Cultivators Are So Weak in This World-Chapter 260 - 236 The Road Ahead, Part 2

With a dull thud, Chen Han kneeled and bowed to Zhang Rongfang.

"Daoist... Ah Yi, Ah Er... they..."

His voice halted and couldn’t continue.

Despite the dark night obscuring his features, the meaning was already obvious.

"They are dead?" Zhang Rongfang was slightly taken aback.

"...." Chen Han nodded, without raising his head.

For a moment, both fell silent.

"Who... who killed them?" Zhang Rongfang’s face was grim as he asked quietly.

Although Ah Yi and Ah Er hadn’t been with him for long, people are not just grass and trees; he had already considered them his subordinates.

Now, just after a few days with Princess Yongxiang, those two were gone.

And just like Chen Han said before.

They could refuse to lend them, but Chen Han and the others dared not refuse to go.

Such is the royal bloodline.

"It was the Sect Leader of Taijing lineage... a Grandmaster of Sensing Sect...

Daoist, what should we do now?" Chen Han suppressed his voice, bowing his head to ask.

Though he had somewhat befriended Ah Yi and Ah Er during their time together, their sudden death left him feeling helpless and mournful.

He was a Spiritual Veins cultivator, not an ordinary martial artist; if he were a regular martial artist, he might escape, flee to distant lands, and conceal his identity.

But with Spiritual Veins, no matter where he goes... the Spirit Court can decide his life and death.

He cannot escape... nor can he break free.

"Trust the Commandery Princess, she will give us an explanation," Zhang Rongfang said softly with closed eyes.

Though it was Taizhenzi who did the killing, the one who borrowed them was the Commandery Princess.

Princess Yongxiang, no matter how arrogant and domineering, still has royal blood.

Unless one intends to rebel, otherwise....

Besides, he suddenly had a guess.

Is the biggest difference between the Secret Sect and Ming Sect that the Secret Sect’s god-worshipping is not constrained by the Spirit Court, hence causing turmoil?

While Ming Sect, perhaps most of the experts, are necessarily restrained by the royal family of the Spirit Court.

"Let’s go back." He said no more.

Back in his own courtyard, he looked at the cold Pill Furnace.

Zhang Rongfang’s emotions settled, the outcome of Ah Yi and Ah Er made his core resolve not to worship gods even stronger.

’I must quickly master the Golden Toad Skill to its utmost!’

At this moment behind him, he should still be followed by those two Spiritual Veins from Snow Rainbow Pavilion.

And Yan Shuang, who delivered the true copy of Golden Toad Skill, representing how Sensing Sect has been attentively watching him.

The Token might also have supervision from his Master.

Under such scrutiny, to escape this all and gain enough power to strive for freedom.

The only thing he could do was accelerate his improvement.

Sitting down in the courtyard, Zhang Rongfang gradually entered a meditative state, entering a cultivation of literature.

Even at the level of Grandmaster, martial arts cannot resist spiritual explosions, so.

Next, he focused on enhancing Golden Toad Skill, gathering other hard skill martial arts, attempting to cultivate them all.

Since he couldn’t find a proper method for now, he’d push forward blindly first.

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Days quickly passed.

Princess Yongxiang appeared once more, briefly conversed with Zhang Rongfang, expressed regret over the deaths of Ah Yi and Ah Er, compensated him with gold and silver treasures, and considered it settled.

Regarding such a resolution, Zhang Rongfang said nothing; even arguing with her would be pointless.

And Chen Han became increasingly silent, more like the Mingyuan Shishu Zhang Rongfang had seen earlier.

Zhang Rongfang sighed inwardly.

Saw Princess Yongxiang unharmed, her complexion merely looking unpleasant while otherwise unaffected.

After being asked to prepare, they would act together to encircle and annihilate the White Ten Sect.

Yongxiang then let Zhang Rongfang leave.

He was also not willing to waste words with her.

Managing collected herbs alone, processing them into suitable forms, he began refining the pills needed for the third layer of Golden Toad Skill.

The Hidden Moon of the second layer increased his attribute point acquisition speed to one point every five days.

With his Master no longer disrupting, from gathering herbs to beginning alchemy for the third layer, the efficiency was extremely high.

It was like divine assistance.

Whatever medicine he needed, it just happened to be available for purchase, his luck couldn’t be better.

Zhang Rongfang also speculated internally, whether Sensing Sect’s Yan Shuang and the others were helping.

Though unclear of their motives, as long as Golden Toad Skill improves, everything else is secondary.

With tremendous assistance, five days after unlocking the secret reserve.

Zhang Rongfang, gaining another attribute point, also successfully refined the pills needed for the third layer of Hidden Moon, the first realm of Golden Toad Skill.

Once he had the medicine the first time, he could use attribute points directly instead, avoiding long-term medicine use’s damage to the body.

In this regard, Zhang Rongfang far surpasses other cultivators of Golden Toad Skill from Sensing Sect.

With medicine prepared, all he lacks next is attribute points.

And just then, the comprehensive annihilation campaign against the White Ten Sect, initiated by Yongxiang, finally began in earnest.

Dong....

Dong...

The serene and melodious sound of bells slowly wafted from a cathedral located in the hills north of Citong.

Saint Freyan Cathedral is the largest, most magnificent, and grandest core church constructed by the White Ten Sect in the entire Citong.

At this moment, thousands of ordinary citizens gathered here, around the cathedral, devoutly praying to the white cross atop the cathedral.

