The Cangling Zhang family dominates the continent!

After hearing this, Zhang Chenting took a big bite of the fragrant lamb leg without hesitation, and replied while chewing:

"My little achievement is not worth mentioning at all. In our Zhang family, besides Seventh Brother, there are three others who are stronger than me, two others who are on par with me, and even more who are slightly inferior to me."

After saying that, he smacked his lips a few times in satisfaction.

I dare not slack off now, for fear that I will be overtaken by my tribesmen if I am not careful. After all, I want to become a Thunder Saint, so I still have to maintain my reputation."

After saying that, he took another big bite of mutton.

"What! Your family actually has so many geniuses? This is truly astonishing!

Is your Zhang family an eighth-rank family, or a hidden clan?"

Hearing what Zhang Chenting said, Shangguan Jing couldn't help but widen her eyes and asked cautiously with a look of astonishment on her face.

Zhang Chenting waved his hand gently and replied with a smile:

"Haha, it's not what you think. The Zhang family is not really a big family now.

Without the help of Brother Seven and external forces, our overall strength wouldn't even be as strong as a sixth-grade force, and we'd only be considered a small clan."

He paused, then continued, "However, although our family is not large, our ability to earn spirit stones is quite outstanding.

Furthermore, since the family has a relatively small number of disciples, any disciple with a certain talent for cultivation, regardless of their talent level, will receive the family's full and focused training."

Upon hearing this, Shangguan Jing's heart was shocked, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

You know, in the vast Shenxuan Continent, almost all forces are extremely cautious and stingy in the allocation of resources.

Normally, each force would prioritize investing its limited resources in those cultivators with extremely high talents, hoping to cultivate top-notch experts to support the sect.

Even if they still have surplus resources, these forces will often choose to store them and use them to reward outstanding talents in the future.

However, the Zhang family's approach of cultivating every potential disciple regardless of talent was beyond Shangguan Jing's comprehension and shocked her immensely.

As for those with ordinary qualifications, they can only rely on themselves, and the resources given to them are minimal, so it would be a waste to give them resources.

Looking at Shangguan Jing's face full of shock and astonishment, Zhang Chenting raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile.

Then he cleared his throat and spoke slowly with reverence on his face:

"According to the elders in the clan, all the measures our clan is currently implementing were planned and formulated by my seventh brother!

Back then, our family was just a small, third-rank clan, but it was under the wise and brave leadership of our seventh brother that we were able to overcome all obstacles and grow to its current size.

It is no exaggeration to say that even if you call my seventh brother the reincarnation of a god, it probably wouldn't be an exaggeration at all!

He is truly the person I admire and respect the most in my life. Whether it's strength, talent, or wisdom and strategy, there's a huge gap between me and him.

Hearing this, Shangguan Jing couldn't help but nodded slightly to show her agreement.

Then, she responded softly, "In that case, your family is truly fortunate to have such an outstanding person."

However, Shangguan Jing did not choose to continue asking.

After all, she knew very well that the information she currently knew had already reached a certain limit.

If you continue to ask questions without knowing the root of the problem, you will inevitably cause the other party to be disgusted and unhappy.

She was naturally well aware of the principle of knowing when to stop.

At this time, Zhang Chenting seemed to be completely unaware of Shangguan Jing's inner thoughts. He just took another big bite of the fragrant and mouth-watering mutton in his hand.

While devouring the food, he mumbled incoherently and replied, "That's right! Hehe..."

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"That..." After Zhang Chenting finished eating like a whirlwind,

Shangguan Jing's originally fair face suddenly turned a faint blush, just like the first blooming peach blossoms in spring, delicate and beautiful.

Seeing this, Zhang Chenting patted his chest and said generously:

"Just tell me what's going on! As long as it's within my ability, I'll do my best to get it done for you!"

Shangguan Jing lowered her head slightly and said in a whisper:

"I have a scar on my back that's hard to reach with my own medicine. Could you please help me apply it?"

The words were so light that they seemed to be blown away by a breeze, but for Zhang Chenting, a cultivator, they were still clear to his ears.

"W-what? Oh, sure, that's no problem for me."

Zhang Chenting was stunned at first when he heard this, and then nodded in response hurriedly.

As he spoke, he unconsciously scratched the back of his head, his eyes flickering, and he looked at the delicate and lovely woman in front of him with a little shyness.

You know, in all his years of life, he had never been so close to any other woman except his sisters of the same clan, let alone touching their bodies.

Shangguan Jing took a deep breath to calm herself down, then slowly moved to the soft fur she had carefully groomed, and gently lay down.

She gently took off her upper body robe, using it to cleverly cover her chest, revealing only her back which was as smooth as jade but had a hideous scar.

Then, with a shy look on her face, she pointed to a delicate porcelain bottle placed beside her and whispered softly, "That contains the medicinal powder."

In fact, Shangguan Jing was able to act so decisively not without support.

This was because she knew in her heart that she still had one last trump card - a powerful spiritual body her grandfather had left in her body.

This spiritual body will never be used easily unless it is a matter of life and death.

"Oh, okay." Zhang Chenting responded with some surprise. He really didn't expect that Shangguan Jing would trust him so much and take off his clothes without any hesitation.

However, he was not the kind of indecisive person. He quickly came to his senses, picked up the porcelain bottle without hesitation, and walked to Shangguan Jing's side.

As he approached, his eyes involuntarily fell on Shangguan Jing's enchanting and charming figure.

Her skin was as white and delicate as snow, as if it could be blown away, and exuded an alluring luster.

This scene made Zhang Chenting feel dry in the mouth, and a trace of evil fire ignited in his heart unconsciously.

However, Zhang Chenting was a man of strong will after all. Just when the evil thought was about to take over,

He bit the tip of his tongue hard, and the stinging pain instantly spread throughout his body, making his mind suddenly clear and his eyes regain clarity.

After calming himself down, Zhang Chenting took a deep breath, carefully opened the lid of the porcelain bottle, and gently poured the powder into the palm of his hand.

Then, he gently and carefully applied the powder evenly on the hideous wound on Shangguan Jing's back.

Every touch was made with extreme caution, for fear of hurting her.

……