Cultivators Are So Weak in This World-Chapter 136 - 127 Narration, Part 1

State Governor Mansion, Tan Yang.

Surrounded by pavilions, beside rockeries.

The state governor Sun Qinghong stood with a grim expression, hands clasped behind his back, at the center.

Around him, military experts from the Thousand Households, clad in armor, drew their curved swords one after another.

These were his subordinate officers and soldiers who were usually supposed to take orders from him, but now they all pointed their blades at him.

On the surrounding walls, several high-grade experts also aimed crossbow arrows at him.

With the vision of high-grade experts, even if they weren’t as skilled as him, crossbow arrows could still pose a significant threat.

Sun Qinghong could never have imagined that Tan Yang, which he believed to be under his control, would turn out like this.

"Brother Lin Li, what is the meaning of this!?" Sun Qinghong’s gaze was sharp as a knife, staring intently at the burly figure straight ahead.

The figure was none other than the military expert second only to him in Tan Yang, the head of the Thousand Households—Lin Li.

Lin Li wasn’t usually allowed to bring troops into the city at will.

But this time, without his orders, he had brought troops to surround the state governor’s mansion!

In the Great Spirit officialdom, for such an extraordinary event to happen, there was only one possibility.

That a superior higher than him as the state governor directly ordered the deployment of troops.

Sun Qinghong couldn’t believe that the Thousand Households would betray the country.

Given Lin Li’s current status and background, he couldn’t possibly betray the country.

It would be of no benefit to him.

Lin Li, standing over one meter ninety tall, with a bear-like physique and an especially robust back. His martial skills had already reached the ninth grade.

Wearing a complete set of heavy armor, it was imaginable what damage he could inflict on the battlefield.

And the military officers of the Great Spirit were much the same; the higher they went, the larger and more robust they were. Because only with such a physique could they bear the heavier and more powerful full armor.

The usual way to deal with such a heavy tank was long-range attacks.

Unfortunately, a basic requirement for military officers in the Great Spirit was that archery must be proficient.

Many high-ranking military officers were even sharpshooters.

This was one reason why the Great Spirit was invincible on land battles.

"Both Ninth Grade, Brother Qinghong, you shouldn’t hope for luck." Lin Li’s voice was hoarse, seemingly from an old throat injury.

"Now that the Cloud and Smoke Assassins have entered the city, the entire Tan Yang is under Golden Wing Pavilion’s surveillance. You should now be aware of who is behind Golden Wing Pavilion." he whispered.

"Golden Wing Pavilion... I should have guessed." Sun Qinghong said with a grim expression. "Golden Wing, Golden Wing Roc...."

"Buddhism is split into Eastern Sect and Western Sect. Above Golden Wing Pavilion belongs to the Eastern Sect Damir the Imperial Tutor. And they have always been at odds with the Western Sect. Recently, the Western Sect is getting closer to the Esoteric Sect.

Now, you are standing together with the Black Ten Sect, which is close to the Esoteric Sect. Do you think you can still gain the trust from above?" Lin Li sighed.

"I advised you before not to get involved with the Black Ten Sect, but you didn’t listen." His eyes showed helplessness.

Lin Li and Sun Qinghong had been friends for many years. Unfortunately, the two parted ways due to different choices later on.

After realizing Sun Qinghong wouldn’t listen to advice, Lin Li decided to stay away, preferring to remain in the Thousand Households camp rather than enter Tan Yang City.

He had always avoided conflict and confrontation with his friend.

But unexpectedly, this day still came.

"Dayang Temple.... is also....?" Sun Qinghong paused, asking in a low voice.

"Dayang Temple is colluding with the Western Sect, and this disaster was inevitable." Lin Li replied.

The two fell silent for a moment.

The cold wind swept through, causing ripples in the pond, reflecting Sun Qinghong’s exceptionally grim face at that moment.

"Brother Sun.... you have long.... committed a taboo." Lin Li’s voice reached his ears.

"..." Sun Qinghong recalled the old friend Snake King from the Black Ten Sect, and couldn’t help but close his eyes slightly.

"May I ask about Snake King now...."

"He is already dead." Lin Li replied.

Sun Qinghong let out a bitter laugh, feeling slightly bitter.

"Then, how do you intend to deal with me?"

"No punishment will be executed, but the Sun family has already announced your expulsion from the family register." Lin Li also seemed somewhat reluctant.

In the world, the Martial Arts path, Ninth Grade was the highest.

However, within a city, the Ninth Grade, although considered a top expert,

in the entire continent, the entire province, or even the entire Great Spirit, the number of Ninth Grade was far more than most people imagined.

Great Spirit had four vassal states and a sovereign state.

In the sovereign state alone, there were eleven provinces.

Each province governed six to ten roads.

And within each road, there was a division between prefectures and states.

Every state governed several county towns.

So vast a territory, a Ninth Grade martial artist mightily strong, but for the whole Spirit Court, was insignificant.

And the Sun family had always been a staunch supporter of the current Spirit Emperor.

The present Spirit Emperor had attempted to abolish the people-status system, opposed by many nobles, but the Sun family had never changed its position.

"Expelled from the family register...." Sun Qinghong’s eyes dimmed.

Without the support of his family, he couldn’t have become the state governor.

Even in Tan Yang, he wasn’t the only Ninth Grade. Merak Palace, the eliminated Dayang Temple, and the current Thousand Households Lin Li were all Ninth Grade.

