Wang Zhan was more than a devil. He suddenly realized that calling Wang Zhan a devil was an understatement; Wang Zhan was simply not human. No matter which suggestion Wang Zhan offered, as far as Snakehead was concerned, Tie Xiuqing would rather believe that the best relief for Snakehead was to bite his own tongue and commit suicide before Wang Zhan had time to implement any of it—to end himself. Otherwise, this would be the start of another degrading life, neither human nor ghost. The problem was, what deep hatred did Wang Zhan and Snakehead share? He was just an insignificant gang leader in the Underground City; was it worthwhile to painstakingly plan against him?

"AH... AH... HISS... I... give... I... give... you... HISS..." After listening to dozens of Wang Zhan's suggestions, even though Snakehead was at his last breath, he was stimulated back to consciousness. He surrendered, admitted defeat, and no longer wanted to fight Wang Zhan, this inhuman being. Therefore, even though he could not speak, Snakehead had to ignore his pain and convey a message to Wang Zhan through his lip movements: You have won; everything is yours!

Compared to Wang Zhan, even the original organization often had to show a little kindness on the surface. But Wang Zhan had no such need; he was a mad man. What kind of monster have they provoked, and why was he targeted by this monster? Wang Zhan was simply the most vicious demon from Hell sent to retaliate against humanity! Therefore, at this very moment, the only thought in Snakehead's mind was to die quickly and willingly embrace death. Moreover, he would definitely not resist.

"HAHAHA..." Wang Zhan laughed, temporarily letting the observing mad man persona recede. Immediately, he tossed another small Medicine Pill directly into Snakehead's mouth. "Swallow it. It can restore some of your vitality. I think, with this vitality, you should be able to write that thing down for me. Remember, never try to deceive me; otherwise, you will find it's better to die than to live!"

As Wang Zhan spoke the last sentence, his eyes were incredibly cold. Forget Snakehead; even Tie Xiuqing, who had only seen his side profile, felt a tremor in his heart and his palms began to sweat.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, Wang Zhan turned his gaze towards Tie Xiuqing, his eyes like nails boring into Tie Xiuqing's face. He said coldly, "Tell me, you didn't see anything just now, did you?"

This was just an indifferent question; perhaps Wang Zhan didn't care if he had seen anything or not. But Tie Xiuqing could clearly feel that if he didn't go along with Wang Zhan's wishes this time, he would really die. This man was still an erratic character. Therefore, Tie Xiuqing immediately bowed his head respectfully and said, no matter how complex his thoughts were, "Master, I... I didn't see anything!"

"Hmm, then you'll temporarily follow Boss Chen. Be his deputy and bodyguard," Wang Zhan arranged. Then, with a hint of warning, he continued in a deep voice to Tie Xiuqing, "But I hope you can bear one thing in mind. I gave you your opportunity, and I also arranged your mission. I don't care what you think; as long as you can complete it successfully, I can satisfy you. But if you fail and cause me unnecessary losses, then even if you flee to the ends of the earth, I will ensure you die without an intact body!"

Wang Zhan's face was grim. But it was a necessary measure. It wasn't just that Boss Chen didn't know about the arrangements Wang Zhan had made for his future, or Boss Chen's identity as a first-generation member of the Round Table Conference. The mere relationship between Boss Chen and Tian Qi was enough to warrant serious consideration from anyone who aspired to succeed. Despite being an ordinary man with no power or status, who among those forced to flee into the black market was simple? And they encountered influential figures immediately upon arrival—first Tian Qi, then Wang Zhan. Of course, this wasn't Wang Zhan boasting; Boss Chen genuinely possessed the luck to make the right choices at the first opportunity. This was indispensable for Wang Zhan, who was just starting out. Perhaps once a great wind rose, he would soar to the Nine Heavens, setting off the first brilliant display. Therefore, no matter what, Wang Zhan was willing to give it a try and do everything possible to ensure Boss Chen's life. If it weren't for Ku Zhu being entrusted with a heavy responsibility by Wang Zhan, and the Grandmasters who had infiltrated the black market still lying low for fear of exposure, Wang Zhan might have sent several Grandmasters to protect him in the next second, without caring about showing his strength. As long as this fist is not his own!!

Tie Xiuqing naturally accepted the assignment; after all, he had no other choice. "Yes, Master! As long as I'm alive, anyone who wants to harm Boss Chen will have to step over my dead body!"

So, after Tie Xiuqing left, Wang Zhan stayed in the underground castle for three full days, completely absorbing the body refining martial arts revealed by Snakehead.

At this time, Wang Zhan quietly looked at the data on the System Panel. His basic attributes and extreme attributes had reached another peak under the influence of this martial art.

