Cultivators Are So Weak in This World-Chapter 314 - 290 Discoveries, Part 2

On the other side, inside the Rebel Sect cave.

Zhang Rongfang once again stood in front of Han Jia, holding the Global Knife.

"The heart is inherently moving...which means...perhaps what I saw before...was the dynamic of the Spirit Core that should be? Rather than dodging." He recalled the previous movement trajectory of the Spirit Core, and his heart gradually grew more certain.

"Perhaps the Spirit Core is constantly in motion, and this movement should follow a certain rule and rhythm. Like the heartbeat of an ordinary person, fixed and rhythmic."

"Moreover, there is another point. The body of the Martial Artist is not only composed of Spiritual Veins but also ordinary flesh, blood, and bones, which occupy at least half of the body. So why can these parts also be automatically restored after being damaged?"

"The flesh of these parts must have also changed, otherwise it couldn’t be so miraculous."

As Zhang Rongfang’s mind opened up, many points that were previously overlooked rapidly caught his attention.

His gaze turned to Han Jia. Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration.

"Amputation and such would lead to a small-scale Spirit Explosion. Does this mean that even the Spiritual Veins of the Martial Artist consider the limbs to be crucial, so they automatically receive huge stimulation and explode?"

"Then, by this deduction, the loss of a vast amount of flesh and bones on the Martial Artist’s body is equally important."

"Perhaps...I can also find a breakthrough point from the small Spirit Explosion when they lose flesh."

Think and act.

Suddenly Zhang Rongfang stepped forward, plunging the Global Knife into the ground and switching to the Autumn Rain Saber.

He didn’t know any knife techniques, but using the knife as a hand in a simple way could still work.

The blade flashed.

This time, Han Jia’s arm suddenly shattered, and a large amount of silver lines spurted out from the broken arm and attacked Zhang Rongfang.

But unfortunately, Zhang Rongfang was not close, he simply swung a knife from afar.

Just because the Autumn Rain Saber was too sharp and his power burst too quickly, he easily threw it at high speed, causing limb fracture.

After a large number of Spiritual Lines gushed out, they danced chaotically, unable to find any enemies, and could only shrink back in frustration.

By this time, Zhang Rongfang had already seen the signs of Spiritual Line movement through his dark vision.

"It’s now!"

He grabbed the Global Knife and stepped forward.

Clang!

The Global Knife instantly traversed the distance, slicing out a silver blade light.

Han Jia’s shoulder was cut open, a point of silver light deep inside was about to move away quickly.

But just as the Global Knife deeply sliced into her flesh, Zhang Rongfang closely watched the flow and gathering of the rest of the silver lines, automatically simulating the Spirit Core’s movement trajectory in his mind.

Though he couldn’t see the Spirit Core, he could see the other Spiritual Lines following it.

The Global Knife swiftly moved, cutting along the Spirit Core’s movement path.

The unconscious Han Jia instinctively raised a palm to strike back, but Zhang Rongfang blocked it with one hand, reversed it, and broke it down.

Similarly, he easily grasped and broke the other hand and one leg directly.

Finally, the cutting trajectory of the Global Knife was fully revealed.

The moment he saw the entire trajectory, Zhang Rongfang’s pupils contracted sharply.

What appeared before him was unexpectedly a simple blood-colored human face diagram formed by wounds!

And at this moment, the previously rapidly moving Spirit Core suddenly paused the instant the human face diagram was seen, stopping at the left side of the chest and abdomen.

In an instant, Zhang Rongfang’s mind was imbued with wisdom, the blade halted, and with full force and speed, he slashed towards it.

Clink!

A light sound.

Clear and crisp like the shattering of glass marbles, or the light strike of a bell, echoed in the cave.

All of Han Jia’s rapidly healing body wounds suddenly froze, completely stopping.

Her once blank eyes quickly lost their luster like a light turned off, fading away.

All the Spiritual Lines under her skin seemed to instantly lose vitality, all turning gray.

Accompanied by her entire being, like a deflated balloon, quickly deflated...

Thud.

A remaining bit of bone and flesh fell to the ground, making a light sound.

This tortured naked woman for a year finally completely lost her vitality.

And Zhang Rongfang stood there in a daze, looking at the Global Knife in his hand.

"Succeeded..."

"Just now...how did it succeed?" he was a bit bewildered.

The Spirit Core’s speed was extremely fast, even his continuous striking couldn’t catch up.

But why did it suddenly stop?

Just because he saw that hidden human face diagram in Han Jia’s body?

His original plan was to approach it from another angle, trying to see if he could kill the Spiritual Veins, but he didn’t expect to encounter such a change in the end.

Staring at the withered body on the ground, Zhang Rongfang fell into contemplation.

But before he could ponder the reason.

A rapid sound of footsteps came from behind.

"Young Master! The situation is critical!"

A skilled member of the Rebel Sect quickly entered the cave, his expression grim, bowing to him.

"One of our members’ identity has been discovered by the Golden Wing Pavilion. Now the person has been captured,

the crucial point is that the member has met you! I suspect the situation has been leaked now!"

"Golden Wing Pavilion?" Zhang Rongfang suppressed his initial bewilderment. "What on earth happened?! Where is Uncle Zhang?"

The joy of just unlocking the Spirit Core instantly faded away.

Ever since the Golden Wing Pavilion belonged to the Western Sect, he had not paid much attention.

Unexpectedly it jumped out at this time to brush presence.

"Unclear, but the leader has already gone over with people! The leader asked you to hurry back, and if anyone asks later, just say you don’t know anything! As long as there’s no evidence, nobody dares to do anything to you!" The skilled member of the Rebel Sect said sincerely.

