Linghu An nodded:
"With Thunderbolt Hand’s assistance, our chances for success increase greatly."
......
As he walked out of the county governnt office, Linghu An stopped Fang Zheng, who was about to bid farewell:
"Young Master Fang, do you have matters at ho?"
"Uh..." Fang Zheng hesitated:
"There’s nothing urgent."
"In that case, why hurry to leave?" Linghu An chuckled, waving not far away:
"Qiuchan, co greet Young Master Fang."
"Young Master Fang, this is my daughter Qiuchan. She mostly lived in the mountains and just recently returned ho. You two should get to know each other."
Linghu Qiuchan was petite, fair-skinned, with clear eyes like a young girl, exuding a gentle fragility that stirred compassion.
She approached from beside the carriage, bowed gracefully, and spoke in a lodious voice:
"Qiuchan greets Young Master Fang."
"Ah!"
Linghu An waved his hand:
"Young Master Fang is too formal; call him Brother Fang instead."
"Yes." Linghu Qiuchan replied:
"Brother Fang."
"Miss Qiuchan." Fang Zheng returned the bow with clasped hands.
"Feel free to wander around." Linghu An laughed as he got into the carriage, cautioning:
"Just make sure to return before dinner, if you please, Young Master Fang."
"I’m honored."
Fang Zheng watched them depart, then turned to Linghu Qiuchan:
"Miss Qiuchan, shall we stroll around?"
Linghu Qiuchan cast a shy glance at him, then blushed and nodded with a lowered head:
"All right."
She understood her father’s plans—to marry her to this man, both to secure her a good household and to benefit their family.
Marriages between wealthy families were common.
The Ling Family aid to expand in the Prefecture City but wouldn’t abandon their roots in Gu’an County; marrying a daughter into the Fang Family complented both.
Fang Zheng was yet unmarried, and if Linghu Qiuchan wed him, she’d be the main mistress.
Looking now.
He wasn’t exceptionally handso, but his deanor was refined, and as a Martial Artist with nurous assets, he barely qualified as an ideal husband.
"Miss Qiuchan is actually a Warlock?"
Walking together and learning so details along the way, Fang Zheng expressed surprise:
"Your master is even a Mage?"
"Indeed." Linghu Qiuchan nodded:
"My teacher is Nine Source Ascendant, from the Divine Water Palace tradition. Our lineage is scarce, mostly cultivators of the wild, not involved in Jianghu or court affairs."
"Therefore, though my teacher is a Mage, few people know of it."
"When I was born, I was diagnosed with a congenital illness that left little hope of living past six, which led my father on a long search until he found my teacher."
"Out of compassion, he accepted as a disciple and cast spells to cure my stubborn innate ailnt so I could live until now."
"Unfortunately!"
She sighed softly, saying:
"Due to my weak innate foundation, my cultivation is still only mid-level Warlock. My vitality is insufficient, so I dare not often cast spells lightly."
Warlocks generally need to bleed to cast spells.
And Linghu Qiuchan’s complexion was pale almost to the point of pallor, indeed unable to frequently bleed like Fang Zheng or Zhang Mingrui.
"I see."
Fang Zheng understood, then curiously asked:
"As far as I know, magical artifacts are crucial to Warlocks and Mages. A good magical artifact can greatly enhance one’s strength, even enabling them to defeat opponents of higher levels."
"Where do these magical artifacts co from?"
He had posed this question to Zhang Mingrui too, but he didn’t know.
Zhang Mingrui was rely an Outer Disciple of Pure Yang Palace, not a true inheritor, knowing only basic cultivation knowledge and oblivious to anything deeper.
"Magical artifact?"
Linghu Qiuchan tilted her head:
"Materials to craft magical artifacts are heavenly and earthly treasures, extrely rare, like Thousand-Year Thunderstruck Wood, Spiritual Insect Exuviae, Innate Gold, etc..."
"Supplented with special Dharma Gates, it might take form."
"In short, they’re exceedingly rare."
Fang Zheng seed thoughtful, slowly nodding.
"Junior sister!"
Just then, a hurried voice sounded from ahead; Fang Zheng looked up to see a young Daoist rushing to Linghu Qiuchan’s side.
"Junior sister, you were hard to find!"
?
Fang Zheng glanced at the newcor, then at the awkward-looking Linghu Qiuchan, his face showing speechlessness.
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Late at night.
Fang Zheng sat cross-legged in an underground dark chamber.
Several high-pressure generators were already running; visible arcs occasionally jumped, sotis landing on Fang Zheng.
Training with electricity on Elental Thunder Skill felt like consuming the Ten-Perfection Great Replenishing Pill—progress was gratifying.
"Mm!"
With a muffled hum, Fang Zheng’s arm shook, striking the wire which then stopped the generator, his face reflecting contemplation.
"Sothing’s off..."
Now, he’d trained Elental Thunder Skill to the Realm of Four Thunders, just a step away from the Realm of Five Thunders, but struggled to cross over.
His arm revealed faint lightning marks.
"Could it be that my swift progress in cultivation made my body unable to keep up, forcing training possibly leading to physical breakdown?"
Shaking his head, Fang Zheng was puzzled.
When a Martial Artist, due to a firmly established foundation in Hundred Days Foundation Establishnt, and with the generators aiding training, he quickly advanced to the Realm of Two Thunders.
After several months,
He reached the Realm of Three Thunders.
By then, he’d attained Small Circulation Perfection.
A year later.
Achieving the Realm of Four Thunders, becoming a Great Zhou Celestial Martial Artist.
In less than two years, from a beginner Martial Artist to a Great Zhou Celestial martial artist, rapid progress for ordinary martial artists was indeed incredible.
However, since reaching the Realm of Four Thunders, progress slowed significantly; though power adjustnts hadn’t posed issues, symptoms appeared in his body.
"Ultimately, without guidance, even if problems arise, there’s no one to consult."
Sighing, Fang Zheng stood, stretching his muscles and bones:
"Given the current situation, I don’t know the reason, but my body seems incompatible with Elental Thunder Skill’s realm, I can only address this."
"If there’s an elixir to nurture the body and suppress the collapse, one day it could aid in breaking through to the Realm of Five Thunders."
"Hmm..."
"Chen Family’s appointnt at Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion seems inevitable; without complete inheritance, encountering issues in cultivation leaves unknown causes."
"But don’t rush!"
"Chen Jiuniang said to find her upon mastering the Realm of Three Thunders—Chen Family’s deep roots, for real self-protection, one must at least achieve the Realm of Five Thunders."
"Elental Thunder Skill is a top-tier lineage, especially skilled at tempering the body; the Realm of Five Thunders’ body can withstand Great Cycle Perfection Martial Artist."
"By then..."
"Even if Chen Family intends anything, I won’t need to fear."
"Crackle!"
"Boom!"
Thunder rumbled in the air, pausing suddenly, prompting Fang Zheng to look up with alert eyes before flipping himself out of the dark chamber.
One hand retrieving an arrow from the wall, he unfolded it to read.
Monts later.
Fang Zheng changed clothes, donned a Human Skin Mask.
His body slightly writhing, performing Bone and Muscle Changing Technique to make his figure more robust—in an eye’s blink now seeming a different person.
Thunderbolt Hand Wen Tailai!
"Ha!"
With a muffled hum, he dashed out of Fang Mansion, transforming into a blur rushing to the agreed place.
Just received news; Grandmaster Wang had passed away, but Wang Family chose to conceal and delay the funeral—it’s currently the best ti to act.
Wang Family possesses a Realm of No Leakage inheritance, which, if acquired, might solve his cultivation issues.
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