Cultivators Are So Weak in This World-Chapter 325 - 301 Probe Part 1

"It’s him!!"

Inside the room, the elder Chen Zhong, who was protecting Xue Ji, changed his expression. Being of spiritual veins, he was already injured in the process of fighting with the opponent.

He never expected this person would still pursue them here.

Xue Ji on the sickbed also heard the noise outside, his face changed as he struggled to get up.

"Don’t panic!" Zhang Rongfang reached out and held him down. "This is Agarwood Palace! It’s the territory of my Great Dao Teaching! I’ll handle it!" He said firmly.

Xue Ji trembled all over, looked towards him, a trace of gratitude appeared in his eyes.

But before he could take any action, Zhang Rongfang had already turned and left the room.

Squeak.

The door opened, Zhang Rongfang walked out first, looking up at the blond elder on the wall.

"This place is the territory of Great Dao Teaching. Esteemed elder, I am Zhang Ying, Daoist of the Great Dao Teaching, currently guarding Citong.

Xue Ji is already injured and has paid a heavy price. Presumably, your anger has subsided, so why not let it go and reconcile?"

"A Daoist of Great Dao Teaching?" The blond elder lowered his head to meet Zhang Rongfang’s eyes. "Daring to stand out at this moment, do you think I don’t dare to kill you!?"

"Of course you dare, I also know I am certainly not your match.

But for a mere dispute of pride, raising such a grudge, is it necessary?" Zhang Rongfang sighed.

The blond elder seemed moved, staring at Zhang Rongfang for a moment.

"You have quite the courage. With a Daoist like you, Great Dao Teaching is worthy!"

His tone softened as he winked at Zhang Rongfang.

"Alright, today I’ll give you face. Tell that Xue not to let me encounter him again, or else... heh heh!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and leapt, unfolding a pair of black wings like a bird, flying off into the distance.

Watching him leave, Zhang Rongfang felt a bit emotional.

This Yan Shenjun’s body technique is getting more proficient, thought it could only be used while jumping from high places, but now it seems quite versatile.

Returning inside, Zhang Rongfang carefully inspected Xue Ji’s wounds once more.

Suddenly, he found something unexpected.

"These leg and back wounds, shouldn’t have been caused by the same person?" He asked aloud.

"Sigh..." Chen Zhong beside him sighed, hesitating to speak.

"There’s no need to hide it." Xue Ji gritted his teeth enduring the pain. "I’ve faced many big scenes since childhood, Daoist’s selfless act, then just speak frankly."

"Yes." Chen Zhong nodded. "It’s another group, not concerning the secret sect, the ones responsible for the attack. That group is named Yin He. They have assaulted us several times. Their strikes are ruthless, origins unknown."

"Yin He?" Zhang Rongfang searched his memory, finding no organization matching that name.

"This matter needs to be notified to General Xue promptly." He said solemnly.

"No point notifying him. Don’t waste your efforts, Daoist." Xue Ji’s gaze was cold. "Furthermore, your help today, I will remember it. I will surely repay in the future!"

"You’re too kind."

Zhang Rongfang responded, slightly surprised, it seemed there were stories within the Xue family.

But he said nothing more, quickly tidying up the wounds of the two, then got up to leave.

Leaving the sickroom, returning to the Palace Master’s study in Agarwood Palace.

A short, stocky man with a sallow complexion had been waiting there for some time.

"Daoist." He clasped fists. "Originally everything was going smoothly, but midway another group emerged, attacking Xue Ji ahead of us."

"Oh? And the result?" Zhang Rongfang showed slight interest.

"That group is very strong, their martial skills varied, each strike lethal, well-trained, unlike common forces. They called themselves Yin He, likely just an alias to conceal their true identity." The man spoke softly.

He paused, continued: "Most crucially, their strikes are lethal, genuinely aiming to kill Xue Ji."

"Lethal strikes? Interesting... Seems like Xue Ji is not a blade but sent here just to die...."

Zhang Rongfang suddenly thought of a possibility. Just like Princess Yongxiang before.

Thinking of Yongxiang back then, now it seems she was also sent here to die.

From parts of Xue Ji’s wounds, he also saw that those who struck were ruthless, not intending to hold back or fear offending royals, solely aiming to eliminate Xue Ji.

Aiming for vital spots.

"Do we still need to make a move, Daoist?" The man cautiously asked.

"To be safe, continue. After disabling Xue Ji, breaking his limbs, send him to me for treatment.

Then I’ll take the chance to remove martial traces under the guise of healing, and check to ensure no chances of recovery." Zhang Rongfang nodded.

"Yes!"

The man nodded and withdrew.

Zhang Rongfang stood alone in the study.

No matter what stories or hidden details are involved with Xue Ji, with his current state and resistance, subsequent handling wouldn’t be difficult.

The current focus is still on those two from the Western Sect....

Judging from previous losses of Rebel Sect hands, their martial arts are unfathomable.

If they are allowed to investigate, trouble is bound to arise eventually.

"Kong-characters, Hui-characters... Whatever the case, need someone to probe..."

