Cultivators Are So Weak in This World-Chapter 126 - 118 Heart’s Choice, Part 2

In the dead of night, only the occasional carriage passed through Tan Yang City.

From afar, the melodies from the music pavilion continuously drifted over, mingled with bursts of coquettish laughter.

Two figures, one chasing and one fleeing, quickly arrived at the front of a pawnshop at the street corner.

"You can’t escape, put down the item!" Qingsu said coldly.

In terms of running, her body technique was evidently slightly faster than the other’s.

In no time, the two of them exchanged hurried strikes for several moves. The figure was eager to escape but kept getting entangled by her.

Seeing that time was dragging on, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. He dropped the box, spread his arms, and engaged in full combat against Qingsu.

The figure’s moves were complete and his actions were bold, with his arms serving as the base, his offensive and defensive powers were much greater than Qingsu’s.

Overall, he was evidently at the Ninth Grade level.

After he dropped his burden and launched a full attack, Qingsu was noticeably struggling.

In their routine exchange of moves, Qingsu misjudged her force for a moment.

Additionally, the countering techniques in the Golden Roc Secret Record were few, and her own practical experience leaned more towards surprise attacks and assassinations, rarely confronting head-on like this.

At this moment, a slip in force immediately exposed a flaw.

Bang!

The figure landed a strike on her left shoulder, forcing her back several steps.

After pushing Qingsu away, the figure picked up the box and turned to run.

"Don’t think you can escape!!" Qingsu still wanted to chase.

Suddenly, her steps halted, and she bent down low.

Whoosh!

A black flying dart whizzed over her head and embedded slantwise into the wooden door of the pawnshop behind her.

If she hadn’t noticed just now, she might have already....

Startled at heart, Qingsu hurriedly chased after the figure in front.

Suddenly her steps halted again, her eyes fixed straight ahead.

The figure had also stopped by now, slightly clasping his hands towards another person in a black robe.

"Messenger!" the figure said in a low voice.

"Is this the evidence you mentioned?" the messenger asked gently, their voice somewhat androgynous.

"Precisely." The figure quickly responded.

"Go ahead. I’ll handle this little girl." The messenger’s gaze fell on Qingsu, revealing two black cross-shaped flying darts in their hands.

Swish!

The messenger suddenly lunged forward, moving so fast that Qingsu couldn’t react in time.

By the time she came to her senses, her opponent had already leaped out from the shadow on the right, silently hurling a dart straight at her chest.

When Qingsu bent to dodge the dart and straightened up again, there was already a second dart before her.

The second dart was caught in a slender black hand, thrusting at her from just half a meter away.

No time left!!

Qingsu’s balance was unstable, making it impossible for her to dodge a second time.

Watching the silent black dart, fear welled up in her eyes.

Countless thoughts and countless ideas flashed but shattered like bubbles.

Hiss!

The dart suddenly halted in front of Qingsu’s eyes.

The tip was a mere finger’s width from her eyelid.

The messenger quickly turned, blocking with the dart in his hand.

Boom!!!

With a heavy impact, a silver wheel spun rapidly, crashing directly into the front of the dart.

The sharp teeth grinded against the black dart.

The two forces collided and neutralized each other.

The messenger flung with all his might.

The spinning silver wheel embedded fiercely into the wall on the side.

He panted slightly, looking towards the direction the silver wheel had come from, his eyes filled with gravity.

"Who are you....?!"

On the other side of the street.

A burly figure clad in a black robe, without a known time of arrival, stood under the shop’s eaves.

"Not bad."

The burly figure gently lifted his black robe, revealing a towering figure beneath a black mask.

"Unfortunately, appearing before me has already sealed your fate."

Whoosh!!

In an instant, the figure stepped forward, causing the ground to crack.

Boom!!!

He shot forward, crossing the street in the blink of an eye, reaching for the messenger with a palm.

The large hand in the darkness resembled a marble statue, with clear lines and immense sturdiness.

"Flame Emperor Talisman."

"Innate One Qi!!"

With a rumble.

The hand came down on the hastily lifted dart of the messenger.

The dart broke and fell.

The messenger’s arms ached intensely, his legs rooted firmly into the ground, but the immense force dragged his boots, drawing two black lines.

A carriage happened to pass by on the street.

The horse was startled, neighed, and raised its front hooves high.

The carriage flipped over.

The messenger’s body slammed into the wall, rolling to avoid the pursuing palm.

Boom!

The wall bore two large holes.

"Return to Source!" the messenger roared.

The sound resonated, like a great bell, causing his muscles and Qi and Blood to accelerate.

He raised his arms, releasing a series of darts.

But all the darts missed.

The burly figure that had been right in front was now nowhere to be seen.

"On the side!!" the messenger realized, but it was already too late.

He lowered his elbow, attempting to block.

But the elbow was brushed aside, and a fierce pain surged from his waist.

"You!!??"

Before he could finish speaking, he was seized by the waist and slammed downward by a pair of big hands.

Boom!!

With a broken waist, the last dart slipped weakly from the messenger’s hand, bouncing a few times, lying quietly on the black stone slab.

Zhang Rongfang released the almost bisected corpse, raising his head to look into the distance.

The shadow carrying the box was already nowhere to be seen.

"He ran quickly enough."

He turned to the pale-faced Qingsu.

