"Our Bao Family primarily practices Yang Style Tai Chi!"

In the martial arts performance area of the Bao Martial Arts Hall, Bao Huisheng sat on a large chair, watching a few juniors practice martial arts while saying:

"Yang Style Tai Chi has forty-two forms, the mnemonic goes: ’Ward off, roll back, press, push must be earnest, follow up and down, hard to approach, let giant power come at me, lead with four ounces to move a thousand pounds, draw into emptiness and follow up, stick and adhere without losing contact.’"

"Xiaoliang!"

"Practice the Step Seven Stars, Turning Body with Lotus again. You’ve trained these moves for so long, why aren’t you proficient yet?"

Fang Zheng sat to the side, his expression indifferent.

At his current level, he finally understood why the Otherworld didn’t expend much effort on Blood Swapping Martial Artists.

Because...

It’s not worth it!

Blood Exchange Martial Technique ultimately relies on the body’s muscles, Qi and Blood for power, which has its limits.

Even if you push the deduction to its utmost, what can you do?

The subtleties of Tai Chi and Xingyi Fist aren’t too bad in the Otherworld either, but so what?

If the body is too weak, it’s ultimately useless!

You can master martial arts techniques to the pinnacle, but if my strength is greater, speed faster, and recovery better, I can still trounce you.

No need to train various martial arts; just temper the body well, save time, and become stronger.

"Monk."

Bao Huisheng turned aside, smiling:

"Calling a Daoist a monk feels strange, just because your name is Fang Zheng, like a monk."

"No problem."

Fang Zheng said:

"Friends all call me Monk."

"Haha..." Bao Huisheng laughed heartily. He was a person who loved making friends, hearty and generous, always warm to even netizens he had never met.

"What do you think of my few disciples?"

"Not bad." Fang Zheng said:

"Their techniques are quite skilled."

"Tsk, tsk..." Bao Huisheng shook his head, gesturing with his fist:

"You’re hinting at something, looking down on the Tai Chi of our Bao Martial Arts Hall. Want to spar?"

"Forget it." Fang Zheng laughed:

"I’m into cultivation, can’t engage in martial play with you guys."

His online name was ’Cultivating Monk.’

Bao Huisheng rolled his eyes upon hearing this, thinking he was joking, unaware that Fang Zheng’s claim of cultivating wasn’t false now.

"Swoosh..."

"Clang!"

Just then, a group of people in Public Security Department uniforms barged in.

The leader waved his hand, scattering the crowd, part of them heading straight for Bao Huisheng.

"What’s going on?"

"What’s happening?"

The people present were bewildered, watching as the intruders rummaged around, wanting to stop them but feeling scared.

"Bao Huisheng!"

The leader stepped forward, unfolded the document in his hands, and shouted:

"This is a search warrant and arrest notice from the Public Security Department. We suspect you of running a private casino and providing shelter for illegal activities."

"Chief Qian." Bao Huisheng obviously recognized the other party, and stood up from the big chair, smiling:

"Could there be some misunderstanding?"

He said, pulling out a box of cigarettes to hand over.

"What are you doing?"

Chief Qian stepped back, expression cold:

"Bribing a public security officer will land you in jail. Don’t smirk at me; you’ve truly committed a crime this time."

He waved his hand.

"Take him!"

"Clack..."

Officers from both sides stepped forward, one handcuffing Bao Huisheng, the other putting a hood over his head.

Then they pressed Bao Huisheng to head out.

"Move!"

"Hurry up!"

The Public Security Department people all carried guns; Bao Huisheng didn’t dare resist and was taken to a car under the bewildered watch of his disciples.

"Are you the Celestial Master Dao’s Daoist Fang, Fang Zheng?" Chief Qian didn’t leave, but looked at Fang Zheng:

"Yesterday I went to Langya Academy to see the new Wang Family lady, heard about the Daoist, and indeed, you have remarkable poise."

"Oh!"

Fang Zheng’s eyes shifted slightly, asking:

"Chief Qian, what mistake did Brother Bao make, could there be some misunderstanding?"

"Ah!"

Chief Qian sighed, lowering his voice:

"His people were guarding a casino scene; now that the news has spread like wildfire online, we can’t back down without arresting him."

"Of course..."

"If other avenues were possible, he could probably come out; the Daoist should understand my meaning."

After speaking, he cupped his hands in farewell and left.

Fang Zheng watched his departing back, deep in thought.

......

The Bao family was harmonious, and when Bao Huisheng got into trouble, the whole family rushed over.

Father Bao and Mrs. Bao had long handed their business to Bao Huisheng, now exerting every effort to use their connections to find out what had happened.

Bao Huisheng was also a well-known businessman in Qing Province, with friends in politics, who generally wouldn’t act rashly.

