Cultivators Are So Weak in This World-Chapter 327 - 303 Estimation Part 1

Hoo...

Zhang Rongfang let out a long breath, touching the edge of the mask, the cold metal texture calming him a little.

Standing by the seaside, gazing into the distance.

The late night sea resembled a sheet of black oil. Only a bit of moonlight reflected from afar, silvery and thick.

During the recent confrontation, he used the highest multiplier mountain he could utilize for the first time.

Even now, his right arm remains in a state of tear-inducing pain, with evident damage to muscles and blood vessels.

However, he did not care.

Under the nearly two hundred life points, his current recovery power is incredibly horrifying.

Raising his hand, he can see the tiny cracks on the skin of his palm left from intense collision, slowly closing and repairing.

This exaggerated recovery power has reached a visible-to-naked-eye level.

In less than ten minutes, the injury on this arm is estimated to fully heal.

Then the dead blood expelling from the body, the damaged tissue dying, and new flesh growing again.

He recalled the moment just now when using the tenfold mountain.

The extreme explosion of power brought about extreme speed.

At that moment, his attack speed was so fast that even he couldn’t control it, couldn’t see it clearly.

He couldn’t even feel the presence of his palm at that instant, until it was over did the pain and tearing feedback return.

"It seems this move can only be used as a core ace. Using it once, one arm is wasted for a short time."

Moving his arm, Zhang Rongfang clearly felt his right arm was extremely sluggish, able to barely move.

"My current power clearly overwhelms the Three Emptiness Spiritual Veins, but against a Grandmaster, who knows what the performance would be."

What he can confirm now is that Kongding is absolutely a Grandmaster.

But he has never truly fought with a Grandmaster, so he couldn’t grasp the real strength, and how the fight would look.

A Grandmaster is said to have no flaws, no weaknesses.

And what about himself?

If he has a fatal flaw or weakness he hasn’t discovered about himself.

According to rumors, facing a Grandmaster head-on could lead to deadly results.

Moreover, once making a move, if the Grandmaster notices the problem, and he can’t perfectly assassinate them, then the result would...

This is also his key reason not bringing people to besiege Kongding.

’Back when Sensing Sect’s Grandmaster Taizhenzi was besieged by so many experts, he still left only injured.

Now my strength and influence, when mobilized, may not necessarily be stronger than Princess Yongxiang and her subordinates at that time.’

"Still can’t rush... wait a little longer... wait a little longer..." until life’s reaches two hundred...

He lowered his hand, turned around, and returned in the direction of Agarwood Palace.

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"What!? Master Hui Jue is dead!?"

Inside Agarwood Palace.

Zhang Rongfang knocked over the teacup beside him, his expression unable to suppress the shock, standing up instantly from his seat.

He stared fixedly at the exhausted-looking Kongding across.

"Master Kongding, are you sure, you’re not joking with me?"

"I also wish it was just a joke." Kongding let out a long breath, eyes sharp, "From Hui Jue engaging the other party to being killed, it didn’t exceed thirty moments. I had originally agreed to wait nearby, so as soon as I received a transmission, I would immediately support. But who knew....

Too fast... really too fast..."

He still couldn’t imagine that even with all his strength, facing Hui Jue, he may not be able to achieve this time.

Thirty moments!

If without a super explosive skill, it’s basically impossible to kill a Three Emptiness Spiritual Veins with Grandmaster potential this quickly.

Kongding recalled the exaggerated blood hole on Hui Jue’s chest, understood the perpetrator surely mastered an incredibly terrifying explosive power technique.

He raised his head, eyes full of bloodstains, stared at Zhang Rongfang.

"Daoist Zhang Ying, I know your former origin from the Eastern Sect’s Golden Wing Pavilion, have had conflicts with our Western Sect, but now in this matter, if you can fully assist, investigate the mastermind, consider me owing you a great favor in the future!!"

Zhang Rongfang paced back and forth a few steps, brows tightly knit.

After a short time, he suddenly stopped.

"Master, it’s not that this humble Daoist is unwilling, but I too am clueless. Currently, the clues we can find are minimal, and the Rebel Sect seems to have long departed Citong, hiding themselves. To find one, we must wait for them to reappear, begin activity before acting."

He paused, then continued: "However... there is still a thought."

"What thought?" Kongding’s expression shifted, swiftly asking.

He and Hui Jue, one was obsessed with martial arts, highly martial. The other was agile-minded, astute in work.

Their pairing compensated each other’s shortfalls, enhanced their strengths.

Now Hui Jue is dead, he can kill, but solving puzzles... totally not adept.

At present no clue, but after returning, he still cannot face Hui Jue’s master.

Helpless, he could only turn to the most agile-minded, wide-information coverage person around him.

Namely Daoist Zhang Ying from Great Dao Teaching who has been striving to assist them.

"Master Hui Jue was formidable in strength, actually counting the entire Citong, very few could kill him in a short time. If we could screen one by one..." Zhang Rongfang proposed.

"The entire Citong.... what if there was fluidity? Given Hui Jue’s prowess, probably only a Grandmaster could accomplish..." Kongding gravely spoke. "But is there a Grandmaster in Citong?"

"Why not? How did Princess Yongxiang die back then?" Zhang Rongfang suddenly replied.

Taizhenzi!

A name suddenly flashed through Kongding’s mind.

"Impossible, Taizhenzi is from the Sensing Sect, and considering his stance, he couldn’t have struck against Hui Jue...."

