"Migration team...." Zhang Rongfang furrowed his brows. The personnel he transferred from Citong were among the most talented and perceptive of the many beautiful women he had previously rescued.

This time, he transferred them to help the Human Immortal Temple build earning structures.

When it comes to intelligence, the likes of Qingsu from Wushan Prefecture are surely formidable.

But when it comes to making money, it’s better to rely on the team from Citong.

"Bring Zhenhai to me." Zhang Rongfang felt a bit troubled, as he had very few Super Grade personnel. At this moment, he felt somewhat stretched thin.

Making money is crucial, and Fasting Pills are important as well.

This relates to how quickly he can accumulate attribute points each day.

In this situation, just a few experts might not be enough.

He must come up with a solution....

Soon enough, Zhang Zhenhai and Ding Yu arrived together at the platform.

"Lord."

"From now on, just call me Temple Master." Zhang Rongfang decided to thoroughly integrate all his forces.

The capabilities of the Bloodline allowed him to selectively integrate those genuinely loyal to him and rapidly enhance their abilities.

"Yes!" the two quickly responded.

"There are some matters here; you both handle them separately." Zhang Rongfang immediately assigned the recent events to the two.

The two responded and went down. Such matters had occurred frequently but were on a small scale, and they were mentally prepared for it beforehand.

Zhang Rongfang sighed lightly, waved for the others to leave, and Chang Yuqing was also taken away to continue cultivating the Cultivation of Literature.

She still needed to build a solid foundation and couldn’t rush.

The surroundings settled back into peace.

From a distance, he could hear Ding Yu dispatching personnel for outside missions.

The mountain wind in the gorge howled, seemingly accentuating the tranquility.

Zhang Rongfang returned to the attribute panel within his sight, contemplating the section on martial arts, specifically the Illusion Talisman Skill.

’Illusion Talisman Skill: Grandmaster (Waning Moon)’

His free attribute points had now accumulated to fifteen points. Zhang Rongfang, without much hesitation, directly clicked the plus sign corresponding to Illusion Talisman Skill.

Hiss.

A light sound echoed in his mind, and ten attribute points instantly vanished.

The content in the brackets following Grandmaster blurred and disappeared, then slowly revealed the word "Crescent Moon."

Thin threads like webs of coolness rapidly emerged from Zhang Rongfang’s heart and spread throughout his body.

New memories flooded into his mind simultaneously; these were memories of his relentless practice and enlightenment during the bitter cultivation process of mastering the final form of Grandmaster.

A large volume of insightful memories surged in, causing him to slightly frown.

Previously, memories would merge over about three years, but this time, it spanned ten years.

Over ten years of sleepless and tireless hardships, these training memories were overwhelming even for Zhang Rongfang. After all, ordinary people, even if using all their time for cultivation, would still need rest and sleep.

But the memories gained from attribute points required none of these.

The cool web quickly spread to all parts of his body.

About ten minutes later.

Zhang Rongfang slowly opened his eyes, feeling as if his body had a newfound clarity.

Upon completing the final form earlier, he had already sensed a significant change within his body.

But control over his body had dropped back to only a fraction of his previous level.

Clearly, the final form had surpassed his physical limits, requiring him to reorganize control.

But now, with the addition of ten attribute points, this control level had surged significantly. According to the division, the duration of the final form now reached about half a day.

"Cultivation is easy as long as there’s a clear direction..." Zhang Rongfang opened his eyes, glanced at the sky, and contentedly continued his cultivation.

The next opportunity to increase points would come once he accumulates another ten points.

Time flew by; in meditative absorption, the sense of time in consciousness passed quickly.

Unbeknownst to him, the sky gradually approached nightfall.

Outside Wish Girl Gorge, figures covered in blood were rapidly approaching at this moment.

The guards, seeing this, turned pale and quickly went forward to assist, supporting the individuals.

After a brief exchange of messages, the person responsible for delivering the report quickly ascended the platform.

"Temple Master! A message just came in that the rescue team led by Ding Yu is engaged in a bitter struggle, and there are Ling Wei among the Red Turban Army marauders!"

"Ling Wei!?" Zhang Rongfang stood up.

Before he could respond, a figure also quickly entered the gorge from afar.

"Report!! Zhang Zhenhai led a team to assist the Migration team and is engaged in a bitter struggle, requesting reinforcements!"

"Both sides are struggling simultaneously?... This Red Turban Army, it seems, has something." Zhang Rongfang didn’t even need to ask to know that for Zhang Zhenhai, a Super Grade martial artist, to struggle, there must be God Worshipers or other experts of similar grade.

Now Zhang Zhenhai had already stepped into the realm of Inner Method practitioners. With abundant financial resources, she entered Inner Method early without completing all nine External Medicine sessions.

But even so, it was sufficient.

Most ordinary geniuses generally wouldn’t delay over lingering on Super Grade External Medicine, choosing to directly advance into Inner Method.

Zhang Zhenhai simply followed this standard practice.

Zhang Rongfang stood up, contemplating for a moment, and realized that now the only one in his hand capable of taking charge alone would be Zhang Yunqi.

Daoist Qingxiao’s side still couldn’t be fully trusted.

Now, in dealing with God Worshipers, he’s the only one capable.

