Cultivators Are So Weak in This World-Chapter 132 - 123 Origin: Part 1

The Secret Scroll Silk has been sent to another location.

However, there might still be a hand-copied version of the scroll here.

So, pretending to search for it was just an excuse; finding the possible hand-copied book was the real reason.

The elite fighters of the Black Ten Sect have almost all been deployed this time.

Heading the group is the new altar master of the Divine Dao Altar, Fu Luo.

There’s Huo Hengdong, the saber swordsman of the city, and Li Zicheng, known as Sha Mi’s Mad Saber.

Fu Luo is genuinely an eighth grade. The other two are seventh grade.

Additionally, there are numerous lower-grade experts of the Black Ten Sect, along with dozens of elite disciples.

Such a force, in the entire Tan Yang City, couldn’t be countered even if Governor Sun personally took action without mobilizing the actual garrison.

Under the watchful yet powerless gazes of the Mingjing Palace’s Daoists, the group swiftly began their search of the entire Dao palace.

Snake King took the lead. After inquiring Zhang Ying’s residence, he headed straight in that direction.

Halfway through, he suddenly flung his hand.

A flying dart shot out and precisely struck a little red bird flying through the air.

The bird fell to the ground with a thud, struggled for a moment, then went still.

Xue Jinghao bent down, picked up the Little Red Bird, and took a bamboo tube from its leg.

"A communication bamboo tube from the Golden Wing Pavilion."

He casually tossed the bamboo tube to several people behind him.

"Special envoy, aren’t you going to take a look?" Huo Hengdong, one of the two who previously encircled Zhang Rongfang, inquired.

Being controlled by the sect, if they could complete this mission, they could redeem their past and earn their freedom.

"No need, this thing is all in code. Only the insiders of the Golden Wing Pavilion can understand it."

Fu Luo squinted, taking a glance in the direction from which the Little Red Bird came.

"It came from over there."

The group spread out, maintaining a distance suitable for combat. They quickly walked towards that direction.

Chen Zhinian and other high-ranking members of the Mingjing Palace closely followed behind, monitoring their every move.

A powerful expert like Snake King, once deciding to act, could cause immense damage.

Though unable to stop them, their official positions at least kept the opposition from being too presumptuous.

Before long, the group arrived at the courtyard where Zhang Rongfang resided.

"This is the place!"

Bang!

The courtyard gate was brutally smashed and swung open by a sect disciple with a curved sword.

The observing high-ranking officials of the Mingjing Palace felt their blood boil, yet dared not take reckless action.

With the support of a provincial governor behind Black Ten Sect, even if Snake King was of a super grade, how could he dare stand against the Spirit Court?

It was precisely because of Governor Sun’s backing that they dared to act so boldly.

"The message-sending red bird just flew from here. Search it! Begin from this courtyard, and search all courtyards in that direction!"

Snake King ordered sternly.

He had received a message claiming the scroll had already been taken by the Golden Wing Pavilion and sent back to the city.

So now, the only way to earn merit was to quickly capture the potential handwritten copy of the scroll.

According to the mysterious person’s message, Zhang Ying might be a relative or close associate of Bai Ying.

Combining this with Black Ten Sect’s own intelligence, Snake King and other high-ranking members were sure that something was off with Zhang Ying.

It was likely that the informer intended to use their strength to investigate Zhang Ying.

But Snake King didn’t care. In the current Tan Yang City, combined with Governor Sun’s power, who could resist him? Who would dare to resist him?

If anyone dared to obstruct, they would kill those who block them, including ghosts and gods!

Combined with previous internal intelligence from the Black Ten Sect, he confirmed Zhang Ying’s high suspicion, leading a team to personally come to the Dao palace to apprehend him.

"Wait! This is the living quarters of my Dao Palace supervisor, and you just break in like this? Who are you!?"

One side saw a thin old Daoist, carrying a basket of wine and food, walking towards this courtyard.

This was none other than Xu Yi Daoist.

He had come to find Zhang Rongfang today to discuss the details and understanding of the Void Observation Skill together.

