Cultivators Are So Weak in This World-Chapter 193: Route 179, Part 1

Zhang Rongfang sat upright on the first floor of the inn.

In the hall, a few people were already sparsely seated.

Some were having breakfast, while others were outside, casually smoking their pipes.

Before long, bowls of freshly simmered thick soup were brought to the tables.

Next, prepared bags of dry food were distributed among the people present.

The waiter held a notebook, distributing the portions of dry food to different individuals.

Soon, both the soup and a bag of dry food were placed in front of Zhang Rongfang.

He looked at the steaming hot soup, with green onions, minced meat, fatty oil bubbles, and a faint aroma of chili powder wafting to his nose.

He also opened the bag of dry food, checked it, and nodded in satisfaction.

Inside, everything had been cut into small cubes just as he requested.

He tied up the bag of dry food, let his eyes wander, and promptly located Feng Lu and Feng Xin.

The two pretty children caught his glance and returned sweet smiles.

Zhang Rongfang nodded in acknowledgment.

"Waiter." He knocked on the table.

"What can I do for you, sir?" Due to the previous incident with the bathtub, both the shopkeeper and the waiter were exceedingly cautious with him.

Fearing that even a slight displeasure would lead to trouble.

"How do you conduct business here? How could you only provide those two kids with so little?

Come on, let’s swap my big bag with theirs! They’re still young and need to eat more! The cost is on me!"

Zhang Rongfang declared, patting his chest boldly.

His bag of dry food was the largest among all.

While the two children had the smallest bags.

This caught everyone’s attention, and they burst into kind-hearted laughter.

The waiter was a bit taken aback, looking between Zhang Rongfang and the two Feng siblings.

For a moment, he didn’t know what to do.

The two children were also startled, not expecting such a situation. Their own bags of dry food naturally wouldn’t be poisoned, but .....

"Who wants to swap with you!?" Feng Lu suddenly stood up.

"Xiaolu!" Feng Keqin quickly rose and spoke in a deep voice, then turned to Zhang Rongfang.

"Brother Zhang, I appreciate the gesture, but the kids are picky eaters and might not be used to it....."

"What? Are you looking down on me, Zhang?" Zhang Rongfang suddenly stood up, his 1.9-meter frame bumping the table with a thud.

"I fancy those kids, so I offer a gesture of goodwill. What? Is the Feng family so grand that they can’t accept a bit of kindness?"

"Not only do I want to swap, but I want the kids to eat it in front of everyone!"

Zhang Rongfang grabbed the bag of dry food and boldly left the table, heading towards Feng Xin and Feng Lu.

Swish.

Members of the Feng family caravan stood up, with Feng Keqin and two other leaders blocking Zhang Rongfang’s path.

"Brother Zhang, what do you mean by this?"

Feng Keqin sensed something was amiss.

"Don’t understand my words?" Zhang Rongfang grinned. "Swap those kids’ dry food bags with mine and let them eat it in public. I’ll pretend nothing happened. Otherwise...."

"Brother Zhang, is there some misunderstanding here?" Feng Keqin’s heart skipped a beat, sensing trouble.

He understood what those two young masters of their family were usually like.

This sudden confrontation by Zhang, fearing he might have discovered something.

"Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding?" Zhang Rongfang laughed.

He looked at the shocked and furious Feng Xin and Feng Lu.

"What? Why such a big reaction over a simple bag swap?" He looked at them, "Why didn’t you act like this when snakes were released before?"

"Uncle Feng, kill him! I saw this person poison our food earlier! He’s definitely an inside man for the horse bandits!!"

Feng Lu’s face twisted fiercely, suddenly jumped up, and shouted, pointing at Zhang Rongfang.

Everyone was stunned, not having reacted yet.

"You little brat, seeking death!!" Zhang Rongfang took a swift step forward, body technique unfolding.

Bang!

He violently shoved aside Feng Keqin, rushing to Feng Lu, single-handedly grabbing her neck, then slamming her to the ground.

Boom!!

Another dull thud.

Feng Lu screamed, her body painfully smacked into the muddy ground, bones cracking alarmingly, unclear how many had broken.

She was terrified to find that this seemingly crude grab perfectly blocked all her escape angles.

She couldn’t unleash any of her Cyan Leaf Sect skills, helplessly watching herself get lifted and slammed, enduring terrible pain.

Zhang Rongfang didn’t care about this since he was currently disguised as someone named Zhang He.

With a mask concealing his face, if there was any suspicion, he’d take action on the spot to settle the issue.

After incapacitating one person, he reached for Feng Xin single-handedly.

"Spare their life!!"

"Villain, face my blade!"

Feng Keqin and the other two leaders of the caravan simultaneously filled with rage and fear, drew their iron bars, unsheathed their blade, and attacked Zhang Rongfang’s back.

"You think you trash can claim I poisoned!?" Zhang Rongfang laughed scornfully, skillfully dodging Feng Xin’s poisoned dagger, slapping him on the forehead and knocking him out cold on the spot.

Then he turned, swinging his right arm sideways, in an instant back lashing, sweeping past the wrists of Feng Keqin and the other two holding weapons.

With three crisp snaps.

The three stepped back, gripping their broken wrists in shock.

"A top-level martial artist!!" Leader Old Chen exclaimed.

Feng Keqin and Zheng Jiaxing’s faces darkened, realizing the situation was dire.

High-ranking martial artists, no matter where they are, are absolute powerhouses.

