Soon, Mr. Wang delivered what he had asked for.
These are some medicinal herbs that are over a hundred years old.
"This is all I could find. You know my status prevents me from accessing the finest medicinal herbs. If you need them, I'll have to use your name... Oh, this lotus pond..."
"That's enough. I'll buy more in three days as I'm in the fifth stage of the Divine Transformation."
Fang Zong tossed out the spirit stones and dismissed Boss Wang.
The fifth level of supernatural powers would place him around 20th in the rankings of experts in this city, which is enough to qualify him for the position.
Because the Xiuhua flower's meridians were severed and required gentle recuperation, a hundred-year-old medicinal herb was just the right amount.
Fang Zong blew a breath, and the medicinal herbs turned into scalding liquid that entered through Xiu Hua's seven orifices, seeping out through her tiny, invisible pores with streaks of blood. He turned the purified pool water into rainwater to wash Xiu Hua's body, and as he did so, his eyebrows twitched, and he couldn't help but shake his head.
Someone is using a VPN.
Taking advantage of the chaos in the East City, some thieves tried to rob people.
Fang Zong briefly investigated and discovered that more than a dozen thieves were either climbing over the wall to steal or rob, and one of them was climbing over the wall of his mansion. He simply reached out and swatted at him.
"Ding, a pile of trash, a secret manual."
Ninth Sister spoke weakly and listlessly.
Fang Zong didn't expect to find anything good from a bunch of petty thieves who were at most at the third level of supernatural powers. He just picked up the manual and flipped through it casually.
It would be destroyed if it were flipped over, but his gaze suddenly stopped, and his breathing became rapid.
Whoosh, like a raging storm,
Inhale, as if swallowing the heavens and earth.
Fang Zong's strength was truly terrifying. An unusual phenomenon occurred instantly, but he quickly suppressed it. The secret manual in his hand turned into ashes, but its contents were imprinted into his mind like iron.
It's a very simple manual, with only three moves: chopping, slashing, and sweeping. In Ninth Sister's eyes, it's not even a blank slate.
But in Fang Zong's eyes, this simplest move seemed to point directly to the Great Dao.
He unconsciously reached out, his palm itching as if it were connected to that indescribable place hidden in the depths of his heart, infinitely far away.
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