Host: Wang Zhan

domain: 1

Limit: 0

Strength: 10,199

Agility: 10,199

Physique: 10,199

Charm: 480

Wisdom: 300

mental power: 314,928+

If Wang Zhan disregarded the barrier of mental energy and the danger of another breakthrough, he could step into the Martial King Realm in the next moment. But with his profound gaze, he knew it was impossible. Even though his grasp of this martial art was still rudimentary, one should know that the base amplification of Wang Zhan's current mental power was threefold for every minor realm, and it could become fivefold if he continued to progress. By then, even the iceberg of mental energy condensed by the System within Wang Zhan would undeniably undergo another qualitative change. It was even possible that the speed of transformation wouldn't keep up, resulting in his physical body, the carrier, being completely shattered by the frenzied mental energy.

However, Wang Zhan didn't focus on this problem for now. He just cast his gaze back to that martial art.

"Ninefold Heavenly Transformation"!

This was the mysterious martial art from within the original organization.

Moreover, it was uncertain whether Wang Zhan should consider himself lucky or unlucky. This martial art had been controlled by core members of the original organization ever since its creation. Naturally, Snakehead was not one of these core members, but he was the illegitimate son of one of them. As a result, he was not only placed in a remote area without any threat to his life but was also continuously invested in by this influential figure, eventually reaching the third level of the Heavenly Transformation. Wang Zhan's good fortune lay in the fact that he had truly profited greatly this time. But the unfortunate part was that he had also truly drawn attention to himself. Although he wouldn't be noticed immediately, the original organization would undoubtedly tighten its security. So, Wang Zhan currently only had these three levels in his grasp: flesh, bones, and vital energy. Further down were the levels of meridians, internal organs, and even more profound martial arts understandings, which showed the deep foundation and extraordinarily high realm of this martial art's creator. But he wouldn't think about these for now; Wang Zhan didn't believe in relying on things that depended on luck.

Fortunately, even with just three levels, the effects were surprisingly good. Taking Wang Zhan himself as an example, even if he only practiced the first level, skin and flesh, tests immediately revealed that his defense power had increased by at least one percent. Don't underestimate a mere one percent. For a defense power that had already reached a certain limit, especially for an existence with Wang Zhan's foundation and sheer scale, this was a great leap forward. After all, Wang Zhan was not an ordinary Martial Master but a monster who could rival a Martial King! If it were an ordinary Martial Master, perhaps with this martial art alone, they could have the confidence to challenge higher-level opponents even at a lower stage!

Apart from this, it also had another effect: it could condense the vital energy within the body. Although the process was slow, the effect was significant. The reason Wang Zhan had urgently stopped his cultivation was that he was not prepared. If he acted recklessly, he might break through the threshold of the Martial General next time, with unstoppable momentum like a bursting dam, causing earth cracks and mountains to collapse. Of course, the only one who would die from the explosion would be himself! Also, once he thoroughly mastered these three levels of martial arts, they could at least serve as a foundation that would continue to be effective even after Wang Zhan entered the Martial King Realm.

However... "How can a small original organization possess such a profound foundation? What secrets are hidden behind it?" The closer he got, the more Wang Zhan felt as if he was facing a huge shadow. At least in his view, the original organization was already far different from his first impression. Just based on this one technique, Wang Zhan was certain that even figures like Wei Daoming and other Martial Emperors would be very interested if they saw it. Everyone knows that wealth sways hearts. Yet the original organization had managed to hide its secret so well and thrive to this day. How could this be possible?

Wang Zhan muttered, "Unless... this secret is only a secret for ordinary people, but an open fact for those at the top..."

The so-called "ordinary people" included not only commoners with no hope in martial arts but also most low-ranking martial artists in the Federation with low realms and ordinary Talent, or even mid-to-upper-level martial artists whose positions were largely fixed and overlooked. In other words, this could be a secret that was clear to all the upper echelons within the original organization but utterly unknown to those like Wang Zhan who were excluded.

What a pity...

"JIEJIEJIE, it's well hidden! But no matter who is behind you, I don't believe they won't regret it after something like this happens..." Wang Zhan suddenly thought of a critical point, his mind racing.

One should know, although his purpose this time was for those Sacred Clan members who had infiltrated the Federation, he was already aware—and Wei Daoming had also specifically reminded him—that, in the final analysis, it was because the actions of these Sacred Clan members threatened the peaceful lives of some in the upper-middle strata within the Federation. That was why the Federation had directly issued orders to the Four Major Plots and mobilized Wang Zhan to join the team. Yet, the original organization possessed such profound martial arts, a fact that many influential figures were well aware of and tacitly agreed upon.

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