In truth, this was a common occurrence in the real world. There were always people who were afraid that you would find out something. Who would know that you were standing at a height that they would never be able to reach?
Back in the courtyard, Zhang Xiaocui invited Zhuo Bufan to have a meal with them for the first time.
On the table were shredded pork with garlic sauce, stir-fried string beans, and shredded potatoes. They were all common home-cooked dishes. Zhang Huan said with a smile, "Zhuo Bufan, why don't you try my cooking?"
"Mm." Zhuo Bufan nodded. Even though he didn't have to eat often, he could still eat occasionally.
"Grandma Zhang, Zhang Huan, I'll be heading back to my room." After dinner, Zhuo Bufan left the northern wing and returned to his own room.
Zhang Xiaocui held the little pot of bodhi flowers in her hands and examined it closely. Is that kid really that capable? Otherwise, how could my flowers have been withered for a week, and yet they recovered in the next day? And the way he treated the First Miss of the Chu clan seems to be quite profound as well. Does he have some kind of expert backing him?
"Little lass, you've fallen in love, yet you're still looking at someone else." Zhang Xiaocui glared at Zhang Huan, who was staring at Zhuo Bufan's back. "How can someone like him be a match for you? Don't even think about it."
"Grandma, what are you talking about? You're embarrassing me!" Zhang Huan's face instantly turned as red as a tomato. She picked up her bowl and chopsticks and walked into the kitchen to wash them.
After returning to his room, Zhuo Bufan opened the windows and allowed the moonlight to shine on his body. Following the rhythm of his breathing, a faint ripple spread out from his mouth. The moonlight was attracted by the ripple, and the surrounding moonlight dimmed significantly. Only the moonlight shining on his body remained the brightest.
"Now that I've entered the Foundation Establishment stage, with my current speed, I can reach the peak a hundred years earlier than I did in my previous life. However, in my previous life, my foundation was unstable because of my fierce cultivation. Now, I can't blindly pursue the advancement of the stage. Instead, I need to comprehend the heart of Dao and lay a good foundation for every step."
Although Zhuo Bufan thought so, there were many things that he had to be prepared for. According to his estimation, the master behind the Ghost King was at least in the early stage of Foundation Establishment. Although he was not afraid now, there might be cultivators of a higher level on Earth. It was the law of the jungle. If he encountered a cultivator of a higher level than him, he would be at a disadvantage.
Right now, the only way was to cultivate his divine ability without increasing his realm.
What was divine power? In fact, it was a spell, but the only difference was the casting time and power.
Magic was like Western magic. Magic required meditation and chanting, which was the cooldown in the game. Magic also required hand seals, and even large-scale magic needed to be set up in advance. It had to be known that the battle was ever-changing, and the one who could seize the initiative would be the one to survive.
Divine power was like Bu Jingyun's Qilin Arm in Wind and Cloud. It came with its own power and could be controlled at will without any preparation.
"What divine power should I cultivate now? Spell of Devouring? Wind Transformation? "
One of these two divine powers allowed him to open his mouth and devour any energy. However, if the opponent's energy was too strong, his body would explode and he would die. The second was a natural divine power that allowed him to travel thousands of miles in a day like the wind.
"I, Zhuo Bufan, am a Nine Revolution Celestial Sovereign. Even if I die in battle, I will not run away." Zhuo Bufan thought to himself. Suddenly, his eyes brightened. Last time in Hundred Flower Valley, he found a fire element demon core from Da Hu. It could be used to make Blazing Eyes.
Thinking about this, Zhuo Bufan immediately closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing. He gathered the fire element in his body bit by bit towards his eyes. However, before it could reach his eyes, he felt a piercing pain in his eyes. He felt like he was going blind, so he quickly stopped.
Looking at his bloodshot eyes in the mirror, Zhuo Bufan smiled bitterly. The so-called divine power had the word "divine" in it. It was not easy to cultivate. In my previous life, I only started cultivating the Diamond Body after I reached the Soul Formation stage. In the cultivation world, I have never heard of anyone who could cultivate a divine power at the foundation establishment stage.
"Seems like I am still too impatient." Zhuo Bufan smiled bitterly and shook his head. He had to do it step by step. Unless he could concoct the Spirit Cleansing Pill to ease the impact of the fire element spiritual energy.
Thinking about this, Zhuo Bufan rolled up his sleeve and looked at the willow branch tattoo. It seemed like it was time to find out the secret of the "dead" cultivator. Maybe he could find something.
Outside the courtyard, the breeze was gentle, and the moonlight was like jade.
Zhuo Bufan was washing his face with cold water by the ancient well. Suddenly, he saw Zhang Huan hiding behind the pomegranate tree. Under the moonlight, her body was as smooth as jade, slim and graceful.
Hearing the noise behind her, Zhang Huan screamed and turned around. Their eyes met. Zhuo Bufan had lived for three hundred years, so his expression was normal. However, Zhang Huan's face was so red that it looked like blood was going to drip out.
"I didn't mean it." Zhuo Bufan quickly turned around. "I just came out to wash my face."
It turned out that Zhang Huan was wiping her body. There was no water heater or bathroom installed in the courtyard. Usually, it was just her and her grandmother in the courtyard. She was used to standing under the tree at night to wash her body. She never thought that Zhuo Bufan would come out.
"Little pervert, die." Suddenly, Zhang Xiaocui jumped out from the inner hall and slapped Zhuo Bufan's back.
Zhuo Bufan frowned and turned around to meet the attack. The two's palms collided. Zhuo Bufan did not move, but Zhang Xiaocui was sent flying. She staggered a few steps and struggled to stand up. Her eyes were filled with shock. "You know kung fu?"
"Just a little. I didn't peek at your granddaughter bathing. I'm going back to sleep." Zhuo Bufan finished speaking and walked back to his room with his hands behind his back.
Zhang Huan had already wrapped her body with her clothes. Under the moonlight, a large part of her snow-white skin was exposed.
"Grandma, Zhuo Bufan didn't mean it. He just didn't see my naked body."
"You little girl, I think you have to count the money for someone who sold you." Zhang Xiaocui scolded. She thought to herself, "This kid knows kung fu. How did he know Zhang Huan? Does he have some ulterior motive? "
"Grandma." Zhang Huan was so embarrassed that she almost buried her head in her chest.
…
At this time, in a building that looked like a prison cell in the south of Qi Mountain.
A man in a black robe opened his mouth and let out a beast-like roar. Around him lay a dozen naked female corpses. Every one of them had a bloody hole in their necks. Their eyes were wide open, and they had died in extreme pain.
"Not bad, not bad. You're ruthless." Suddenly, someone walked in and clapped his hands. He glanced at the corpses on the ground and smiled.
The man in the black robe turned his head and stared at him. "I've already done what Master said. I've killed thirty virgins and absorbed their pure Yin energy. I've already mastered the Bloodthirsty Demonic Art. Why is Master still not willing to see me?"
"The Churcher is currently in an important period of seclusion. He can't see you yet. But he said that you can go find Zhuo Bufan and take your revenge. Kill him and bring his corpse back."
"Zhuo Bufan destroyed my family. I, Lian Xun, swear that if I don't kill him, I'm not a human." The man in the black robe raised his head, revealing a pair of cold and narrow eyes. His mouth was stained with blood. He looked extremely terrifying. He was the son of the Qingzhou Ghost King, Lian Xun.
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