But it doesn’t matter. His current goal is just to find a place to settle down, to safely nurture and grow himself.
Anyway, there is still a long ti before Refining God. He can fully utilize his attribute points to walk the path he desires.
Although his master said a lot just now, Zhang Rongfang only rembered the scene of the gambler being pierced in the forehead by the tallic needle flying out from the idol.
If he truly had no choice, he might resign himself to fate and walk the path of deity worship.
After all, so many people have taken this route. It’s the trend of the tis.
But unfortunately, he has a choice.
"Additionally, don’t leave Celestial Treasure Palace recently. It’s not safe outside," Yue Dewen said in a grave tone. "In the future, you must rember that you are a person of Great Dao Teaching. You have nothing to do with Eastern Sect anymore."
"Yes!" Zhang Rongfang replied seriously.
He never considered himself a mber of the Eastern Sect; he owed his allegiance to people like Ye Bai and the Celestial Maiden from Golden Wing Pavilion, and he wasn’t familiar with the others.
As long as he takes away those he wants, Golden Wing Pavilion is nothing more than a na to him.
"Alright, enough about this. You have now entered the Nascent Soul. If you have any questions, you can ask directly," Yue Dewen reminded him.
"Yes." Zhang Rongfang pondered before stepping forward to inquire about many issues concerning the Literary Cultivation and Void Observation Skill.
On the surface, that’s how it seed, but in his heart, he was still resonating with the words Yue Dewen had said just now.
Martial arts aren’t important? Everything is for the Spirit General?
He couldn’t understand how such a mindset ca about.
Perhaps it’s true that the Spirit Generals are so powerful that they are irresistible, giving rise to such thoughts.
It seed that Yue Dewen noticed this mindset in him.
After answering several questions, Yue Dewen pinched his beard, extended his right hand, and snapped his fingers with a sharp sound.
Soon, a tall man with a pale face, devoid of a beard, and wearing a four-sided black daoist hat, quickly ca upstairs and stopped beside them.
"Ming Yuan, et the master," the man respectfully bowed to Yue Dewen.
"Ming Yuan, this is my newly accepted second disciple. Take care of him in the future and make sure nothing goes wrong,"
Yue Dewen said with a smile.
"Also, he thinks his martial arts are impressive, and that cultivating literary skills is not as rewarding as martial arts. Help him co to his senses."
"I will follow the decree," Ming Yuan said calmly, raising his head to look at Zhang Rongfang.
Zhang Rongfang frowned.
"Master, should we fight here? What if we damage this wooden building...."
"Rest assured, the outco will be decided quickly, and no place will be damaged," Ming Yuan responded coolly.
He and Zhang Rongfang stood about three ters apart, and at this point, he turned to face Zhang.
"You can make the first move. Although it might be sowhat rude, please use all your strength, and don’t worry about hurting ."
Zhang Rongfang squinted his eyes.
"Are you a Spiritual Vein?"
"I am." Ming Yuan did not deny it.
Both fell silent and stopped talking.
After observing for a few monts, Zhang Rongfang did not hesitate. He had seen Spiritual Vein before and knew that the other side was entirely unafraid of any lethal blows.
He had tested this many tis back at the Great Chong Temple in Yinhuai Forest against two Iron Daoists.
No matter the injuries, they could not deal any complete damage to them.
In less than a minute, fatal injuries would quickly recover as if new.
Moreover, the Spiritual Vein would not be cut or severed by any kind of sharp weapon.
"Then, be careful!"
As his words fell, he no longer reserved himself and stepped forward.
His figure moved silently, almost without stirring the airflow, and in the blink of an eye, he was at Ming Yuan’s rear side.
The eagle claw struck quietly, aiming at the waist.
This strike was just an ordinary move in his normal state.
But at this mont, whether in speed or strength, Zhang Rongfang was far superior to what he was at the Ninth Grade.
Ever since he forcibly broke through to the Tenth Grade using Literary Cultivation, every move and style of his could now reach the level of a Ninth Grade using a Limit-Breaking Skill.
This strike was simply a move of the One Elent Talisman, known for its seamless action and steady, balanced, and fluid execution, suitable for sneak attacks and sudden strikes.
The first strike of a One Elent Talisman is generally the most powerful, with power quickly declining afterward.
In this move, Zhang Rongfang was confident that even the rfolk Xue Chengyu wouldn’t have the ti to react and would have to deal with it hastily.
The unwary could even get injured.
But alas....
Bang!!
Ming Yuan’s single hand turned back, blocking the eagle claw.
His right hand blocked the strike with an extrely awkward gesture.
No matter how you looked at it, the posture was entirely unsuitable for exerting force.
But he blocked it. His body barely swayed.
"The impact exceeds that of an ordinary Ninth Grade," Ming Yuan said calmly. "Nephew disciple seems to have more strength. Don’t worry, you can go all out."
"Go all out?" Zhang Rongfang looked at the other side’s casual deanor, his heart growing sowhat somber.
Without delay, he refrained from holding back any further.
The Limit-Breaking Skill Mountain Collapse suddenly activated, both hands forming eagle claws, stepping swiftly with serpent-like footwork, quickly encircling Ming Yuan, hurling heavy blows one after another.
Bang bang bang bang!!
The successive heavy strikes were easily blocked by Ming Yuan.
Moreover, he only used one hand.
That hand was like lightning, almost becoming a shadow as it circled his body, blocking attacks from every angle.
Twenty consecutive moves.
Zhang Rongfang suddenly withdrew, ceasing his movents, and stood still.
Looking at Ming Yuan, who seed unmoved, there was a strong inexplicable expression in his eyes.
For the first ti.
For the first ti, he felt the imnse gap between himself and another person, like a great chasm.
This gulf, he did not even know how to pursue it.
Because the other party’s response had transcended the human realm.
"Do you see? This is a Spiritual Vein," Yue Dewen said with a grin.
"Ming Yuan’s transformation ranks highly among Spiritual Veins. Before his transformation, he was just a Ninth Grade martial artist with declining Qi and Blood, nearly fifty years old.
But because his Literary Cultivation reached the late-stage Nascent Soul, after his successful transformation, his entire physique improved hugely, reaching the pinnacle of the Super Grade rank.
Even a Grandmaster could defeat him but not kill him.
In a life-and-death battle, the Grandmaster would only have to retreat."
Zhang Rongfang looked at the other party’s unmarked hand, staying silent.
The Spiritual Veins and Spirit Guards he encountered before lacked intelligence.
This was his first encounter with a successfully transford Spiritual Vein.
But....this gap....
"Don’t be disheartened. Now you’ve reached the Nascent Soul realm, and your martial arts have achieved Super Grade substance. Although you don’t have the secret elixir, you aren’t a true Super Grade.
But it doesn’t matter. In the future...." Yue Dewen stroked his beard, his eyes filled with anticipation.
"In the future, when you reach the late-stage of Refining God, you can transform in one fell swoop, achieving Spirit General.
By then, you will be truly world-renowned!"
"Disciple understands!" Zhang Rongfang bowed earnestly, accepting the words.
"Master, the disciple has more questions," he continued.
"Speak," Yue Dewen thought about the sect having another Spirit General in the future alongside himself, imagining the grand prestige and dominance,
And envisaging a ti when Great Dao Teaching would overshadow Zhenyi Sect,
"I dare to ask, Master, does the undying and fearless Spiritual Vein truly an invincibility?" Zhang Rongfang posed this most sensitive question.
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