are already investigating the Bai family caravan. Back then, you came along with the Bai family caravan, which might result in exposure by someone among them," Qingsu said solemnly.

"The Bai family caravan... Understood. Just keep watching for me."

"Yes." Qingsu hesitated slightly, then stopped.

"What do you wish to say?" Zhang Rongfang noticed and asked.

"Uh... I’d like to ask if you plan to take action against the Wanyan family, Master?"

She appeared calm as she asked.

"If I go through Wanyan Road, there’s a real possibility of seizing about half of the Wanyan family’s assets."

"..."

Zhang Rongfang’s heart twitched; he didn’t expect that just after becoming famous, even the subordinates from the Golden Wing Pavilion knew of his reputation.

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The largest gambling house in Tan Yang City is none other than Jiaozhou Gambling House near the city wall in the west.

This gambling house is openly owned by the philanthropist Master He, He Cundong.

But in reality, most of the shares belong to various officials within the government.

And a minority is occupied by the Black Ten Sect.

Setting aside the shares, the Black Ten Sect is actually the true authority here.

Mokamo Road, as the skilled expert the Black Ten Sect placed in charge here, is now over thirty years old and beginning to enter the decline phase of martial artists.

He had reached the end of his ability to improve and now needed to think about his family’s future — his parents, wife, children.

As one of the five fierce Vajras in the dark side of the Black Ten Sect, he has participated in countless fights, leaving plenty of scars on his body. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

But each time, his opponents suffered a heavier toll than he did.

The last time was three years ago when a group of northern barbarians entered Tan Yang to seize territory; he led people to chop them off.

The leader of those barbarians was nicknamed "The Thin Camel" in the martial world, suggesting his strength was comparable to that of a camel.

In the end, that person was beheaded by him, his skull made into a drinking cup.

Inside Jiaozhou Gambling House.

It was brightly lit, bustling with people, and the gambling tables were packed with gamblers whose faces were flushed with excitement.

All the bankers were somewhat attractive masked women.

Although the women were masked, they were mostly dressed scantily.

The hormonal and gambling lure continuously emitted a dangerous allure throughout the gambling house.

Mokamo Road was seated in the innermost lounge of the gambling house on a leather chair, flanked by two beautiful women drinking and chatting with him.

Even sitting on the leather chair, his burly stature exuded a powerful presence.

At that moment, a hooded man in a tight gray suit moved quickly, head lowered, through the tables toward Mokamo Road.

He bowed in greeting.