At the same time, Zhou Mengjie also received the news.

"Hmph, my sister-in-law is really quite calculating!" Zhou Mengjie sneered and said.

"What does Miss plan to do?" Zheng Changde sat beside her, on the table in front of him lay the Soul Seal Device, which was completely sealed in its scabbard at that time, not emitting the slightest trace of Qi. However, Zheng Changde's entire aura was obscure and unpredictable, with two distinct flows of scorching heat and vitality constantly emerging from him. It was clear that waves of Primordial Qi from the Fire Attribute and Wood Attribute were entangling. Unexpectedly, in just one day, after obtaining the Sacrificial Refining Method for the Soul Seal Device, Zheng Changde's Martial Arts Realm had made further progress.

"What to do? Haha, let's wait and see. Three bottles of Yuan Yang Pill are already enough for him to reach the Seventh Rank. If he can't manage that, hmph, I don't need a useless person!" Zhou Mengjie's face was icy, uttering the words without a hint of fluctuation.

...

By the time Zhu Bufan found out about this, it was already the afternoon of the next day.

"Brother Feng!"

Seeing Zhu Bufan finally appear, Zhou Wei and the others, who had been waiting by the door, immediately gathered around him.

"Oh, why are all of you here?" Seeing these people appear together, Zhu Bufan was quite surprised. Usually, only Zhou Wei was fond of playing, while Zhou Zi, Zhou Junsheng and others spent most of their time in cultivation, usually meeting up only at specific times. It was quite rare for them to all gather together at once.

"It seems this guy doesn't know yet!" Zhou Junsheng glanced at Zhu Bufan and said helplessly.

Afterward, they told Zhu Bufan everything in detail.

"Oh, I was wondering why everyone's gaze on my way here was strange... so that's it?" Zhu Bufan said indifferently, showing no significant emotional fluctuation.

"You... you..." Seeing Zhu Bufan's calm demeanor, Zhou Junsheng, who was initially anxious, suddenly calmed down. Remembering Zhu Bufan's performance on the Endless Ice Field, a thought struck him, and the tense atmosphere instantly dissipated.

"You can relax! Nothing will happen." Zhu Bufan gave them a slight smile, but then his expression turned cold in an instant. "Hehe, thinking of scheming against me, do you really think I'm that easy to bully?" With this thought, a glimmer of cold light flashed in Zhu Bufan's eyes.

...

"Young Master Feng, this will be your room from now on!"

A middle-aged man around thirty guided Zhu Bufan, his face indifferent, showing a reluctance to engage with Zhu Bufan, harboring infinite resentment inside.

In the Zhou Family, there was a rule that once one resided in a middle room, they qualified to have servants, who took care of their daily living needs.

As the saying goes, "The servant shares in the master's honor, a Seventh Grade official at the prime minister's door."

Moreover, there is another saying, "A loyal servant doesn't serve two masters," so once appointed a master by the family, they wouldn't be replaced, and even if changed, they wouldn't gain the new master's trust to become confidants.

So, which servant didn't wish to follow a good master?

And the most important factor about a good master was not their temperament but their power and strength!

Clearly, Zhu Bufan did not fit into the category of good masters.

Without a background, without strength, and having offended the most powerful person in the Zhou Family! Such a person, they all avoided like the plague, so why would they want to follow such a master?

"I, Deng Dashan, must be cursed by bad luck to have ended up with such a master?" All along the way, Deng Dashan secretly complained, the look he gave Zhu Bufan was becoming increasingly unfriendly.

Fully aware of Deng Dashan's current thoughts, Zhu Bufan raised his eyebrows and completely fathomed Deng Dashan's mindset, with cold glare flickering in Zhu Bufan's eyes, contemplating something unknown.

What Zhu Bufan saw now was a large room covering around a hundred square meters, with a near-acre-sized training ground in front, a small bridge, and a stream, making it a rather secluded spot.

"Are all middle rooms in the Zhou Family like this?" Zhu Bufan asked in shock.

"Yes!" Deng Dashan replied woodenly.

"Truly extravagant!" Opening the door and seeing the unified redwood furniture throughout, Zhu Bufan couldn't help but think to himself.

Inside, Zhu Bufan hadn't yet put down his bundle when a commotion could be heard from outside.

"Hmph, here already?" Zhu Bufan quietly sneered, set his bundle down, and walked outside.

Outside, a group of dozens had gathered at some unknown point, and most faces were familiar to Zhu Bufan, having seen them in the inferior rooms area.

Seeing Zhu Bufan come out, one young man immediately jumped out, as if fearing someone else might snatch the opportunity.

"You must be Zhu Bufan! I am Zhou Hu, and I want to challenge you!" The boy named Zhou Hu had a burly figure, standing nearly two meters tall, exuding an overwhelming sense of heaviness, creating a strong sense of oppression.

Zhu Bufan clearly felt the Earth Attribute Inner Qi in this young man's body, with all his actions carrying immense power, a characteristic most prominent in Earth Element Inner Qi.

Focusing intently on the person before him, Zhu Bufan's keen eyes instantly caught the deep-seated ferocity hidden in Zhou Hu's eyes.

"Hmph, hiding killing intent! Don't blame me for being ruthless then!" Zhu Bufan thought to himself. "Challenge? Fine!" Zhu Bufan readily agreed.

"Huh..."

Not only Zhou Hu but everyone present looked at Zhu Bufan in amazement at his quick acceptance of the challenge, looking at him as if he was a fool.

"Hey, you better think twice!" Zhou Hu extended his bowl-sized fist, faintly emitting an earthen-yellow glow.

"Hmph, only at Ninth Rank peak level, yet daring to challenge me!" Zhu Bufan cursed inwardly.

By now, Zhu Bufan had gained some understanding of cultivation, mostly focusing on the Postnatal Realm.

The main obstacle in the Postnatal Realm of Martial Arts is the barrier from the Ninth Rank to the Seventh Rank, signifying the transition from flesh to bone and internal organs.

Therefore, reaching the Seventh Rank makes one considered a capable hand, an expert.

And Seventh Rank Martial Artists are indeed the core strength of the entire family.

"Enough with the nonsense! Watch my fist!" Zhu Bufan suddenly roared, instantly moving away from his original spot, launching the simplest single punch directly toward Zhou Hu's abdomen.

In Zhou Hu's eyes, it seemed the fist of Zhu Bufan was rapidly magnifying, faster than he anticipated, quickly enough so that he couldn't react at all.

"Damn, that's a sneak attack..." Many of the onlookers expressed a burst of contemptuous cries.

Nevertheless, the body's natural reaction to pressure outpaced the mind's operation, and with Zhou Hu's abdomen rapidly contracting, his Inner Qi surged forth. The earthen-yellow Inner Qi coated him with an armor-like halo, his arms crossed and placed in front of his abdomen.

"Crack, crack..."

Zhu Bufan's small fist landed on Zhou Hu's stout arms, emitting an extremely crisp sound of bone cracking.

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