The cathedral complex measures over three hundred meters in both length and width.

In the center, the cathedral hall with its red spire rising more than thirty meters high, features white sculptures of little angels, playfully adorning the rooftop, clearly visible.

Outside the cathedral hall, brown metal lines cascade down the sloping roof, from the white walls to the ground.

The numerous brown lines gather at the doors and windows, contrasting sharply with the colorful patterned decorations of the doors and windows.

The large stone pillars beside the entrance doors are engraved with colorful mythological images of the Holy Father redeeming the world, showing mercy, and bestowing all things upon the earth.

The citizens stand outside these pillars, seemingly marked by an invisible boundary line that prevents them from crossing.

"This cathedral is located to the north of Citong. Based on the surrounding estate areas, it would be easy to hide hundreds of private soldiers. Eliminating them isn’t difficult; the challenge lies in preventing their elites from escaping alive."

A few hundred meters away from the cathedral, on a dark green hill.

Princess Yongxiang, Zhang Rongfang, along with Citong’s local governor, prefect, and many other officials, stood at a vantage point, gazing into the distance at the White Ten Sect’s stronghold.

"They’ve involved thousands of ordinary citizens, and this is precisely why we must act cautiously."

"Thousands of ordinary citizens, plus private soldiers, plus the upper echelons of the White Ten Sect. An untimely move could easily escalate the conflict."

Governor Zhao Yanting remarked with some helplessness.

"No problem, I’ve come precisely to handle this affair."

Princess Yongxiang was still faintly troubled by the injuries inflicted by Taizhenzi earlier. At this moment, her pent-up anger found a focal point for release against these White Ten Sect members.

She glanced at the skilled individuals she brought this time.

Among her personal inner law Spiritual Veins, only one remains, and two external medicine Spiritual Veins, signaling a severe loss.

On the governor’s side, two inner law warriors and four external medicine warriors are already impressive for a city outside the Great Capital.

Among the Spiritual Veins is only one, a skilled spear fighter called Fushui Spear. But they have just succeeded in worshipping gods from external medicine Spiritual Veins.

Prefect Nilov still dressed as before, in official robes, with a thick white turban tied on his head, holding a cane, and his long beard dragging down to his chest.

This Huxi prefect brought an elite warrior this time, his descendant.

A strong figure, carrying two swords, dressed in iron armor, with a black scarf covering their face, balancing their blonde hair tied into a high ponytail trailing behind.

The armor seems exceptionally crafted, with exquisite patterns and layers of wave-like engravings on each piece.

This appears to be a special craftsmanship.

The prefect calls this person Ming.

Apart from the governor and prefect, Princess Yongxiang’s gaze fell on Zhang Rongfang beside her.

The Great Dao Teaching side could also contribute two elite combat forces.

Among whom was an inner law Spiritual Vein.

The previous two Spiritual Veins were indeed handy. If it weren’t for their crucial timing in blocking with her own Spiritual Veins, it would have been difficult for Princess Yongxiang to retreat unscathed.

Though the final result was mutual damage, with Taizhenzi severely injured and fleeing, at least the goal was achieved, and that’s enough.

"All Spiritual Veins present, step forward!"

Princess Yongxiang suddenly commanded.

Everyone hesitated, then one by one, stepped forward.

Zhang Rongfang’s eyelids twitched but didn’t intervene.

Chen Han behind him sighed, stepped out two steps, and stood ahead of Zhang Rongfang.

Five people in total.

One inner law and two external medicine Spiritual Veins beside Princess Yongxiang.

The governor’s Fushui Spear.

Prefect’s Ming.

Chen Han of the Great Dao Teaching.

"Later, you are to block the enemy formation first, preparing for the subsequent siege." Princess Yongxiang ordered.

Her eyes carried a coldness with a touch of ruthlessness.

"I don’t care how you do it, make sure to halt the enemy’s advance. Otherwise, regardless of your background, your lineage...if they do not die, you will!"

The five displayed a slight change in expression.

They were to risk their lives. If the White Ten Sect lacked Spiritual Veins, it might be feasible, but.....

The Commandery Princess’s order couldn’t be defied by any of them. They could only respond quietly, choking back their emotions.

Zhang Rongfang’s eyes flickered with somberness but was suppressed.

He shifted his gaze, looking behind at a regiment of Great Spirit soldiers equipped with crossbows, muskets, and shields, all ready for battle.

The soldiers here weren’t just one unit; other sides of the cathedral were similarly encircled.

Each unit was led by Ninth-Grade expert warriors.

Once, Ninth-Grade experts were considered insignificant in his current perspective.

Zhang Rongfang felt a slight contemplation.

Outside the capital city, Ninth-Grade experts already count among the elite.

Super Grade individuals were rare outside the prefectural city.

Citong could gather so many experts due to the world’s first port, among other causes.

Regardless, the main task of eradicating the White Ten Sect brought him and Princess Yongxiang here.

And it’s the primary purpose of coming to Citong.

Therefore... this battle couldn’t be avoided.

"Alright, everyone prepare to act." Princess Yongxiang raised her hand, her gaze cold.

"Archers, ready the fire arrows."

"But Princess, there are still many ordinary people here.... this..." The governor hesitated.

"The administration has been posting the crimes of the White Ten Sect everywhere for days now; under such circumstances, these individuals still gather here, choosing to align with this place!"

Princess Yongxiang’s graceful hand slashed down as if wielding a blade.

"Those who align, treat them as criminals! Kill them!!"