"Not right, where are they?" Zhang Rongfang said in a deep voice. "I understand the Golden Wing Pavilion the best, it’s best if I go!"

This matter is very crucial, if his relationship with the Rebel Sect is exposed, what will happen is difficult to predict.

Not long ago, Chongxuan reminded him in a letter that the Spirit Court was very concerned about the Eastern Sect’s hidden treasures.

The hidden treasure was in the hands of ethnic groups.

The race belongs to the Eastern Sect, the Rebel Sect’s origin also comes from the Eastern Sect. If the Spirit Court really investigates carefully, they can find it out.

It’s just that they wanted to save face for the previous Imperial Tutor, so they turned a blind eye.

Once he is linked to the Rebel Sect,

it’s hard not to make people think about the connection with the race.

"Young Master!" Zhang Zhenhai swiftly entered the cave, wearing a black mask and tight outfit, a long saber on his back, and a row of throwing knives tied to his thigh.

"What exactly happened!?" Zhang Rongfang asked with a stern expression.

"Someone is targeting us. The Golden Wing Pavilion people were watching us to gather intelligence, but accidentally caught the brothers guarding this side.

Now I’m afraid your connection with us has been exposed." Zhang Zhenhai’s voice subtly lost its usual calm severity, clearly somewhat out of his depth.

If Zhang Ying’s identity is exposed, the race identity is also likely to be exposed.

But that is when the Spirit Court intervenes...

"Exposed?" Zhang Rongfang’s heart skipped a beat.

This day, whether it comes sooner or later, will eventually come....

From the moment he killed Princess Yongxiang and came into contact with the Rebel Sect, he knew he would be exposed sooner or later.

He just didn’t expect it to happen so quickly.

"Do you know where the Cituogang Port branch of the Golden Wing Pavilion is?" he asked, closing his eyes.

"I know!" Zhang Zhenhai trembled all over, seemingly guessing what he intended to do.

"Young Master, you....!?"

"Don’t be afraid...." Zhang Rongfang softened his voice. "I am a Daoist of the Great Dao Teaching. Without substantial evidence, they dare not do anything."

"And the evidence is nothing more than witness and material evidence."

"We will deal with the witnesses first now."

"Destroy the witnesses first, then dispose of the material evidence. By then... I’ll see who can do anything to me!"

Zhang Rongfang opened his eyes, traces of ruthlessness flashing through them.

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At a loading dock of Cituogang Port.

On a medium-sized cargo ship that had just arrived.

Knock knock knock.

The cabin door was gently knocked.

"Come in."

The brown-haired man inside threw off the blanket and sat up from the bed.

He got up and opened the door, outside stood a robust red-haired woman with a considerable waistline.

"Here’s the onion potato stew with beef you ordered." The woman handed the plate to the man.

At the same time, she passed along a note hidden under the plate.

"Thank you." The man maintained an unchanged expression as he took the plate, closed the door, put down the food, and took out the note.

He quickly scanned it with his head down.

The note was full of encrypted, strange symbols.

He needed to decrypt and translate them to understand their meaning.

Taking another piece of paper, he used a pen bit by bit to reverse-engineer the significance of each symbol.

’Discovered that the Daoist of Great Dao Teaching, Zhang Ying, was secretly meeting with Rebel Sect elites at night.’

’The Rebel Sect is suspected of being a pre-planned force set up by the Eastern Sect.’

The man’s expression shifted slightly as he read the translated content, his gaze turned serious, and he quickly burned the translated note in the flame of an oil lamp to destroy it.

Then he got up, opened the door, and left, walking along the passage inside the ship to the deck.

On the deck, a tall old man with white hair and a youthful face, a robust figure, and a rosy complexion, wearing a long coat with a white base and blue edges, a domed fur hat, and holding an iron ball, was gazing at the sea view.

This man was none other than the chief officer of the Golden Wing Pavilion’s main division in Citong, the Spirit Envoy Xiang Tiantong.

Citong had far more experts than an average city, so the Golden Wing Pavilion invested more human and material resources here.

The main person in charge here was not Black Eagle or Bai Ying but directly a top figure of the Spirit Envoy level.

"Spirit Envoy, this is the latest intelligence just received. I just decoded and reviewed it myself. It’s tricky."

"Tricky?" Xiang Tiantong frowned slightly. The person before him was Citong’s Black Eagle; intelligence he called tricky....

He quickly took the note, scanned it, closed his eyes, decrypted it, corresponding one by one.

Suddenly, his expression changed.

"Is this true?? No errors!?" He quickly asked, opening his eyes.

"Absolutely not! It was sent through the most urgent encrypted channel. And..." Just as Black Eagle was speaking.

Suddenly, a sharp sound pierced through the air, flying close.

Puff!

A sailor next to him was shot in the head and fell dead on the spot.

"Enemy attack!!"

Experts from the Golden Wing Pavilion on the ship screamed instantly.

The gong was violently struck.

At the same time, along the edge of the ship, without knowing when, several small wooden boats had already approached.

Masked experts on the wooden boats threw hook ropes, grabbed the ship’s rail, and climbed up.

"Cut the ropes!" Xiang Tiantong roared. He focused, looking in the direction of the arrow rain, but could only see squads of mysterious figures dressed in black with black scarves over their faces.

Someone on the ship at once took up a knife to cut the ropes.

But ceaseless arrow rain was thrown from afar, and most were highly precise, with many people barely taking a few steps before being shot down.

Swoosh!

At this moment, several black shadows soared like great birds, using the ropes to launch themselves straight towards Xiang Tiantong on the deck.

"Don’t let anyone from the ship escape!"

An icy voice spread across the air above the deck from an unknown location.