Cultivators Are So Weak in This World-Chapter 311 - 287 Attempts Part 1

This is quite an extraordinary matter.

It’s worth knowing that Zhang Rongfang is now already a top Super Grade expert. Although he hasn’t engaged in internal arts, his entire body strength, combined with martial arts fatal moves, can even confront the Three Emptiness Spiritual Veins head-on.

It’s just that he hasn’t truly fought against a Grandmaster, so he isn’t clear on the exact gap.

At such a level, Zhang Rongfang occasionally asks questions without mentioning tier or realm.

This man with a beard can actually answer them quickly.

Furthermore, his body has now reached the human genetic limit, yet many new questions he has can also be answered by this person.

Zhang Rongfang gradually became more and more cautious about him. As they exchanged in low voices, there was an implicit sense of equal exchange between them.

During the exchange, Zhang Rongfang learned that this man’s surname is Yue, and his name is Sheng. This time he came to Citong, traveling the world to broaden his martial arts horizon and perspective.

Immediately, the two exchanged contact information for their residences.

Zhang Rongfang treated the other to a meal, chatting until it was almost dark, and it was time for his evening alchemy session, so he had no choice but to bid farewell and leave.

After Zhang Rongfang left,

that Yue Sheng leisurely finished his meal, stood up amidst everyone’s admiring gaze, and slowly walked out of the teahouse. On the way, many people approached to exchange contact information, secretly slipping him red envelopes, hoping to build a good relationship.

Yue Sheng accepted them one by one and then exchanged contact information.

Finally, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he leisurely walked to an inn not far away, went upstairs to the second floor, entered a room, and locked the door.

As soon as the door was securely locked, his expression changed dramatically, unable to suppress the joy on his face.

"I’ve made it! I’ve made it!! Hahaha! It turns out I was too honest and straightforward before! Just a little act, and the money flows in like water!!"

The beard on Yue Sheng’s face trembled wildly. He quickly took out the money he had just received from his pocket and counted it slightly.

He had only visited the teahouse once and received nearly ten taels of silver!

This was simply a windfall!

Before, he had to painstakingly stretch five taels of silver, but now, with just a bit of talk, he earned ten taels, which was unbelievably satisfying.

Sitting on the bed, he carefully counted the money more than a dozen times, ensuring he wasn’t seeing things, before letting out a sigh of relief.

Standing in front of the dressing table, Yue Sheng carefully began to remove the beard from his face, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and loosened the thick fake muscles skin suit to take a breather.

Soon, the bronze mirror reflected a beautiful, pure face with bright eyes, white and delicate skin.

"It’s too hot, too hot... I should have secretly taken another set before I left those years ago... this set is even more exaggerated than the one in the sea."

She swiftly washed the sweat from her face and neck, then reapplied disguise powder, tidied the beard, and stuck it back on again.

Finally, she dressed back into the muscle skin suit and collapsed onto the bed, unable to move.

"That man just now named Zhang Jingrong must be a skilled martial artist, and his family probably has deep pockets. Maybe I can trick some good stuff out of him before I leave."

Thinking of how she just casually boasted with him made her laugh. Many things she mentioned were picked up from her own knowledge, things her family had mentioned before, mixed with made-up stories—truths and lies intertwined, sometimes even she couldn’t tell the real from the fake.

Who would have thought that man could chat with her for so long?

"That person seems to have some reputation at the teahouse. I didn’t earn this much even when talking big at Cotton Cloud Residence before. It seems he’s someone with some fame around here. I should make the most out of it..."

Thinking of this, Yue Sheng felt happier inside.

If there’s a chance, maybe she could pull off a big con....

You see, she had at least trained as a blood-nourishing martial expert for some time. Although not in any grade, her experiences are beyond what ordinary people can compare!

Plus, her years of diligently practiced deception skills....

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Fu Province, Xin Chou Road.

Under the radiant sun, in a vast rugged yellow earth valley, a large manor built of white stone and yellow earth stood.

In the manor of about ten buildings, more than half were currently engulfed in fire and black smoke.

Thick smoke billowed, and within, armored soldiers were slaughtering many of the grey-clothed experts in the manor.

Teams of grey-clothed men were continuously cut down, falling silent in pools of blood.

At a concealed small path behind the manor,

over thirty grey-clothed individuals, surrounding three towering strong men wielding swords and shields, were retreating while fighting, continually escaping down the path.

Among the grey-clothed men, the three strong men were the most powerful.

These three were incredibly strong, armored from head to toe, wielding an iron shield in one hand and a flail in the other. Each strike could easily take down a soldier from the Spirit Court.

But even so, their bodies were already riddled with crossbow arrows and long spear punctures, bleeding profusely.

"There’s no time! If we drag on any longer, our only retreat will be cut off! Master, please make a prompt decision!"

One of the strong men bellowed lowly.

The most towering and burly man in the middle fiercely hammered back two broadswords in front of him.

He quickly turned around, through the narrow slit of his helmet, glanced at his wife and daughter who were already about to mount horses at the back door.

"All of you go! I’ll hold them off!" he roared.

"Master!?"

"If we die, we die together!!"

None of the surrounding people retreated, their entire bodies boiling with qi and blood, each of them slightly swelling and enlarging. Three of them actually entered the Extreme State.

"Since it’s come to this, let’s kill enough to make it worth it!!"

"Father!!!"

In the distance, Xu Qingyou clutched her abdominal wound, staunching the blood flow, looking towards this side through tear-blurred eyes.

"Come quickly!" She seemed to understand something, anxiously shouting.

