Cultivators Are So Weak in This World-Chapter 329 - 305 Vitality Part 1

Thousands of kilometers away from Citong, among the hills full of yellow earth.

A narrow river meandered through the mountain gorge.

The sky was clear with the sun shining high.

The river, like a jade belt, reflected a bright and crystalline luster, becoming the source of life for all the surrounding yellow soil ecosystem.

A few gray sheep cautiously lowered their heads to drink from the pits by the riverbank, taking advantage of a trickle of water.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a stone flew from afar, carving a sharp arc and striking the head of a gray sheep.

The gray sheep bolted, yet still lost its balance after a few steps and fell to the ground, losing consciousness.

"We have a feast again today! Excellent skill, sister!"

A pair of young figures, one tall and one short, quickly approached the fallen gray sheep on the ground.

One of them was a slender girl, her chest slightly raised, with a long, shiny black braid dangling behind her, and her skin was a healthy wheat color.

She was a young girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in gray.

Her face was just regular, and her skin was rough, clearly affected by the wind and sun of this yellow earth region.

Beside her was a little boy with a slightly larger head.

"Sis, this sheep is really big; if we take it back and slaughter it, maybe the hide can be traded for a new set of clothes!" the boy exclaimed excitedly.

"Yes, we should get father a new shirt once we’re back; he’s been talking about it for ages," the girl laughed, her eyes narrowing into crescent moons.

She picked up a stone and struck the gray sheep’s head a few more times, ensuring it was thoroughly unconscious.

This way, safety was assured.

Hoisting the gray sheep onto her shoulder, the girl prepared to head back.

"Sis! Look over there, what’s that!?" her brother suddenly shouted, pointing to something by the riverbank.

The girl turned her head in the direction he was pointing.

In the shallow water by the riverbank, there was a black object wobbling with the current.

The black object was caught by a large rock, preventing it from drifting further downstream.

The girl focused and took a closer look.

"It seems... like a person!" she exclaimed in shock.

You Shifei was ice-cold, soaking in the water, looking up at the sky.

He had no strength left.

Maybe dying here, in this river, wasn’t so bad...

He had no attachments, only a desire for survival and revenge, fighting and escaping from the people of the Golden Wing Pavilion’s Western Sect.

Injured again and again, he managed to escape each time using his exceptional body technique speed.

But this time... he might really not make it.

’Kong He the Copper-Armed Zen Master.....!’ The last name to flash in his mind.

With just one direct confrontation.

He was instantly defeated, his right arm brutally broken, unable to move.

If he hadn’t decisively used the prepared poison powder and gunpowder, making it seem like explosives to delay the opponent and escape quickly...

If it weren’t for a mysterious expert suddenly intervening to block the other side and delay for a while.

He would likely now be a corpse floating in the river.

’Golden Wing Pavilion... Western Sect.... calling me a hybrid.... haha....’

You Shifei struggled to rise, but he was out of strength.

Even opening his eyes felt exhausting.

"Look, there’s a person here?! It’s really a person!" suddenly a crisp girl’s voice reached his ears.

Blurrily, You Shifei saw a not-so-pretty young face appear in his vision under the skylight.

"He’s alive! Quick, quick! Let’s take him back to find father and treat his wounds!" the girl exclaimed in surprise.

’Is that... an angel?...’ You Shifei’s consciousness was already hazy, he thought confusedly.

’Maybe it’s just an illusion, they say when people are dying, they often experience various hallucinations....’

With a splash of water, You Shifei was dragged out of the river by someone.

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Citong·Wild Beach.

Bang bang bang bang!!

Two tall and burly figures were engaging rapidly in combat.

Hand to hand, foot to foot, elbow to elbow.

Their ferocious exchange intertwined with the sound of crashing waves, creating an unending cacophony.

Zhang Rongfang activated the dual extreme state, his body glowing red and black, appearing almost detached from an ordinary person from afar.

His veins bulged all over his body, hair flowing with the wind as he moved, reaching a limit even his spiritual veins could barely bear.

In this dual extreme state, even Kongxiang could only hold out a dozen breaths before a flaw appeared.

But Zhang Rongfang showed no such signs, as if he hadn’t even activated the second extreme state.

One Limit-Breaking Skill after another flowed from various angles towards Zuo Han.

Yet, strangely, no matter how he struck, it was like hitting a thick steel wall.

Every move was perfectly blocked and cut off.

Zuo Han stood still from start to finish, never moving.

His face was calm, but his eyes were somewhat unsettled.

The strength of Zhang Ying the Crown Prince had exceeded his expectations.

If earlier he still thought some expert behind Zhang Ying had killed Hui Jue.

Now, he no longer harbored such thoughts.

With the Crown Prince’s current strength, he was more than capable of achieving that.

In fact, up to this point, he had unconsciously utilized his full power.

Except for not using the extreme state and Limit-Breaking Skills, he had already pushed his martial arts to the limit.

Swoosh!

Forced back by the last strike, Zhang Rongfang created distance and stood firm, a large amount of sweat sliding down his skin and muscles.

He still maintained the double extreme state without canceling it.

