Cultivators Are So Weak in This World-Chapter 313 - 289 Discoveries Part 1

Great Capital·Celestial Treasure Palace.

Before one of the palace gates, Zhang Qingzhi was laboriously helping some young Daoists transport the newly arrived medicinal herbs.

Box by box, the medicinal herbs exuded a strong fragrance as they were unloaded from the ox cart, ready to be distributed throughout the Dao Palace for everyone’s use.

The sun was shining brightly. With the current development of the Great Dao Teaching improving, more and more people were ordering herbs from Zhang Qingzhi.

The number of disciples entering the Celestial Treasure Palace was increasing, making his business flourish.

After all, whether practicing martial arts or the Cultivation of Literature, a good amount of medicinal herbs was needed to assist in alchemy.

"Senior Brother, all the goods have arrived, please check." The young Daoist responsible for delivery stepped forward and handed him a checklist.

"Alright, thank you very much, this was truly hard for you." Zhang Qingzhi smiled warmly.

"No, not at all."

"Xiaozhi, Brother!" Suddenly, a graceful figure quickly approached from afar.

It was a beautiful girl with almond-shaped eyes and fair skin, possessing a cute and charming face.

The girl wore a slightly modified Kun Dao Daoist skirt, her figure curvaceous, leaving a faint scent of sachet as she walked. Elegant like a pure white flower in sunny weather.

"Xiaohao, you came?" Zhang Qingzhi smiled with an uncontrollable joy, taking the initiative to greet her.

"Xiaozhi, Brother, has the Red Jade Celestial Fragrance Pill I ordered last time arrived? You promised me."

The girl is Lin Qianhe, who grew up with Zhang Qingzhi as childhood friends.

She indeed is top-notch in appearance and figure, her eyes secretly carrying a hint of innocence, while her words and actions exude a sense of cute cleverness, like a neighborhood sister that one can’t help but want to get close to.

"Yes, yes, they’ve arrived long ago, I just didn’t get a chance to deliver them to you." Zhang Qingzhi tried hard to control his breath, to avoid another awkward stammer.

He quickly took out a black jade bottle, palm-length, from his clothes’ inner pocket, labeled with the name of the pill.

"I asked a very proficient senior brother to help refine it, the effect is absolutely genuine!" He explained in a soft voice.

"Really!!" Lin Qianhe’s eyes widened with delight, she originally just wanted to try her luck to see if she could get this precious pill from Zhang Qingzhi.

But unexpectedly, this guy really managed to get it!

This kind of pill, even her father had a limited amount in his hands, is a great aid to the cultivation of literature because of its complex refinement and time-consuming effort, often having a market value but no availability.

"Xiaozhi, Brother, you are so good!! Ahhh!!" Lin Qianhe unabashedly rushed forward and hugged Zhang Qingzhi’s arm.

The softest part of her body intentionally or unintentionally pressed against him.

Zhang Qingzhi’s face instantly reddened, his whole person quickly stiffened, with a rush of hot blood in his mind, feeling his whole body heated.

At that moment, all the sounds around him faded away, leaving only the soft feeling on his arm. It captured all his attention.

At this instant, he suddenly felt that all the effort spent in the past two months, the money spent asking people for help, the constant search for needed materials, and all the painstaking effort were worth it.

He didn’t know when the soft feeling suddenly disappeared.

Zhang Qingzhi slowly regained his senses from a dazed state, watching the petite figure waving goodbye joyfully with the medicine in hand.

He decided that he wouldn’t wash his arm for the next week!

The graceful figure gradually moved away until it completely vanished.

Zhang Qingzhi was still standing there, motionless.

At this moment, the sun shone brightly, birds chirped, and the white flowers of the Celestial Treasure Palace bloomed again, with fragmented petals occasionally fluttering in the wind.

Looking at the peaceful Celestial Treasure Palace, the busy yet fulfilling Daoists, and the solemn chanting in the distance.

Zhang Qingzhi suddenly felt everything was so beautiful, so beautiful....

Practicing the Cultivation of Literature at leisure, busy most times earning money, refining medicine, and looking forward to meeting Xiaohao every day.

He could feel that Xiaohao and he were getting closer step by step, ever closer.

Xiaohao trusted him more and more, and whenever she felt unhappy, she would come to him to confide.

Whenever she encountered difficulties, she always came to him first for help.

She trusts him so much...

Just like when they were kids, pure and flawless....

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Sizzle!!

Once again, he pierced Han Jia’s heart expressionlessly.

Zhang Rongfang’s face was cold, suddenly retreating, holding his knife firmly.

Bang!!!

Another muffled sound rang, silver spiritual lines flew like silver snakes, instantly expanding to a radius of thirty meters.

Zhang Rongfang quietly positioned himself at the edge, watching the silver sphere.

This was the sixth time the spirit explosion occurred.

Almost....it’s almost there....

He exerted his eyesight, carefully observing Han Jia’s body surface.

After a turbulent swing of numerous silver lines, they began to retract.

As the spiritual lines retracted.

Zhang Rongfang simultaneously leaned forward, gripping tightly the 天下刀.

"Almost saw it....almost, almost....!"

His eyes tightly focused on the place where many spiritual lines converged.

Suddenly, a flash of blade light.

He drew the knife at full speed, slashing diagonally forward.

Sizzle!

The great knife fiercely sliced open a dramatic bloody cut on Han Jia’s left shoulder, exposing the writhing flesh and silver lines beneath.

Beneath the flesh, a silver gleam rapidly began to move in Zhang Rongfang’s vision.

Yes!

It moves!!

