Infinite Fighting

Chapter 291 The First Fragment Acquired

Zhang Ji leaped up the steep mountain and arrived at Tan Zong's main hall. Someone stopped him on the way and said, "Guest, this is a residential area. Please do not wander around."

"I'm here on business. I have something to discuss with your sect leader. Please inform him," Zhang Ji said.

"Sir, if you wish to see the sect leader, please make an appointment through proper channels. Unauthorized entry is impolite and will cause you trouble. Please forgive us."

The staff member at Tanzong looked slightly impatient; uncivilized tourists like Zhang Ji were quite annoying.

In this day and age, you can't hit him, and he won't listen to advice.

If you're not careful, a little argument can be blown out of proportion by some media outlets that embellish the story online and turn it into news.

That would be quite a problem, and it would greatly damage the sect's image.

Seeing this, Zhang Ji didn't say a word and lightly tapped the ground with his foot.

"Click! Crack! Crack!"

The five-centimeter-thick bluestone floor was broken, leaving a footprint, while spiderweb-like cracks covered the entire floor tile.

However, these cracks did not spread to the surrounding area; they only appeared on that one-meter square floor, and the adjacent stone bricks were completely unaffected.

"Please inform them," Zhang Ji said again.

The staff member's expression was different now.

He was no longer impatient, his breathing became a little rapid, and he shakily took out his phone, made a call, and quickly told the person on the other end of the line what had happened.

Then he looked at Zhang Ji and said, "This one."

“My surname is Zhang,” Zhang Ji said.

"Mr. Zhang, please come with me to the reception room to rest for a while. The sect leader and the others will be here soon."

Zhang Ji nodded and followed him toward the reception room.

For many ordinary people, there is no need for many words; manifesting divine power is the most direct means of persuasion.

After serving Zhang Ji tea, the man immediately left.

Not long after, there was a commotion outside, indicating that someone had arrived and visited Zhang Ji's masterpiece.

Then, a dozen or so people quickly walked in from outside. The leader was a middle-aged man wearing a purple robe, with a crown and a goatee. There were old and young people around him, and they all seemed to be Tan Zong's core members.

After looking around the reception room, he saw Zhang Ji.

A slight surprise flickered in his eyes, but after confirming with the person beside him, he bowed and said, "I am Tan Xuanji, the current talisman holder of the Tan Sect. May I ask which sect or school of disciples you are here?"

Tan Xuanji clearly regarded Zhang Ji as a disciple from another sect who had come out of seclusion to seek instruction.

In the ancient martial arts world of the Shang Dynasty, the fastest way for a disciple to become famous after completing his training was to find powerful martial arts schools and sects in the surrounding area and challenge them one by one.

Winning means you have ability, and it will be much easier to make a living and find a job afterward.

Of course, this also carries risks.

If you want to climb to the top by stepping on someone else's name, you can't do it without real ability.

If you're not careful, someone will dismember your arms and legs and throw you out.

While society is certainly not like that nowadays, if someone did that, they would definitely get a beating.

However, Zhang Ji's displayed strength was almost at the upper limit of top martial arts masters in the martial arts world, enough for Tan Xuanji to give him some face and ask about his background, instead of starting a fight right away.

“I belong to no sect or school, Zhang Ji,” Zhang Ji replied.

Tan Xuanji, of course, did not believe Zhang Ji's explanation. He assumed that Zhang Ji was worried about losing face for his sect if he lost, so he kept quiet for the time being and would reveal his identity only after winning.

"I wonder what brings you here, young friend Zhang?" Tan Xuanji asked, sitting opposite Zhang Ji.

“I am a collector. I heard that Tan Zong collected a rare jade disc during a chaotic period hundreds of years ago, and I am quite curious about it. I have come here to buy it,” Zhang Ji said.

Upon hearing this, Tan Xuanji's expression turned surprised.

They weren't here to crash into the mountain after all?

But what about that jade disc?