"Xu Shenquan, you colluded with the Eastern Sect, bred human seeds, secretly armed armored soldiers with crossbow arrows, and attempted rebellion. Such crimes deserve a thousand deaths! Do you admit guilt!"

Suddenly, several figures quickly approached from not far away, leaping and using handholds, lightly landing on the surrounding walls.

Among them, a person wearing a black mask with golden threads stared intensely at the three people behind the hall.

This was the master of the Golden Wing Pavilion—Cheng Hui, who painstakingly found the second human seed after screening.

Accompanying him were two renowned Western Sect experts: Copper-Armed Chan Master Kong He and Mad Monk Kongyu.

Both were high monks with "Kong" generation from the West Sect True Buddha Temple, their skills unfathomable, and both were martial artists.

Upon hearing confirmations of the Eastern Sect human seed’s whereabouts, the most proactive was the West Sect True Buddha Temple.

Initially, they were suppressed for decades during power struggles with the Eastern Sect.

Now, fearing another rise of the Eastern Sect, it was the True Buddha Temple.

The one eyed by Cheng Hui at the rear.

He was one of the three most formidable figures. He was also the current master of Yunhai Manor, Xu Shenquan.

"I don’t know any Eastern Sect human seed, a pack of Western Sect trash, good at labeling others, but dare not challenge me in an honest one-on-one fight!" Xu Shenquan roared.

"As the honorable master of Yunhai Manor, the first in Fu Province, if you hand over the Eastern Sect human seed and willingly join the Western Sect, I can plead with the two masters to spare your life.

The two masters are revered, their Buddhist teachings profound, and compassionate. Upon earnest request, they will surely ensure your family’s safety.

But if you stubbornly resist... don’t blame me for being ruthless!" Cheng Hui’s voice was cold, yet carried a hint of threat.

"Screw you!! A pack of rabble! Lapdogs of the court!! If you’re capable, kill me face to face!!"

Xu Shenquan roared. The chain hammer in his hand smashed two Golden Wing Pavilion assassins’ spines, sending blood and flesh flying, making him appear even darker red, fierce, and domineering.

If it were other demands, perhaps he might compromise, but to hand over the human seed....

That’s absolutely impossible!

Because, the so-called Eastern Sect human seed was truly his only daughter—Xu Qingyou!

"Since you seek death, you have only yourself to blame." Cheng Hui bowed his head, respectfully greeting the two beside him.

"Please, may the two masters act."

"To personally act, even against the first in Fu Province, that’s sufficient qualification for this humble monk to break my vow...." Copper-Armed Chan Master Kongyu spoke mildly.

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Citong.

Deep in Huangjing Mountain.

Inside a cave on the cliff.

Zhang Rongfang’s figure darted forth, lightly landing and standing at the cave entrance.

"Master!"

The Rebel Sect guards greeted him.

"Thank you for your hard work." Zhang Rongfang quickly entered the cave, and the first sight he saw was Zhang Yunqi sitting cross-legged meditating.

"Uncle Zhang, any gains today?"

"Basically, it’s the usual." Zhang Yunqi opened his eyes and said. "However, there’s a piece of news you should pay attention to."

"What is it?" Zhang Rongfang seldom heard Zhang Yunqi using such a serious tone to warn him. He immediately understood something significant had happened.

"An old friend of mine passed along news that the Western Sect has preliminarily found the other two human seeds. They are currently being hunted down all over." Zhang Yunqi’s expression was stern, clearly indicating an extremely dire situation.

"Found them?" Zhang Rongfang squinted his eyes. "What’s their situation? Can we gather information clearly?"

"It’s very troublesome.... One was besieged thirteen times, severely injured and missing.

The other, hailing from Fu Province’s top martial force Yunhai Manor, but not long ago, the entire manor was wiped out, the human seed’s whereabouts are unknown, presumably still fleeing outside." Zhang Yunqi spoke solemnly.

"Actually, the information I received is already quite delayed. It’s just that the destruction of Yunhai Manor made too much noise that it had to be exposed."

"It seems the Western Sect doesn’t plan to leave any room...." Zhang Rongfang’s expression turned cold.

"In West Sect True Buddha Temple, almost all are martial artists. It can be said that apart from the Spirit Court, it is the force with the most martial artists in Great Spirit. They recruit widely from outside.

Even those who committed top-tier bloody crimes, as long as they’re strong enough and willing to submit and join, they will all be publicly declared to have converted to Buddhism."

"Such unscrupulous means to strengthen their power is a major reason for them quickly subverting the Eastern Sect." Zhang Yunqi briefly explained.

"True Buddha Temple.... It’s really hard for them to dare use this name. If there were truly a Buddha in the world, even the Buddha would glare angrily to clean house." Zhang Rongfang spoke gravely. "Such a force, without the Spirit Court’s tacit consent, couldn’t possibly develop and thrive to this extent."

"Exactly. Therefore... we must be extra cautious. If necessary, we can completely hide in the deep mountains, far from others." Zhang Yunqi suggested.

"Not urgent for now..." Zhang Rongfang doesn’t believe his master Chongxuan would abandon him. After all, besides the Eastern Sect human seed, he also holds the status of a Daoist from Great Dao Teaching.

Moreover, if truly avoiding society, once his sister’s connection is revealed, they’d suffer all the same.

So the best course is to maximize one’s power before being caught.

He glanced at his own attribute panel.

Skipping a slew of martial arts and cultivation of literature information, his gaze went directly to the health.

’Zhang Rongfang—Health 164-165.’