Not only does it move, it seems to be avoiding! Avoiding the blade.

Zhang Rongfang’s blade relentlessly follows the silver light, slicing through Han Jia’s body.

But unfortunately, the silver light disappears into the depths of the flesh.

"No... it’s too fast. With just this much vision, you can’t see some of the deeper parts, can’t keep up.

If even I can’t keep up, then there’s no need to mention others..."

He sheathed his knife and looked at the now completely unconscious Han Jia. He waved a hand to knock him out.

What Zhang Rongfang didn’t notice was that the silver light within Han Jia was indeed moving, but it was tracing a fixed trajectory, sketching a bizarre human face pattern.

Disappointed, he left the pit, and outside, Zhang Zhenhai, who had been waiting for a long time, offered a bottle of chilled watermelon juice.

"Thank you for your hard work," Zhang Zhenhai said quietly, a bit shyly.

"Thank you." Zhang Rongfang replied with a smile.

Today, Zhang Zhenhai seemed to have dressed with extra care.

A black fitted cloak, black mask, brown chest armor, tight brown belt, matched with a black fitted short dress underneath, with a faint bronze cloud pattern at the hem of the skirt.

The overall look seemed restrained, with a hint of hidden sensuality.

Especially the high chest armor which clearly attracted attention, and the fair and delicate skin between the short skirt and black boots that couldn’t be ignored.

Getting closer, one could smell a faint lychee-scented perfume.

"Is there anything else?" Zhang Rongfang asked after appreciating and having no other thoughts, noticing Zhang Zhenhai hadn’t left.

"Well.... this... this is for you!" Zhang Zhenhai offered a small white silk bag with both hands and then quickly turned around and ran off.

Zhang Rongfang looked at her figure in astonishment, picked up the silk bag, and gently opened it.

Inside was a small, pure gold saddle.

The saddle was intricately carved, with a large character "An" engraved on the side.

"Is this a gift?" Zhang Rongfang felt a slight emotional stir in his heart.

In this lifetime, apart from family, no one had given him such a personal gift before.

"Young master, it’s a festival today..."

Not far away, a member of the Rebel Sect, who had been guarding, finally couldn’t bear it anymore and reminded him aloud.

"A festival?" It suddenly dawned on Zhang Rongfang...

Today is the Great Spirit’s annual Double Leaf Festival.

Similar to Valentine’s Day in a previous life...

And giving him a gift on this festival, Zhang Zhenhai’s intentions were obvious.

Unfortunately....

Before gaining the strength to contend with the Martial Artists of the divine worship, he hadn’t planned on settling down.

He carefully put the golden saddle back and kept it. This sentiment, he could only temporarily let down.

Zhang Rongfang quickly left the cave; he needed to find Yue Sheng again for guidance.

That person was mysterious and unpredictable, perhaps he knew something more.

Soon, he returned to Cotton Cloud Residence.

Yue Sheng was inside, feasting on tea snacks.

Various cakes, braised meat, nuts, fruits, you name it.

The cost, of course, was charged to Zhang Rongfang’s account.

"Brother Yue."

As Zhang Rongfang entered, he walked straight towards Yue Sheng.

"You’re here, sit! Have some food with me," Yue Sheng pointed to the seat opposite him, saying heartily.

"I can’t eat... I’ve encountered some trouble, and I’ve come specifically to consult Brother Yue," Zhang Rongfang sighed.

"Feel free, feel free. Tell me, I won’t guarantee an answer, at most just give you some advice," Yue Sheng chuckled, "After all, in this vast world, I’ve only been to a few more places, seen a little more, and know just a drop in the ocean."

The more humble he was, the more Zhang Rongfang believed in him.

"It’s like this, last time, Brother Yue mentioned that all things have a heart, but what if the heart also moves? I can’t capture it...."

"Isn’t the heart supposed to move?" Yue Sheng curiously retorted, "I might not understand other things, but I only know that, due to different constitutions, everyone’s heartbeats should be different. Some people even have their hearts on the right side, don’t they?"

Is the heart supposed to move?

Zhang Rongfang squinted his eyes, suddenly as if he thought of something.

Supposed to move....

Moving.....

As his vitality continuously increased, his entire body’s senses had gradually become more acute.

He felt.

Apart from not breaking through the human limit, all his senses had reached the pinnacle of human capabilities.

Of course, the only qualitative change was in vision.

Listening to Yue Sheng’s words at this moment.

Zhang Rongfang felt as if something in his heart flickered and was gone, just a little bit and he could grasp it.

"What’s wrong, Brother Zhang?" Yue Sheng looked at the daydreaming Zhang Rongfang curiously, waving his hand in front of him.

"Nothing." Zhang Rongfang snapped out of it, quickly stood up, and clasped his fists. "I suddenly remembered something I need to handle. Brother Yue, count this meal as on me. I’ll take my leave first. Until we meet again!"

"Eh?" Yue Sheng wanted to say more, but saw him turn around and leave without any delay, within a few steps disappearing through the teahouse door.

He scratched his beard in confusion, shook his head, and continued to eat.

"Ah, waiter, bring me another pot of Black Cloud Osmanthus Tea!"

"Coming, sir, but you’ve already had the fourth pot... about that bill...?" The waiter at Cotton Cloud Residence looked at Yue Sheng a bit helplessly and with horror.

Helpless as this guest hadn’t paid yet.

Horrifying as he had eaten nearly twice the amount of food as a normal person. Wasn’t he afraid of being stuffed to death?

"No worries, no worries. Brother Jing Rong said to put all the meals on his tab!" Yue Sheng waved his hand nonchalantly.