"Are you alright?"

"No worries... my lord... this..." Qingsu looked at the envoy who was already out of breath.

"Who exactly is this person?"

With her Fourth Grade body technique specialization, she couldn’t withstand even two moves in front of him. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

It was evident how strong this person was.

At least Sixth Grade or above.

Even a Fifth Grade wouldn’t have defeated her so quickly.

After all, her main skill was body technique, and her Fourth Grade speed was similar to many Sixth Grades who didn’t specialize in it.

But that person just now...

Could defeat her so swiftly.

This meant that either he also specialized in body technique and was a higher-level expert.

Or he was a high-grade expert far above her level!

"No need to worry about his background. Since he dared to probe my depths, it means someone is suspicious of me."

Zhang Rongfang said calmly.

"Since they are suspicious, let’s explore the depths today."

"If the water is deep, retreat and come back."

"If the water is shallow..."

His eyes suddenly deepened.

"Then let them understand, my things are not that easy to take..."

Swish.

Qingsu’s vision blurred, only to be shocked to find the figure already gone.

She hurriedly took a few steps forward, and only with the moonlight, she could see a vague silhouette gradually disappearing at the end of the distant street.

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Zhao Tianming sprinted all the way, ignoring the situation behind with the envoy. Whether the envoy could stop Bai Ying, he had no confidence in his heart either.

But the box in his hand was definitely the key to his success this time.

He analyzed Bai Ying’s identity connections from various clues.

Convinced that Bai Ying was very likely related to Zhang Ying, he sneaked into Zhang Ying’s house.

As soon as he found a suspicious box and was about to unlock it, Qingsu found him.

This only reaffirmed his belief that he had found the right person.

He immediately ran with the box.

He circled around a dark, flat-house area, turning and hiding in alleyways to conceal himself.

Zhao Tianming suddenly paused, stopping in place.

At the exit of the alley in front of him, a burly figure slowly emerged from the wall side.

It was Zhang Rongfang, who had detoured to come here.

He had been working in this area for so long that he was already extremely familiar with it.

Moreover, having now broken through to the Ninth Grade, his senses were sharp.

He blocked the opponent’s route in advance.

"Hand over the item. Spare your life." Zhang Rongfang said coldly, his figure almost blocking the entire alley entrance.

Zhao Tianming stepped back two steps, and the eyes under his mask suddenly narrowed, looking behind Zhang Rongfang.

"Stop him for me!" he shouted in a low voice, accelerating his retreat.

"Do you think I’d fall for that?"

Zhang Rongfang advanced to give chase.

Suddenly he felt a sharp wind behind him.

He reached back with a grab.

Bang!!

His claw gripped down on the scimitar stabbing from behind.

In an instant, two shadows wielded knives from left and right, slashing at him from behind.

Each burst of knife light was either blocked or dodged by Zhang Rongfang, continuously neutralizing them.

"Who are you!?" He swiftly executed moves with both hands, constantly defending against the two men’s relentless slashes.

Their blade skills were continuous and formidable, like fast tides, making it hard to breathe.

Moreover, the style seemed vaguely familiar to Zhang Rongfang.

Suddenly, a thought sparked in his mind.

"Black Ten Sect!?"

"Holy Fire!" Suddenly one man’s knife light gathered.

Buzz!!

In an instant, the knife light surged, like a silver curtain falling down.

Strangely, as the knife light fell towards the air in front of Zhang Rongfang, it even sparked with fire.

Zhang Rongfang withdrew, grabbing a piece of the wall with one hand, and flung it forward.

A large piece of rubble was slashed open by the knife light, yet a few pieces penetrated and forced the pursuer to pause.

In the moment that his knife light halted.

Zhang Rongfang’s figure darted forward like a ghost, brushing past him. He turned, rushing towards the other person.

"Shrinking Step."

He spread his arms like a great bird, his muscles rippling and bulging.

"Heavy Mountain!!!"

Boom!

That person was struck by a tremendous force, sliding more than a meter on the ground before stopping.

His hands tightly gripped the knife handle, but his arms trembled continuously, clearly indicating that the previous impact had almost rendered his hands useless.

He suddenly looked up, only to find no silhouette before him.

"Who are you looking for?"

Suddenly, a ghostly silhouette appeared behind him.

Bam!

He raised his knife to slash, but his wrist was grabbed from behind.

"Holy Wind!!" The Limit-Breaking Skill was rapidly unleashed.

But unfortunately, it was too late.

With a puff sound.

A claw gripped his throat from behind.

"Release him! Otherwise, tonight, you will surely die!!"

At the other end of the alley.

A thin figure wrapped in a black cloak trimmed with silver swiftly approached.

Behind the figure, a squad of Black Ten Sect scimitar followers, led by a rank of experts, charged towards Zhang Rongfang.

From beneath the cloak of that thin figure, a small purple-black snake slowly emerged.

The small snake crawled along his shoulder, coiling around it.

"Snake King?" Zhang Rongfang’s gaze fixed on this person.

"Golden Wing Pavilion?" The Snake King lifted his face, his slightly red eyes appearing as crimson and eerie as snake tongues.

"Since when has a mere Bai Ying dared to be presumptuous in front of me?"

An ominous golden dagger slowly slid from the sleeve under his right arm beneath the cloak.