Could it be the one placed behind the Ancestral Master's Hall?
“If that’s the case, then I’m sorry, but these are ancestral possessions, and we, their descendants, dare not sell them without permission,” Tan Xuanji replied.

"Is this enough?"

As Zhang Ji spoke, a box about one meter square was kicked out from his side.

The box overturned, the lid opened, and gold bars fell out.

The person who had brought Zhang Ji in earlier was a little stunned by this scene, wondering when Zhang Ji had brought such a large box.

The others assumed that Zhang Ji had been brought up by cable car, but they were still shocked.

With so much gold, the value it represents is somewhat exaggerated.

Tan Xuanji was a little stunned. An old man next to him couldn't contain himself and bent down to pick up a piece of gold that had slipped to his side. After examining it carefully, he said in a daze, "It's real!"

Upon hearing this, the management of these sects all became a little breathless.

"So, can you sell it?" Zhang Ji asked.

Tan Xuanji pondered to himself that, apart from its enormous size and its smooth, reflective surface, the jade disc had no other distinguishing features; it seemed to be nothing more than a larger piece of jade.

But the pile of gold that Zhang Ji offered was of a different value.

Even if they sold their entire sect for gold, they might not be able to get this much.

But things happened too suddenly, and he didn't know much about Zhang Ji's background. He wanted to think about it some more and maybe come up with some rules or regulations.

"May I have some time to think about it?" Tan Xuanji asked.

“I don’t have much time. You’d better make a decision now, or I’ll have no choice but to take it by force,” Zhang Ji said bluntly.

"Rob? Kid, where do you think you are? Don't think you can run wild just because you have some skills!"

Upon hearing this, a middle-aged man, who was somewhat envious of Zhang Jin's ability to come up with such a sum of money, couldn't help but speak up sarcastically.

Zhang Ji turned his head to look, then swung his arm.

"Crack~!"

With a whip-like strike, the air exploded, and the middle-aged man, who was at least five meters away from Zhang Ji, had his abdomen caved in and was sent flying through the air.

"Bang~!"

The middle-aged man landed, feeling an exaggerated pain in his internal organs. When he opened his mouth, blood gushed out.

"Uncle-Master Youcheng?!"

"Junior brother!"

Those around them were both surprised and shocked.

I have absolutely no idea how Zhang Ji did it. His palm strike pierced through the air, injuring someone from five meters away!

They had never heard of such a thing before.

In the martial arts world, there is a saying that one can seal all the pores of the body except for the pores in the palm, and release force from a distance of only an inch to knock a person back with a single palm strike.

But it was merely a repulsion!

Zhang Ji, on the other hand, sent the person flying several meters from a distance of more than five meters.

That's already incredibly skillful!
"It's just a transaction, young friend, why resort to violence over a mere disagreement?" Tan Xuanji said, forcing himself to remain calm despite his nervousness.

"Don't worry, it's just a minor injury. I'll be fine after a few months of rest," Zhang Ji said nonchalantly.

After this incident, everyone's attitude towards Zhang Ji changed a lot.

He went from being a somewhat foolish son of a landlord with some martial arts skills to becoming a legendary figure in the martial arts world.

Not far away, Tan He rushed back, panting, and saw Zhang Ji sending the elder flying from a distance.

I was completely stunned, feeling a strange emotion surging within me.

The things I used to fantasize about in entertainment works don't seem to be entirely unreal!

There truly are individuals in this world whose power transcends worldly concerns!
"Mr. Zhang, please come with me. The jade disc is in the Ancestral Hall." Tan Xuanji composed himself, stood up, and said politely to Zhang.

If he still can't see the situation clearly at this point, then he's not worthy of being the sect leader.

He didn't try to find out Zhang Ji's background or the origin of his extraordinary martial arts skills, nor did he make any accusations or bargain. All he wanted to do was get rid of Zhang Ji as soon as possible.

Sometimes, overthinking can be the beginning of disaster.

He knew this all too well.

Therefore, he never touches things he doesn't understand, which is the key to Tan Zongneng's continued success today.