Zhang Rongfang’s fingers clenched unconsciously, in Citong now, qualified to probe those two experts aren’t many.

Nor did he want his men to die in vain...

Unconsciously, he flexed his hand, among those around him, in body technique, perhaps only....

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Three days later....

Wanghai Temple.

Hui Jue draped in white kasaya, holding a Zen staff, quietly meditating cross-legged in Wanghai Temple.

The meditation staff lay flat on his knees, and his hands were also placed on the surface of the meditation staff.

Knees, staff, and hands formed a subtle vibration between them.

Silent vibrations, coupled with Hui Jue’s silent mouth movements, seemed like a silent chanting of sutras.

At this moment, apart from him, there were only about a dozen death row criminals brought out from the Citong death prison in the temple.

After shaving their heads, they were considered part of the Western Sect, putting down their butcher knives to become Buddhas on the spot.

In this way, the martial strength of Wanghai Temple was slightly increased.

But these people might be good at killing, yet asking them to do intricate work was simply impossible.

The genuine pursuit of the Rebel Sect still relied on the intelligence gathered by the Palace Master of Agarwood Palace, Zhang Ying, of the Great Dao Teaching.

While Hui Jue engaged in Static Cultivation, he contemplated the current situation in his mind.

Up to this point.

Thanks to the oversight of the Agarwood Palace of Great Dao Teaching, there had been some achievements in capturing the Rebel Sect.

But those caught were merely on the periphery, revealing nothing of value under interrogation.

Apart from a jumble of codes and ciphers that could change at any time, nothing else was discovered.

This left him feeling something was off.

Hiss. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

At this moment, outside the walls of the temple at night, a faint whooshing sound pierced the air.

Hiss!

A second piercing sound appeared.

A shadowy figure resembling an iron tower appeared silently before Hui Jue. It was Kongding.

"Guess what I found?" Kongding’s voice held a trace of ease.

"Has martial uncle found clues to the real core of the Rebel Sect?" Hui Jue’s face remained unchanged.

The intelligence they received from Agarwood Palace only led them to peripheral figures.

It became clear relying on outsiders was ineffective.

Thus, Kongding had started patrolling the outskirts of Citong every night since several days ago.

With his strength and Body Technique, he circled the terrain around Citong swiftly in just two days.

"Tonight, at Huangjing Mountain, I discovered some intriguing things, likely left behind by the Rebel Sect. Want to check it out together?" Kongding smiled.

After searching for so many days, now even Lord Moloch had boarded the ship to West Yi.

Yet, they had barely captured any of the outer circle of the Rebel Sect.

Because they had essentially captured all there were to catch.

Now, after much difficulty, they stumbled upon some clues again.

"Let’s go."

Hui Jue felt a surge of happiness, swiftly getting up.

Without opening the door, they used a few handholds to leap over the walls, hurrying rapidly in the direction of Huangjing Mountain.

With their speed, they reached the depths of Huangjing Mountain in no time.

They stopped at a clearing once used by the Rebel Sect for martial training.

The training field was surrounded by woods, with mist enveloping the night,

"This place is fascinating. The residual indentations suggest a substantial number of people practiced martial arts here routinely.

I found this place by following the footprints and paths entering and leaving the forest." Kongding explained.

Hui Jue stepped forward, walking back and forth on the training field, as if examining something.

"Judging from the traces left, it seems there were recent activities here. The number of people involved should be between fifty to eighty."

He determined.

"Yes, it seems within the last two months, people were still present here." He added.

Then he raised his head to look at the moonlight above.

The moonlight shone through the dense forest, spreading along with the mist, creating a dreamlike and ethereal sensation.

Hui Jue’s gaze swept around, extending from the training field as the center.

"Follow me." He seemed to have discovered something.

He quickly proceeded towards another direction of the training field.

Kongding followed closely, clueless yet trusting Hui Jue to uncover something new.

Never from then till now had he been disappointed.

The two moved one after the other, passing through vast expanses of forest, soon reaching a cluster of deserted wooden huts.

Each wooden hut stood silent and still, with not a soul in sight.

Only the wind brushing through the gaps between the huts sent a howling wail.

Hui Jue casually picked a hut, broke the lock, and pushed the door open.

Inside were beds, tables and chairs, copper mirrors, wardrobes, all still in place.

"This appears to have been the living quarters of the Rebel Sect...." he said softly.

"Did you find anything?" Kongding entered and glanced around, noticing all personal belongings in the house were packed, evidently having been cleaned in advance.

"Uncertain, but given the expanse of this place, it’s impossible for every trace and hint to be completely eliminated. I will investigate slowly." Hui Jue responded.

"Very well. I’ll leave this to you. I’ll continue searching elsewhere." Kongding nodded.

"Okay."

Without further ado, they decided to conduct their search independently since they couldn’t locate the Rebel Sect overtly.

Regardless, with Hui Jue’s talent, he’d always manage to uncover something, even if the extent varied.

"Moreover, since this was once the Rebel Sect’s activity site, we could station people here on watch; we might catch someone alive," Hui Jue suggested.

"Short of personnel, those recruits can’t handle this task. Why not do it yourself?" Kongding asked.