Zhao Changhe rode his horse back to Yangzhou City in a daze.0

His mind was preoccupied with thoughts of transforming his meridians. This matter was incredibly important to him, and it left his thoughts in disarray, causing him to daydream throughout his journey. It was not until he returned to the city that the hustle and bustle of the city reached his ears, and he snapped out of his reverie. He chided himself silently, recognizing that he needed to remain more composed.0

He reflected on how easy it was for people to be drawn into cults when they promised to fulfill their deepest desires.0

In fact, upon further thought, even figures as influential as Cui Wenjing believed that such a feat was as unattainable as heavenly treasures. Furthermore, even Tang Wanzhuang, who controlled the empire’s martial resources, avoided discussing the matter. With that being the case, how could resolving the issue with his meridians be something that a mere cult or sect of the jianghu easily solve? Even if it was possible, the price would have to be unbearable.0

It was possible that they possessed some sort of unparalleled treasure, but they had to be absolute idiots to let him use such a valuable resource. Also, the possibility of that being the case was extremely low. It was much more likely that it was pure deception. 0

And if he took the initiative to ask for it, that would be offering them his weak spot on a silver platter. He would be slowly prying off his...0