By now, he could safely endure the dual extreme state for long periods.

Only relying on this much, it’s still not enough to make Zuo Han take it seriously.

This is the first time Zhang Rongfang truly experiences the massive gap between a Grandmaster and a martial artist below that level.

No matter how he strikes, attacks, or uses the Limit-Breaking Skill,

it’s all intercepted and crushed by Zuo Han before it reaches maximum power.

"Alright, Crown Prince, with your current strength, it’s impossible to penetrate my Absolute Defense barrier. You can’t find any weaknesses, so let’s end it here," Zuo Han said in a deep voice.

He didn’t want to overly damage the Crown Prince’s confidence.

"Continuing any further will only cause injuries that your body can’t withstand." Zuo Han said calmly.

The Crown Prince is indeed exceptional, with terrifying talent. Even he can’t defeat him instantly without using Extreme State or Limit-Breaking Skill.

To achieve this in the entire Great Spirit is already very strong.

Even some slightly weaker Grandmasters are no better.

"No rush... let’s try again." Zhang Rongfang took a deep breath, the air he exhaled was heated by his lungs.

Suddenly, he manifested the ability of dark vision in his eyes.

In his vision, Zuo Han’s Spiritual Lines and Qi and Blood networks clearly emerged.

Whoosh!

He suddenly vanished, stepping forward, charging ahead.

The Mountain-shaped Talisman belonging to the Great Dao Teaching slashed from above with a palm strike.

Bang!

The palm strike was blocked.

Zhang Rongfang’s other hand simultaneously faced off against Zuo Han’s left hand.

As if having predictive abilities, his single hand turned into raindrops, violently colliding full force with Zuo Han.

Each time, he precisely predicted the position where Zuo Han intended to strike.

Likewise, Zuo Han also precisely intercepted him in advance.

Both seemed to be predicting each other.

With a muffled sound, both retreated a step simultaneously.

Zuo Han widened his eyes, looking down at his own feet.

This is!!!??

He actually retreated!?

He was actually pushed back by someone not even at the Grandmaster level!?!

And that feeling just now.....

"Again!!" This time it was his turn to strike first.

Without hesitation, the two collided once more like cannonballs.

Fists, palms, legs, feet, knees, elbows, with each attack, both would preemptively judge and change their routes.

Prediction and prediction occurred simultaneously.

For a moment, whether Zhang Rongfang or Zuo Han,

the strength in their exchanges weakened considerably, replaced by speed.

The eruption of extreme speed.

Their flickering exchanges, trying to seize the initiative, to strike the opponent first.

The more Zuo Han fought, the more astonished he became.

This feeling....

This familiar feeling...

Bang!!! 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Finally, he forced Zhang Rongfang back with a full-force palm strike, stepping back several paces, standing firm, looking at the opponent with complex eyes.

"That’s enough!"

He had already determined enough.

The feeling just now was the unique preemptive strike of a Grandmaster.

What puzzled him was that the Crown Prince’s preemptive strike seemed only effective for his upper body attack and defense, and had little effect on leg skills.

But even so, it was already beyond his imagination.

Exactly how old is the Crown Prince now!?

Which other Grandmaster didn’t reach Super Grade, delay the decline of Qi and Blood, nearly sixty years old, before finally comprehending the preemptive strike?

Unexpectedly.... the Crown Prince, now only in his early thirties, could already reach this step....

Truly a prodigy of the ages!

Truly possessing the terrifying talent to practice Golden Toad Skill to the Chasing the Sun stage!

At this moment, Zuo Han’s face remained unchanged, but his heart surged.

He looked at Zhang Rongfang, whose entire body was crimson and whose black hair fluttered in the wind.

The golden light of the sun shone on his body, as if painting one side with a layer of gold.

At this moment, an inexplicable fiery emotion and a sense of awe welled up in him.

If the Crown Prince continues to lay low silently....

One day....

When he no longer hides, perhaps, that will be the day when the entire Great Spirit Sacred Sect is united!

To this, Zuo Han suddenly felt an unprecedented strong confidence.

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Agarwood Palace.

After showering, Zhang Rongfang donned layers of Taoist robes again, tying his long hair with a thin cord.

Stepping out of the bathroom, Zhang Zhenhai was already waiting quietly for a long time.

In the courtyard, aside from Zhang Zhenhai, there were also guards of the Taoist Palace.

Due to its excellent financial status, the guards recruited by the Agarwood Palace also enjoyed excellent benefits.

So even these selected young guards mostly reached the threshold of entering a grade.

Armed with crossbows and undergoing continuous training, their lives here were significantly better than in their previous camps.

After signing a contract with Zhang Rongfang, while being cultivated by the Taoist Palace, they were required to serve as guards for Zhang Rongfang for at least twenty years.

"Daoist, you were looking for me?" Zhang Zhenhai looked at Zhang Rongfang, puzzled.

Currently, with the Rebel Sect laying low, she had nothing much to do, so she practiced martial arts diligently every day, sparring and exchanging with Ding Luo.

Aside from feeling slightly uncomfortable watching Ding Luo showing affection daily, everything else was fine.