Zhang Ji got up and followed Tan Xuanji all the way to their ancestral hall.

A gilded statue of the patriarch stands here, his arms outstretched, his left leg on the ground, and his right leg bent and raised, like a spring storing energy. Zhang Ji can feel the power even through the statue.

However, after glancing at it from above, Zhang Ji's gaze fell on the jade wall behind it.

A somewhat irregularly shaped circular jade disc, about two meters in diameter and about fifty centimeters thick, with a hole in the middle.

Its surface is smooth and lustrous, and when a person stands in front of it, their own reflection can be seen.

Zhang Ji reached out and touched it.

I vaguely sensed the special, permanent nature of the spacetime mentioned above.

It rejects all things in the world and makes it impossible to interact with them easily.

In addition, it seems to possess some deeper ability to modify spacetime information, but Zhang Ji did not study it in detail here. With a thought, he directly put it into his inner world.

"Disappeared!!"

"How did you do that? A secret technique hidden in your sleeve?"

"What an extraordinary person!"

The shock was evident in the eyes of those around him, but Zhang paid no attention and turned to leave.

“Mr. Zhang, you’ve come all this way, and it’s almost lunchtime. Why don’t you stay at Tan Zong’s place and have a meal?” an elder suddenly said.

Tan Xuanji frowned, somewhat displeased with the elder's unnecessary actions.

Fortunately, Zhang Ji completely ignored him and quickly walked away.

Seeing this, the others did not dare to stop them.

He just looked regretful.

But suddenly someone mentioned the pile of gold.

They quickly became excited again, discussing the value of the gold and its subsequent distribution.

Tan He had followed them all the way here. When he saw Zhang Ji take the jade disc out of thin air and leave quickly, he didn't think twice and immediately chased after him.

He ran desperately to the outside of the mountain gate, looked around, but could no longer find Zhang Ji's figure.

Just as I was feeling regretful, a voice suddenly came from behind me.

"Are you looking for me?" Zhang Ji asked.

Tan He turned around and, upon seeing Zhang Ji, immediately knelt down and kowtowed, saying, "I am Tan He, and I am deeply fascinated by your extraordinary skills, sir. I hope you can teach me a few techniques. I am willing to serve you like a slave to repay your kindness."

He knew he only had one chance, so he kowtowed very hard, even breaking his scalp and feeling a little dizzy.

But he didn't stop, nor did he want to stop.

His movements only stopped when Zhang Ji grabbed his neck.

"Sir?" Tan He asked, panting heavily.

Blood slid down his forehead and dripped into the corner of his eye, but he refused to close his eyes, staring intently at Zhang Ji, hoping for a response.

Zhang Ji stared at him, then suddenly laughed.

He felt he saw his former self in this person.

That bowl of dog food you snatched was also an opportunity!
Opportunity is right in front of you, but if you don't seize it, you'll get nothing.

Zhang greatly admired Tan He's courage and willingness to fight.

With a wave of his hand, Zhang Ji tossed Tan He aside, and then a book was generated within Zhang Ji's inner world and tossed to him.

Tan He caught it and looked at the writing on it, which read "Wind and Thunder Leg Technique".

This is an (excellent) level leg technique that Zhang Ji developed from "Tan Tui" after he went up the mountain.

If Tan He can master the skills, he will also have the ability to achieve a [B+] rating.

In this world without magic, he has enough freedom to roam freely.

Tan He's face lit up with joy, and he was about to express his gratitude, but Zhang Ji's figure had already leaped down the mountain path and quickly disappeared into the distance.

He had no choice but to kowtow again in the direction Zhang Jiyuan had gone.

Finally, he put the book in his arms, collapsed to the ground, but his face was full of smiles.

On the mountain path, the newly accepted disciples had already come up. When they saw Tan He lying on the ground with his face covered in blood, they were all dumbfounded.

"Eldest brother?"

"Help! Senior Brother seems to have been injured!"

(End of this chapter)