Why was he the only one who could be the first?

It was all due to his family.

Now.....

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Outside the Black Ten Sect, the main base, a gray-black fort made of piled stone bricks.

Teams of Black Ten Sect scimitar-wielding followers angrily shouted, searching everywhere for the detected intruder.

Bang!!

The wooden iron-clad gate burst open with a muffled bang.

The gate collapsed, accompanied by the smoke of flames, heavily crashing onto the inner ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Inside the fortress, two of the strongest and tallest men with big beards, wearing iron gloves, roared as they charged towards the gate.

They attempted to use their bodies to block the door hole that had been blasted open.

Swish!

A flash of silver and a white figure suddenly passed between the two of them.

The two bearded men staggered, clutching their throats, and fell forward.

Even though their throats were covered by thick protective leather armor, a clear bloody hole had appeared right in the middle of it.

The tough cowhide leather armor was made by layering multiple layers of tanned hide, and its increased thickness could withstand a direct shot from a normal fifty-pound longbow within twenty meters.

But here, under the hand of that white figure, it seemed as fragile as paper.

"Who is it!?"

"An assassin!!?"

Inside the fortress, Black Ten Sect experts rushed out one by one.

Most were of the fifth grade, with the highest even reaching the seventh grade. They were the pillars guarding the entire fortress.

Each one was clad in a thick, full-body leather armor with a fur collar and wore brown horned helmets, wielding heavy double-edged broadswords in both hands.

Swish!

In the crowd, the white figure that charged into the fortress was like a white line swimming in black water.

Wherever it went, all scimitar followers fell to the ground, gradually losing their vitality.

With a light leap, the white figure tapped the tip of its toe and landed on the highest wooden tower in the fortress.

The wooden tower was a watchtower, five meters high, allowing for a bird’s-eye view of all the sights within the fortress.

Only now did everyone clearly see who this white figure was.

The person was clad in white clothes and had white hair, wearing a silver mask, holding an ordinary silver long knife in their hand.

"Indeed... without an error, there won’t be deception...."

The blade quivered, shaking off the blood as they lightly leapt towards the three Black Ten Sect experts rushing in this direction.

With a shift in movement, the three of them fell like birds with broken wings, landing gently on the ground.

Thud!

A crossbow arrow shot towards the back of the white figure.

Clang.

The blade flicked the arrow away like lightning, then spun out of their hand, whistling through the air, and struck a Black Ten Sect expert who held a crossbow.

After landing, the white figure casually grabbed a scimitar, swiftly darting back and forth among the many Black Ten Sect experts, drawing a standard Z pattern.

No one could hit them.

Without a large number of crossbow firearms in the absence, melee weapons alone posed little threat to this person.

With melee, they could only threaten the enemy four to six people at once.

In other words, even if heavily surrounded, at most severe moments, it was only equivalent to facing four to six enemies at once.

The remaining numbers served only to exhaust this person’s stamina.

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Zhang Rongfang slowly awoke from unconsciousness.

He looked at the status panel that automatically appeared before him, most of the data still normal, except for his life force.

His life force had dropped from the previous 30 to the current 18.

18-18.

The upper and lower limits had both fallen by twelve points!

He tried to move but with just a slight movement of his hand, he felt a piercing, tearing pain in his forearm.

"This is terrible... I don’t know how long it will take to recover this time."

Coming to his senses, Zhang Rongfang finally had the mind to take in his surroundings.

He was lying on a wide, pure white soft bed.

The bed had a faint fragrance of flowers and grass, with no strange odors, and was very clean.

Above the bed were light blue floral-patterned curtains.

The curtains hung down, shrouding the surroundings in a semi-transparent manner.

"Young Master, you’re awake?" Suddenly, a gentle voice came from beside the bed.

As the curtains were lifted, a girl in a pink and white flowered cotton jacket with braids, looked at Zhang Rongfang with surprise and joy.

"You’ve been asleep for a day and a night! I’ll go inform the master right away!"

Without waiting for Zhang Rongfang to respond, she turned and ran out.

The door creaked open, and the figure darted out of the room, growing more distant until the sound of footsteps faded away.

Zhang Rongfang rested for a while, feeling somewhat better, before slowly propping himself up with his left hand to sit against the bed’s headboard.

With the curtains lifted, he could see more clearly where he was.

It was a clean and tidy bedroom with little furniture.

The walls were white, the floors were black, and lotus flower-basket shaped copper lamps were placed in the corners of the room.

Copper pipes hung each basket, where the lotus flower’s pistil served as the lamp holder.

Although it was clearly daytime, all the copper lamps were lit.

Moreover, for some reason, he felt the shape of those lotus flowers was somewhat strange.

Suddenly, Zhang Rongfang let out a groan, feeling as if his whole body had been trampled by a rampaging herd of rhinos, hurting everywhere.

But considering the twelve-point drop in his life force attribute, he knew he was seriously injured this time.

This was like suddenly losing nearly half his life.

It was no wonder it hurt.

Before long, two tall and strong women entered, walking towards the bed.

Both women wore black eyepatches, with pitch-black skin, clearly of African descent.

Under the command of the braided girl from earlier, they entered, approaching the bed.

"Young Master, please get out of bed to dine, bathe, and change your clothes," the girl said respectfully.

"My name is Weili, and I will be your personal female guard moving forward."