"Young Master Fang."
As she pondered, Jiu Niang spoke up:
"Could you tell us how you mastered the Elental Thunder Skill?"
"Well..." Fang Zheng replied:
"To be completely honest, my thod is unique and difficult to replicate."
Unless soone can build a generator here.
"I see."
Jiu Niang sighed softly, having anticipated such a response.
Previously, those who mastered the Elental Thunder Skill either consud so thunder attribute spirit fruit or encountered a rare treasure containing the power of thunder.
In short,
it's similarly difficult to replicate.
She didn't think Fang Zheng was lying, as past records showed that the Dharma Gate Fang Zheng had studied was completely unrelated to the Elental Thunder Skill.
Mastering it in such a short ti could only be attributed to a special physique.
No other explanation.
After seeing off Fang Zheng, a middle-aged man asked with a bow:
"Miss, why not simply take him back to the Prefecture City, so we can watch him closely and prevent him from fleeing once his cultivation base is complete?"
"The power of thunder is supre yang, and a cultivator's nature often mirrors it, intolerant of any humiliation," Jiu Niang stated:
"Forcing his temperant might backfire."
"Moreover..."
She narrowed her eyes, saying:
"The Chen Family is currently in troubled tis, whether they can weather this crisis is uncertain, bringing him back might be in vain and benefit others."
"As for that place..."
"It might not necessarily require soone who has mastered the Elental Thunder Skill to open it, perhaps there are other ways, so we can't put all our hopes on one person."
"Understood." The middle-aged man bowed his head in agreent.
"No rush."
Jiu Niang closed her eyes, gently massaging her temples:
"He has only recently achieved Three Blood Perfection, and who knows when he will form True Qi. It will take years to reach the Realm of the Three Thunders, ti is still ample."
"Taking him to the Prefecture City isn't an urgent matter either."
"Understood."
The middle-aged man responded again.
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"Woo..."
The cold wind swept the earth, raising dust clouds.
"The weather is changing."
Fang Zheng looked up, a flicker in his eyes:
"It seems there will be thunderstorm weather these days."
"Indeed."
Wu Hai nodded:
"There certainly won't be any snow. After the thunderstorms, the weather will warm up, and when the snow lts, the harsh days for the people will be over."
Fang Zheng smiled silently.
He was now ready in every aspect, having achieved Three Blood Perfection, acquired the Vein-Protecting Pill, and prepared his cultivation techniques, only needing the east wind to break through to the Martial Master Realm.
The east wind,
is the thunderstorm weather!
Thunderstorm weather aids in breaking through the Elental Thunder Skill.
That's why he felt exhilarated seeing the weather change, not because of Wu Hai's talk of hard days ending.
"Halt!"
Households Commander Ming gently pulled the reins, pointing at Fang Zheng and a few others:
"You guys go to the east courtyard, take the people to Young Master Song. The rest, follow ."
"Understood!"
Everyone acknowledged.
Fang Zheng turned and waved to the back, Wu Hai shouted, leading a group of won with disheveled hair to the east courtyard.
This was the military camp.
It was clear that Households Commander Ming took care of them, outsiders were usually not allowed in the military camp, not only could they enter, but they also had work to do.
Only trusted people could have such access.
Nowadays.
The entire Anxi Army knew that Fang Zheng was favored by Lord Thousand Households, apart from Hundred Households Commander He, nobody dared to offend him lightly.
"Haha..."
Before reaching the east courtyard, a burst of wild laughter entered their ears.
Crossing the threshold, the first sight was a group of girls, and a man wearing only thin trousers, blindfolded, lunging around.
The man's figure was sowhat plump, drooling from his mouth, looking a bit unintelligent.
But his movents were extrely quick; with a gentle lunge like a leopard, the won dodged desperately but were still knocked down one by one.
They seed to be playing a childish ga.
But the ga was sowhat excessive.
The won were frail, especially those who hadn't practiced martial arts, how could they withstand the pounce of a leopard, causing minor injuries at least, or fractured ribs at worst.
The man didn't hold back.
Thus, while the man played excitedly, the won were all terrified.
"Haha..."
After capturing the last woman, the man removed his blindfold, revealing a sowhat dull gaze, grinning widely:
"Caught them all, who was the first one I caught just now?"
At his words, everyone looked at one of the won, who turned pale with fright and fainted under the man's gaze.
"Then I'll start with you."
The man grinned, appearing next to the woman in a flash, disregarding her condition, reaching out to tear at her clothes.
With his brute strength, he could tear through iron sheets, let alone clothing. In the blink of an eye, her clothes were in tatters, making the man even more excited.
His breathing turned heavy.
"Young Master Song."
At this mont, Fang Zheng clasped his fists and greeted:
"We've brought the people over."
"Hmm." The man paused his actions, seemingly displeased by the interruption, turned his head, waved his hand:
"Got it, leave the people, you can scram now!"
Fang Zheng bowed his head, avoiding the unsightly scene, and slowly retreated backward.
In the next mont.
A piercing scream echoed from the courtyard.
"Young Master Song has trained his body since childhood. Although not bright, his skills aren't weak, even Three Blood Martial Artists can't withstand him, how could those won endure his lashings?" Wu Hai sighed:
"I've heard they throw out two bodies from the courtyard every day."
"Not afraid of madn, but afraid of martial-skilled madn, especially those who've lost humanity, left with only animal desires," Li San added:
"Ravaging people every day..."
"Shush." Wu Hai shook his head:
"Be careful with your words."
"Let's go." Fang Zheng's expression remained unchanged, stepping out of the military camp.
......
"Sir!"
Households Commander Ming arrived at the center of the military camp, standing behind Deputy Commander Song Kewang, who led the army, and saluted with fists clasped together:
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