But upon arrival, he saw this group of people aggressively entering Zhang Rongfang’s courtyard.

"Xu Yi Junior Brother!" Chen Zhinian hurriedly stepped forward to speak and stop them.

However, it was already too late.

Fu Luo, the altar master of the Divine Dao Altar, snorted coldly, stepped forward, and lunged towards Xu Yi in an instant.

He held nothing back, fully unleashing the speed and strength of an eighth grade, far surpassing the capabilities of the sixth-grade Xu Yi Daoist.

Bam!

Their hurried clash lasted but a single exchange.

The wine and food in Xu Yi’s hands spilled to the ground, and he staggered back more than ten steps, only steadying himself with the support of two martial cultivators.

He looked at his reddened hands.

If not for his timely use of the Limit-Breaking Skill, he might have been spitting blood, collapsed on the ground from heavy injuries instead of just slightly hurt.

"You... you...!?" Xu Yi’s face turned red, and with his Qi and Blood blocked, he could barely breathe, his throat choked with anger.

"What about me?" Fu Luo chuckled lightly, "If we can’t find the culprit today, we’ll just take the lives of others in Mingjing Palace to settle it!"

"Anyway, nearby chaotic soldiers have just dispersed. Having a few infiltrators causing trouble in Tan Yang City has nothing to do with us."

The group immediately turned pale, too intimidated to utter a word.

Snake King Xue Jinghao boldly walked past them, pushing open the damaged courtyard door to enter.

But as soon as he entered, his pupils contracted.

In the courtyard that should have been empty, there was suddenly someone he didn’t know when they appeared.

The figure stood with their back facing them, white hair draped over their shoulders, an icy silver mask covering their face.

Hiss.

Two pure white short swords slid into the person’s palms.

"Silver-faced Cicada....!!?" Snake King’s whole body tensed. As someone also of super grade, he knew the true terror of the Silver-faced Cicada.

This person.... was hailed as the top expert who, in the past decade, was the most likely to touch that realm.

"What are you doing here!?" Snake King stepped back slightly, quietly letting Fu Luo and others move to the forefront.

"Just a transaction." Silver-faced Cicada turned around. The part of his face not covered by the mask was as exquisitely perfect as a sculpture, not like a real person.

His eyes held a dazed look, gazing upon Snake King and his group.

"Do you have anyone who truly cares for you?"

The group fell into a brief silence, all showing signs of apprehension.

After a few silent moments, one person suddenly spoke up.

"I’ve heard of your reputation long ago, but you’re just a lunatic. With so many of us here, what’s there to fear?"

Fu Luo snorted coldly, stepped forward, secretly gripping an explosive toxic powder ball inside his sleeve.

The other two also moved into the courtyard from the sides, semi-surrounding Silver-faced Cicada.

The three—a grade eight and two grade sevens—stared at him menacingly.

Snake King felt a little more at ease, gripping his short sword in his palm.

So many people, he refused to believe...

Swish!

In an instant, a figure appeared right in front of him.

It was Silver-faced Cicada!

White hair brushed across his face, short swords crossed.

Clang!!

The two short swords collided, emitting blinding sparks.

Silver-faced Cicada flipped, leaping into the air, body flexibility surpassing belief, slipping through the gaps between three weapons.

His dual swords, like real cicada wings, buzzed at high speed as he brushed past Snake King, turning into fleeting illusions resembling cicada wings.

The illusions vanished quickly.

Blood spurted from several places on Snake King’s body simultaneously.

In an instant, he was severely injured.

Without hesitation, he turned and ran.

These extreme realm-pursuing lunatics were nothing to mess with!

His whole body throbbed in pain, fleeing frantically without looking back. The fate of the Black Ten Sect disciples behind him was no longer his concern.

Screams echoed from behind him endlessly.

Silver-faced Cicada’s silhouette moved not fast, but with extraordinary precision.

No matter what offensive, he could dodge it with extreme accuracy.

No one could touch him.

But each of his sword strikes could easily pierce someone’s vitals.