Chapter 131: The Nine Flower Sect and the Fate of the Wen Family!

Seeing this scene, Zhang Ze could tell that the two of them were in a foul mood. Unfortunately, he wanted to escape but couldn't.

Zhang Qingping called out sharply, "Stop right there!"

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As it turned out, Leng Bingbing's family had arranged for her to meet a young man and wanted her to go back and see him. But in this year of 2019, how could a girl like Leng Bingbing be willing to do that? The back-and-forth had strained her relationship with her family.

After understanding the situation, Zhang Ze couldn't help but feel a sense of weariness. He thought to himself that while he was busy worrying about how to get his hands on the treasures of a Rank-6 master, this girl was here crying her eyes out over such a trivial matter. He felt rather helpless.

Without hesitation, he comforted her: "Is that all? So this Liu Zhanwei fellow is a Rank-4 martial artist?"

"Just wait. Once I break through to Rank-4, I'll teach him a lesson for you. I guarantee he won't dare to pester you ever again!"

"Are you telling the truth?" Leng Bingbing stopped crying immediately upon hearing this.

Beside them, Zhang Qingping sighed softly. By now, she could naturally see how Leng Bingbing felt about this guy. Zhang Ze had comforted Leng Bingbing with just a few words and felt quite smug about it for a long time afterward. He seemed completely unaware that it wasn't how well he had spoken, but simply because the person speaking was him.

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Back in his dormitory, Zhang Ze hurriedly checked his data. After clearing out tasks over these past few days, and excluding the iron rod in his hands, he had actually accumulated 1,230 points. As for his system wealth, the three Rank-6 pills he had just acquired also provided him with a significant amount of wealth value.

Unfortunately, all three were restorative pills: two were Rank-6 Body Strengthening Pills, and the other was a common Qi Replenishment Pill. Together, they only brought in 2,900 points of wealth value, or approximately 2.9 million RMB. Zhang Ze then realized that the precious saber he had on him wasn't being counted as wealth! One had to realize this was the weapon of a Rank-6 powerhouse; how could it be worth nothing?

Deeply frustrated, Zhang Ze eventually figured that perhaps the long sword in Woody's possession, along with the saber he intended to give to Fang Huaide, would not be calculated as wealth. After cursing the system's fickle nature, Zhang Ze obediently began his cultivation.

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The battles over these many days had undoubtedly improved Zhang Ze's strength. Coupled with two full days of consolidation, his power had reached a new level. Most notable was his current system data:

Wealth Value: 29,950 points
Cellular Strength: 954S
Cellular Mental Energy: 150/199
Skills: Shield (11%), Detection
Meridians: 12 (90%)
Bone Tempering: 0

With a cellular strength of 954S, Zhang Ze was truly not far from the Rank-4 realm!

While Zhang Ze was cultivating for those two days, the outside world had undergone earth-shattering changes!

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Late the previous night, about a hundred miles north of Heyue City, a roaring sound had persisted for over two hours. Yet, the public had received no warnings of a heavy rainstorm. In fact, despite the constant roaring that night, not a single drop of rain had fallen. Only a handful of people knew that seven high-ranking masters had been locked in combat that night.

In the end, thanks to Lin Feng and the others, the evil cult lost two Rank-7 grandmasters on the spot, and the final survivor had fled in a severely wounded state. Furthermore, among the few traditional martial arts sects in the province, the Jiuhua Sect and the Wen family of Qingfeng Ancient Town had suffered heavy blows. All their members of middle rank and above had mysteriously disappeared! Although these two factions had not defected to the evil cult, they had still been targeted by the relevant authorities. It is likely that for a long time to come, the world will no longer hear their names. It is worth mentioning that the martial artists below middle rank from these two factions were now settling into the Anqing Martial Arts Bureau.

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Zhang Ze ended his two days of cultivation just as the world outside was in turmoil. Having finished his session, he was immediately called to the training grounds by Woody.

Woody arrived at the training ground and got straight to the point. She said sternly to the two of them, "You have half a day to take care of your personal affairs. Gather back here at six o'clock this evening!"

Zhang Ze wanted to ask about the specific arrangements, but was immediately questioned by Woody: "That old ghost Fang has been clamoring to beat you up for days. Haven't you delivered that saber to him yet?"

Being targeted by a Rank-6 master made even Zhang Ze feel a chill in his heart. He hurriedly explained, "I'm going, I'm going right now!"

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"Damn it!"

"You brat, you actually dare to show your face!"

Zhang Ze had only just appeared at the logistics department before the old man locked eyes on him. As he shouted, he picked up his iron rod, ready to smash it toward Zhang Ze.

"Wait, wait, wait!"

While begging for mercy, Zhang Ze pulled out the precious saber that had belonged to Qian Weishan. He smiled obsequiously, "Look at you, so impatient!"

"I just came back from seclusion, and I’m here to deliver the treasure to you as soon as I finished!"

Seeing the saber in Zhang Ze's hand, Old Man Fang's expression softened considerably, and he even chuckled.

"I suppose you brat still have a conscience."

"Of course I do!"

Don't let Zhang Ze's obedient demeanor fool you. In reality, his eyes were locked on the large iron rod behind the old man, and he was practically drooling... According to Woody and the others, that big iron rod was a massive treasure!

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Since his cultivation wasn't high enough yet, Zhang Ze didn't reveal his greedy thoughts. He chuckled and asked, "Old man, I heard this saber's owner was the head of the Qian family?"

"What kind of bullsh*t head of the Qian family?" Old Man Fang's face turned slightly angry as he shouted at Zhang Ze, "I, Fang Huaide, am the owner of this saber, you hear me?"

A flicker of speechlessness crossed Zhang Ze's face, but he quickly returned to a fawning smile. "Right, right—that was just its former owner, wasn't it?"

"Tell me, what big events have happened outside these past two days? For instance, how is the Qian family doing now?"

"And I recall, isn't that Qian Xiaoming from the Qian family one of our new students at the Martial Arts Bureau this year?"

Seeing that Zhang Ze had so many questions, the old man frowned, but eventually explained a few things for the sake of the precious saber.

"What does Qian Weishan's business have to do with the younger generation of the Qian family?"

"Besides, Qian Xiaoyun and Qian Xiaoming, the two siblings, didn't even know their father was colluding with the evil cult. It’s enough to just deal with the old folks."

"And those old geezers were just sent to the Star Gate beneath our Martial Arts Bureau..."

Realizing he had said something he shouldn't have, Old Man Fang quickly shut his mouth. Zhang Ze, however, looked at him with full disdain and said in a low voice, "What’s there to hide? My mentor is Woody; she's going to take me to the Star Realm soon!"

The old man looked at Zhang Ze for a long while after hearing this, and suddenly let out an inexplicable sigh.

*Damn it—are you cursing me?*

Zhang Ze felt speechless at the old man's expression! But Old Man Fang didn't actually hide anything else. "It's not just the remaining old folks from the Qian family; the middle-ranking martial artists from the Jiuhua Sect and the Wen family of Qingfeng Ancient Town were all sent to that place, too."

"That happened just last night..."

The old man spoke without any emotional fluctuation. It seemed that, to him, this was the most ordinary of matters.