Even if they did,

They would show some respect, not take him away with a hood in public, stirring unrest.

Today’s situation was clearly abnormal.

"Dad!"

Bao Er put down his phone and said:

"I’ve found out, eldest brother is implicated because of the Cheng Family affair."

"Cheng Family?" Bao Huisheng’s wife quickly asked:

"What exactly happened? Is Huisheng going to be alright?"

"Sister-in-law, don’t worry, eldest brother will be fine." Bao the Second said:

"As you know, the Cheng Family’s business is shady, secretly running several gambling dens and brothels."

"A few days ago, for some reason, eldest brother sent a group of people to secure two of Cheng Da’s gambling dens."

"Now that the Cheng Family is being targeted, eldest brother got dragged into it too."

"Bastard!" Father Bao angrily shouted:

"I went through a lot of trouble to cut ties with those underworld people, and here he goes causing trouble again."

Back when Father Bao was young, the situation was chaotic, and one couldn’t do business without underworld connections, especially with the kind of bodyguard service the Bao Family offered, they naturally had such contacts.

But Father Bao acted decisively, cutting all ties with the underworld when he sensed the tide turning.

"Enough!"

Mrs. Bao cried as she said:

"Is this the time to talk about such matters? How to get Huisheng out is the priority."

"Dad." Bao Er spoke up:

"I know about this too, it has nothing to do with eldest brother, we didn’t even know the place we were overseeing was a gambling den."

"Besides..."

"It’s only been a few days, our people didn’t even have time to understand the situation before getting caught, it’s an undeserved disaster."

"Er." Bao Huisheng’s wife cried:

"Since you got involved, can you get him out? We didn’t do anything wrong."

"This..." Bao Er hesitated:

"The information I have is that the Cheng Family offended a powerful figure who wants to eradicate them completely."

"But eldest brother was just collateral damage, he should be fine, though that person is furious, no one dares to plead for him."

"We’ll have to wait until that person’s anger subsides to have a chance to get eldest brother out."

Inside, the Bao Family was discussing how to rescue Bao Huisheng, while outside Fang Zheng sat looking at his phone.

Wang Zixi had sent a message.

She mentioned Wang Jun and Wang Ruyu’s background in the Wang Family and expressed she didn’t plan to take revenge, though the Wang Family might.

Additionally,

in gratitude for Fang Zheng helping her reunite with her father and mother, she wanted to hold a banquet to thank him and offered her assistance should he need it.

Fang Zheng gently shook his head and blocked her number.

This woman’s fate is now apparent; she has the potential to soar high, but it has nothing to do with him.

The Wang Family, the Zhou Family...

To Fang Zheng, they are all ’mortals,’ not worth his attention.

The Cheng Family affair was clearly Wang Zixi’s doing, now that she had gained status, it was natural for her to retaliate.

First, she struck at the Cheng Family!

As for Bao Huisheng...

It seems deliberate, hoping to gain Fang Zheng’s favor, knowing that a word from him could easily rescue Bao Huisheng.

"Daoist Fang."

Bao Er walked out of the room, looking weary:

"My apologies, with this family matter, eldest brother’s plans to hold a farewell party for you are now disrupted."

"No need to be polite." Fang Zheng shook his head:

"As Bao brother is in trouble, I can wait until he comes out before leaving, do not worry too much, Bao brother is blessed and will be fine."

"Yes."

Bao Er forced a smile:

"I’ll arrange a place for you to stay, Daoist."

"Thank you." Fang Zheng bowed:

"In the coming days, I might have visitors, please let me know if someone comes."

"Certainly."

Bao Er nodded.

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"Phew..."

"Inhale!"

"Rumble..."

The Elemental Thunder Skill operated, orderly thunder sounds resonated in the Sea of Consciousness and physical body, strengthening the spirit and tempering the body.

Unknowingly, his cultivation base improved as well.

At the same time,

the Celestial Spirit Technique gradually penetrated the bones and marrow, with the Realm of No Leakage as a foundation, this Divine Art had been mastered.

At this moment, Fang Zheng’s essence remained undiminished, able to go a month without eating or drinking and remain fine.

The consumed matter, thanks to the Celestial Spirit Technique, was fully decomposed and digested, used to temper the body, with astonishing efficiency.

Excess essence could be stored for future use.

The Energy Union Seal was now skillfully deployed.

Familiarity with the Seven Kills Spell was still in progress.

...

"Daoist."

One day, someone knocked on the door:

"Someone is looking for you?"

"Who?"

"The visitor’s surname is Zheng, he says he’s asking you to come over to treat an illness?"

Inside,

sitting cross-legged, Fang Zheng slowly opened his eyes.