Immediately, he silently organized his thoughts.

"Come, lead the way!"

Stepping down from the platform, guided by the person who had previously returned for reinforcements, Zhang Yunqi and Zhang Rongfang left the gorge together, heading for two areas to provide support.

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Clang!

In the snow, Zhang Zhenhai’s short blade swiftly carved out streaks as he engaged in a rapid battle with two Red Turban leaders opposite him.

In the snowy terrain, her moves gradually gained the upper hand. Although she cultivated inner techniques, both opponents were surprisingly Super Grade External Medicine practitioners and both were God Worshipers.

Before this, she had already killed these two people twice in succession, but they were revived each time.

Not far from the forest, the sounds of battle between the Red Turban raiders and the migration team could be faintly heard.

Most of the migration team were women, each wearing a mask and hood to conceal their appearances. At this moment, some were injured and medicating within the inner circle.

Several people lay on the ground in pools of blood, unable to move.

"Kill! Hahaha!"

"Gold, I see gold!!"

"Beauties! So many beauties, all ours!"

The raiders, bound with red turbans, swarmed like locusts, incessantly charging towards the center.

A small portion of them were well-trained, unlike ordinary rioters with no discipline at all.

This group commanded the other Red Turban Army troops to charge madly.

Curiously, most of the Red Turban raiders had eyes full of fervor, showing almost no sign of rationality.

In the snowy landscape, the people from the migration team gradually fell into pools of blood one by one. Some were captured, tied up, and thrown to the outskirts under watch.

Zhang Zhenhai watched with eyes wide open. These members of the migration team were elite fighters selected from Citong, and now they were being senselessly lost to this group of raiders. How could she explain this to her superior!?

At that moment, a shadow shot towards them like an arrow from a distance.

Within a hundred meters, it arrived in an instant.

The shadow suddenly approached one of the attackers surrounding Zhang Zhenhai, raising a hand to point.

Thud!

That person was wielding a short blade, about to slash wildly, but his movement lagged significantly. Before the blade could come down, he was hit.

A bloody hole burst open on his forehead, with a silver spiritual line glimmering faintly inside, trying to heal the wound. But it was too late.

The raider fell backward, losing his breath.

The shadow flashed again, traversing more than ten meters in the blink of an eye, passing behind another spiritual guard raider.

The second person’s body bent as if struck by a massive rhinoceros, flung sideways, with his chest cavity and heart completely shattered, dead on the spot.

The shadow did not pause, swiftly heading toward the migration team.

He moved with a leisurely gait, casually walking amidst hundreds of raiders as if in a stroll, moving around in circles.

No one could withstand a single blow from him.

Just over ten seconds later, the last raider with feverish eyes collapsed dead.

On the snow, not yet fully melted, was scattered with fresh blood everywhere.

Zhang Rongfang retracted his hand, standing where he was, looking at the leading woman of the migration team.

"Are you alright?"

"Selena pays respects to the lord! We... most of us are just injured, fortunately, they wanted to capture us alive..." The leader was a Western woman rescued from the Western Sect back then.

With golden hair and blue eyes, her complexion was fair with a hint of redness. She looked young, with a baby face.

Her name was Selena, responsible for controlling everyone in this migration team and leading them all the way as a top talent.

Having been besieged by raiders for so long, her face still held traces of fear.

Since being raided by the Western Sect years ago, they hadn’t encountered such danger for a long time.

"You’ve worked hard. Calm everyone down; I’ll go check on Zhenhai’s side." Zhang Rongfang surveyed the surroundings, feeling a slight heaviness in his heart.

"Yes!"

Returning to Zhang Zhenhai’s side, the two raider leaders revived once more, shaking their heads with blood-red eyes and charged at her again.

Zhang Rongfang accelerated with a step, striking from behind the two of them one by one.

Their blood quickly drained, stiffening their bodies.

Then with two more strikes, these two spiritual guards finally collapsed completely, their bodies turning black and swiftly disintegrating into ash.

"Are you okay?" Zhang Rongfang asked Zhang Zhenhai.

"No... just... a bit tired." Zhang Zhenhai’s beautiful eyes were bloodshot, her chest heaving dramatically, not knowing how long she had fought those two before.

"There aren’t many capable fighters, not many could assist me, so... I couldn’t kill both of them at the same time. It was hard to kill one, then the other slowly entangled again..." she explained.

"It’s alright, it’s not your fault." Zhang Rongfang frowned. Just as troublesome were those who weren’t God Worshipers, they were hard to deal with.

What weighed on his heart was the somewhat odd reaction of the Red Turban raiders.

"Did you notice anything strange about these Red Turban raiders?" he asked solemnly.

"Yes, when I first arrived here, there were still a few skilled guards from the migration team alive, fighting hard, and I noticed something was wrong then." Zhang Zhenhai responded quickly.

"These people are fierce and unafraid of death. Their physical qualities aren’t like ordinary civilians. Even a random raider is comparable to a Martial Artist who has trained for years. This is not normal!"

She paused, then said solemnly.

"It takes a long time to cultivate a martial artist; the time investment is significant, my lord understands. It is impossible to casually use them as disposable resources like this. There must be something wrong here!"