Typically, when talking about high-ranking martial artists, it refers to those of fifth grade or above.

This level is clearly distinct from those below the third grade.

In terms of strength and speed, they completely surpass the lower grades.

When martial artists confront each other, life and death are as fleeting as a moment. Being faster by a split second can make all the difference.

The so-called "one step faster, every step faster."

Not to mention the unimaginable difference in speed between fifth grade and below third grade.

Feng Keqin is nearing fifty, yet he’s only fourth grade.

And at this age, a fourth grade who really fights might not even be able to defeat a third grade... let alone this youthful and robust Zhang He.

A young high-rank... this spells trouble...!

Moreover, the master’s two children have already been knocked out, one likely seriously injured...

Several thoughts raced through their minds.

The rest of the caravan guards were already up, initially preparing to close in but soon realizing something was wrong.

Upon noticing this Zhang He is very likely a high-ranking martial artist, the guards hesitated one by one.

These days, only crossbow arrows, guns, and the like can restrain high-ranks.

But in Great Spirit, where even having a knife requires registration, the whole caravan only has a handful of people carrying knives.

The rest were armed with long sticks or iron shovels.

Not to mention bows, crossbows, and guns.

If a fight breaks out and judging by Zhang He’s recent performance, these few people may truly be insufficient against him.

"Zhang He, do you know who you injured?" Feng Keqin said with a deep voice, taking a deep breath.

"The Feng family has considerable holdings in Wushan and the Great Capital. The master’s son and daughter never provoked you, yet you attacked them viciously. This matter might not settle peacefully."

"Haha, those two little bastards released snakes yesterday, poisoned my bathwater, and today tampered with my food bag. Did they really think I knew nothing?" Zhang Rongfang chuckled coldly.

"Brother Zhang, words and actions need proof. You may be skilled, but in the prosperous martial world of Great Spirit, you wouldn’t want to be wanted everywhere, would you?" Zheng Jiaxing spoke up.

In the recent exchange, he was truly startled; in a blink, their three wrists were crippled.

This level of strength... must be at least sixth grade!

What does sixth grade mean!?

In Wushan Prefecture, this is a formidable expert overseeing industries worth hundreds of thousands of taels.

A respected and regarded family guest among the major clans.

Someone this young possessing such strength could soon make a name even in the Great Capital!

Honestly, he didn’t wish to further offend Zhang He, so he immediately spoke to ease the tension.

"Wanted? Haha, believe it or not, I could silence you all right here, deep in these mountains and forests, and no one would know.

Killing every one of you, who’d know it was me?" Zhang Rongfang laughed grimly.

He flicked his toes as he spoke, kicking a pouch from Feng Lu’s waist.

That pink bag rolled out onto the inn’s floor.

"These two little bastards dare poison me; today I cripple them. If you’re brave enough, let the Feng family come seek trouble with Zhang He. See if they dare."

Before Zhang Rongfang finished speaking, with lightning speed, he kicked multiple points on Feng Lu and Feng Xin’s bodies.

After the crisp sounds of bone breaking, even in their unconscious state, the two screamed in agony.

No one dared make a sound.

The inn’s attendants and others had long hidden behind the corner counter.

The Feng family caravan members didn’t even dare breathe.

By this time, many had figured it out.

As guards, they had somewhat noticed Feng Lu and Feng Xin raising snakes, but didn’t dare speak up earlier.

Some were even tricked and injured by the two. Seeing them severely injured on the ground now, they felt an indescribable sense of relief.

Many understood, what Zhang He said was likely true.

Feng Keqin’s face alternated between blue and white.

"Zhang He, in the end, you only suspect the master poisoned you. You don’t have evidence, do you?"

"Ridiculous, am I the government? Is suspicion not enough?" Zhang Rongfang sneered.

"If evidence is needed, why should you be the one asking!? The whole Feng family should damn well die!"

Feng Keqin was rendered speechless.

"Also, don’t think you’re the only ones who can report to the authorities! Once in the Great Capital... haha, want to pull connections, right? Fine, I’ll find some connections casually and see whether the Feng family is powerful or the Zhang family is!"

Zhang Rongfang chuckled coldly, thoroughly searching the two kids, taking their pouches and wallets, then casually scattered his own food on the ground.

Grabbed the two dry food bags from Feng Xin and Feng Lu, and walked away.

He was ultimately too kind.

Only crippling these two little bastards, shattering their bones into pulp, forcing them to spend their remaining lives bedridden.

If it were a true ruthless bandit like Dang Shanhu, no one present would return alive.

After Zhang Rongfang left, Feng Keqin quickly rushed to Feng Xin and his sister, checking their injuries.

What made his face look grim was the severe bone fractures both suffered. Going forward...

"This grudge has grown deep..." Feng Keqin’s eyes flashed with strands of heartache.

These two children were sent away to train in martial arts from a young age; now they hadn’t expected such a grave situation upon return.

Actually, he had advised them long ago, but the two children didn’t heed.

Now...

Though he lacked deep sentiments for the two children, he felt worry and pity for the master’s family.

If the martial artist is of lower rank, the Feng family might retaliate.

But what a high-rank martial artist represents, many understand.

Training to high rank requires enormous resources and connections, a vast number.

Behind every high-ranking martial artist is no simple story.

Watching Zhang He’s departing figure, he sighed inwardly. A vague anxiety gnawed, uncertain of what might unfold next.