Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 136 - 55: Investigation (2)

The few people behind shivered when they saw and quickly lowered their heads.

"You guys."

Fang Zheng turned around and said:

"Help me find out if anyone saw the murderer of the homicide case under the bridge in the West District a few nights ago."

"Absolutely, absolutely!"

"We will definitely listen carefully."

"..."

The people from Yuan Family Village nodded repeatedly; they were truly scared today.

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Feixing Hotel.

Luxury suite on the top floor.

"Magic!"

Fang Zheng, after washing, changed into a loose nightgown and came to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking leisurely at the bustling city below.

The scenes of casting spells earlier all floated in his mind.

Perhaps due to practicing the Yama Visualization Method, his memory had notably improved, and his thoughts now moved more swiftly than before.

It's a very vague feeling, impossible to materialize, yet it is indeed a significant change.

"The magic of the Lu Mountain Wutou Sect is indeed strange, but being able to control the three Yuan brothers wasn't solely because of magic."

"The blessings of the Magic Altar and that Token also played a major role."

Without the Seven-Star Altar and Token, Fang Zheng could still cast spells, but it might not be so easy to compel someone to jump off a building.

Especially the last one, Yuan Wen.

At the time, there was no time to perform the Soul Hooking Technique, so he directly used the Soul Capturing Technique, similar to hypnosis, making Yuan Wen mistakenly believe he was heading toward the door.

But in reality, he rushed toward the edge of the rooftop.

In fact,

in the end, Yuan Wen actually woke up from the Soul Capturing Technique, but it was too late, and he had already jumped off the building.

"What the altar worships is not gods, not heaven and earth, but oneself."

"The words of the seniors from Pure Yang Palace did not deceive me!"

He turned around, lost in thought.

In fact, people inherently worship themselves, daily with care in food and clothing, aiming to make their bodies comfortably reside.

Money,

Food,

Residence,

aren't they all offerings?

"Humans are most pious to themselves, which no god or Buddha in the world can compare to; everyone is worshiping themselves." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

"Also asking from oneself!"

"Seeking a better life."

"Only by being committed to oneself can one be committed to everything; the more devout the worship, the more one gains."

"Infinite Longevity and Happiness!"

"Phew, phew..."

Fang Zheng hurriedly shook his head, gathering his thoughts.

The things of the Daoist School are most capable of beguiling people.

Clearly without saying anything and without the widespread Buddhist doctrines, they are subtly accepted in life.

Even he,

a staunch atheist, subconsciously recited Infinite Longevity and Happiness.

Truly terrifying!

Stabilizing the spirit, Fang Zheng reconsidered.

"What often twists the mind is not evil techniques but one's personal experience; if a person encounters treachery, their heart may lean toward it."

"Being in contact with attained masters, naturally, one's heart leans toward the great Dao."

"Therefore..."

"As long as one's belief is firm enough, there's no need to worry about a distorted mind; those so-called evil techniques can be used without hindrance."

"Divine Fist!"

"The most important thing in practicing magic is the Power of Divine Soul; this seems to have a fitting relation with the `Divine Fist` in the Third Realm of Martial Arts."

"If I'm not mistaken, martial artists practicing certain magic are more likely to comprehend the realm of `Divine Fist` than those who don't know magic."

With a flick of a single hand, the long saber beside him was already unsheathed.

"Clang..."

The saber's sound gently hummed.

One-Character Heart-Clearing Slash!

Holding the saber in his hand, Fang Zheng's eyes sharpened.

In an instant.

The myriad distracting thoughts in his mind vanished, leaving only a concentrated saber intent, as if tangible, orchestrating the power throughout the body.

"This..."

"Is this the realm of `Divine Fist`?"

When using the One-Character Heart-Clearing Slash, his burst speed was twice as fast as usual, with a feeling of complete control.

Whether it was his body or external changes, everything was intimately clear.

"Divine Soul!"

"Essence Qi!"

"Compared to when I just started practicing the One-Character Heart-Clearing Slash, now it's evidently much easier, the reason being the practice of the visualization method."

"As expected..."

"Practicing visualization methods strengthening the Power of Divine Soul can also hasten the understanding of the `Divine Fist` realm to some extent."

"If my Power of Divine Soul were comparable to a Mage, I could effortlessly reach `Divine Fist` without comprehending any Martial Dao truths."

"Phew..."

Exhaling a bit of turbid air, Fang Zheng slowly dissipated the saber intent, the glint in his eyes growing ever more vibrant.

"Finally, I know what to do next. Previously, I only had speculation about the realm of `Divine Fist`, and now it is clear."

Thinking it over, he swallowed a Nourishing Essence Pill.

The Third Realm of Martial Arts, with a path cleared to `Divine Fist`, Three Blood Refining the Internal Organs cannot be neglected.

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Shi Xin's funeral was held at a hotel near the old district. Since the old send-off the young, it was not grand, and there were not many attendees.

"Fang Zheng, Dapeng."

Shi Xin's second sister, eyes brimming with tears, frequently wiped tears off her face:

"Shi Xin often mentioned you two. When he came back, he said he'd find you, in Qu City... with you there, nothing would go wrong."

"Second Sister."

Dapeng stammeringly spoke, while Fang Zheng hung his head without a word.

"It's my fault." The second sister's husband, wearing glasses, looked scholarly, though his skin was rougher, not looking like a city person.

He gently shook his head:

"If I hadn't suggested he study journalism, he wouldn't have encountered this."

"Wah..."

The second sister sobbed loudly.

"I'm Shao Yihua." The second sister's husband extended his hand, his expression cold and stern:

"A journalist."

Fang Zheng nodded, shaking hands with him.

He had heard of this person; when Shi Xin was in school, he admired his second brother-in-law greatly, and later becoming a newspaper reporter was also influenced by him.