"What if it was a passing grandmaster? Or perhaps a coordinated effort by many?" Zhang Rongfang speculated.

"A passing grandmaster is possible....a coordinated effort is impossible. I found no signs of a fight at the scene. It happened in an instant."

Speaking of this, a profound caution flashed in Kongding’s eyes.

It reminded him of those Extreme Realm grandmasters.

"However....such traces strongly resemble the techniques of those Extreme Realm grandmasters." He whispered.

"Hmm? Extreme Realm grandmasters?!" Zhang Rongfang was taken aback. "Master, why do you say this? To my knowledge, even the Extreme Realm wouldn’t surpass our limits, right? Extreme Realm doesn’t constitute martial arts masters; their power shouldn’t be that strong."

"You likely haven’t been in contact with the Extreme Realm. This group indeed lacks super recovery; their constitution isn’t strong, nor is their mind particularly clear.

But....once they cross into the Extreme Realm...their control over their bodies reaches a very high level. They can employ more extreme techniques and weapons, release their body’s potential briefly, and unleash significant power. However, they get injured afterwards."

"Oh?? Is there such a thing!?" Zhang Rongfang’s heart was stirred, curiosity arose. Isn’t this somewhat like liberating the body’s limits?

News from previous times when a mother in a burst of adrenaline could lift a small car. This is precisely that feature, isn’t it?

"So, I’m suspecting that this matter is highly likely done by an Extreme Realm grandmaster! The injuries on Hui Jue are consistent with traits of an Extreme Realm, an Extreme Law person!" Kongding’s face was gloomy.

"So, this matter is highly likely due to the presence of an Extreme Law direction grandmaster nearby."

"Extreme Law?" Zhang Rongfang heard this term for the first time and was curious to ask about it.

But Kongding didn’t want to elaborate.

He suddenly stood up.

"The death of Hui Jue will be reported truthfully to the True Buddha Temple; this matter no longer can be resolved as lightly as before.

Two members of the Three Emptiness Gods have died consecutively; Citong must provide an explanation!"

"Master, you mean...!?" Zhang Rongfang solemnly asked.

"Mobilize the stationed army, sweep and search all suspicious people; those who use such explosive techniques will certainly have injuries on their hands even if they are of the Extreme Realm, preventing short-term recovery. So...." Kongding thought this increasingly feasible.

Unconsciously, he glanced at Zhang Rongfang’s hands, intact.

"Whatever support you need, I am duty-bound!" Zhang Rongfang promptly stood up, earnestly said.

"Thank you, Daoist!" Kongding nodded seriously.

The two then quickly began to discuss how to check and respond in the future.

Soon after, Kongding left Agarwood Palace.

After Kongding left, Zhang Rongfang also stood up, changed clothes, instructed Chen Han to handle other matters, then donned a human skin mask, changing identity, and leisurely descended the mountain.

After killing Hui Jue, relying solely on Kongding is impossible to uncover the truth.

This person doesn’t possess the keen perception of Hui Jue, nor is his mind as clear.

Thus, he can now more comfortably delay time.

Upon reaching the mountain foot, Zhang Rongfang took a vehicle to a stone tablet shop within the city.

The shop was located in a remote area and had little business.

Deep inside the somewhat dim shop, a tall figure with a burlap apron in hand, wielding a chisel cautiously tapped the designs on the stone tablet with a hammer.

"Old Zuo, you finally opened the door." Zhang Rongfang saw this person and a trace of relief flashed in his eyes.

After waiting for so long, this Sect Leader of Thousand Stone has finally returned to Citong.

Upon discerning that Kongding too was a grandmaster, he wanted to personally test the difference between grandmasters and Three Emptiness.

But amongst the grandmasters he knew, there was only Zuo Han.

So.....

"Is there a matter, Young Master Jing Rong?" Zuo Han put down the chisel and hammer, looked somewhat complexly at Zhang Rongfang.

Initially, he only wanted to observe, guiding Thousand Stone Sect to covertly support the other side.

This way, the entire Thousand Stone Sect wouldn’t have excessive contact with the other side, making future engagements and detachments easier.

But unexpectedly, how long had it been? Many experts of Thousand Stone Sect were unable to withstand the corrosion, gradually swayed over.

Now, it’s almost tied with Agarwood Palace.

Though the Sensing Sect also has numerous branches that have pledged allegiance to various major forces.

Nevertheless, Zuo Han always refused such tendencies.

But now....

Had it not been for the past two months during which the basic disciples in the sect had rapidly advanced due to consumption of pills, and various auxiliary conditions increased pace far beyond before.

Zuo Han might even regret getting involved with Zhang Ying prematurely.

"Old Zuo, it’s not easy to find you for a class. This time, I’m in trouble." Zhang Rongfang sighed, "Are you free now? Shall we have a chat somewhere else?"

Zuo Han paused in silence, knocking on the table.

Immediately, from the back of the shop, someone lifted the curtain and walked out. It was a tall, handsome, radiant young man.

The young man was well-built with even muscles, and his eyes were bright and spirited, with a remarkable flow of qi and blood.

"Watch over the shop; I’m going out for a bit."

"Alright, Dad," the youth quickly responded.

Zuo Han looked at Zhang Rongfang, reaching out with an introduction: "This is my little daughter, Zuo Ying. If you encounter trouble later on, I hope the young master can lend a hand."

"Of course!" Zhang Rongfang earnestly agreed. The girl has the appearance of a boy, causing him to involuntarily glance more.

The two left the shop one after the other.