Cultivators Are So Weak in This World-Chapter 330 - 306 Vitality II

"Follow me." Zhang Rongfang glanced at her.

Zhang Zhenhai was still in her usual attire: a ponytail, mask, tight-fitting outfit, covered with a simple cloak for concealment.

The cloak was still marked with the symbols of Great Dao Teaching.

Zhang Rongfang headed to the study first, pushed the door open, and lit the lamp.

The room was instantly filled with a faint scent of whale oil burning.

This deep-sea whale oil was a gift from Isebas, about the size of a palm, enough for over a month with careful use.

Zhang Zhenhai looked at the open door, inside, it was empty, between the rows of bookshelves, only Daoist Zhang Ying stood there alone.

She was a little hesitant.

Although she often spent time alone with He Daozi, it was the first time during such a solitary night...

"Come." Zhang Rongfang turned back and gently beckoned to her.

"Yes. This subordinate was impolite." Zhang Zhenhai bowed her head solemnly and stepped into the room.

She paused, then closed the door behind her.

"Don’t be so serious all the time." Zhang Rongfang glanced at her, noticing she was tense, a bit nervous.

"Yes." Zhang Zhenhai nodded.

Seeing her agree verbally but still remain the same physically, Zhang Rongfang smiled a bit helplessly.

But he understood that’s just how she was.

He approached her.

"Can you let me see your hand?"

Zhang Zhenhai trembled all over, her fair skin visibly reddening.

"Yes!"

She raised her hand, gently placing it in front of herself.

Then lowered her head, not daring to look.

Although she had anticipated this day for a long time, when it really came, she was completely unprepared, totally unexpected.

Suddenly, she felt something warm and moist gently licking the back of her hand.

What was that!!?

Zhang Zhenhai didn’t dare to look, her body temperature soared rapidly, her legs trembled, nearly unable to stand and weakly collapsing.

But she held on, striving to maintain her balance.

She absolutely couldn’t show an ugly, embarrassing, impolite side in front of the Daoist!

Absolutely!!

"Alright." Zhang Rongfang’s voice seemed to drift from afar, hazy, indistinct.

He looked puzzled at Zhang Zhenhai in front of him, withdrew the warm towel in his hand, and smelled it.

A faint fragrance immediately reached his nose.

Indeed it was body scent....

Combining with Hui Jue’s previous actions, Zhang Rongfang finally confirmed in his heart.

"Zhenhai?" He glanced at the unmoving Zhang Zhenhai. "It’s done, thank you for your cooperation."

"Daoist rest assured! Zhenhai will certainly safely give birth to the child!!!"

Suddenly, Zhang Zhenhai straightened up and shouted.

Her face was flushed, her eyes blurry, her body drenched in fragrant sweat, blood flow quickened to the point of being uncontrollable.

"...!?" Zhang Rongfang looked baffled. What was she talking about?

What child!?

Outside, murmurs could be heard, obviously the guards outside were shocked by Zhang Zhenhai’s ’revelation’.

Zhang Rongfang was momentarily speechless.

He never realized Zhang Zhenhai could be so naive.... touching a hand directly jumps to the stage of pregnancy and childbirth!?

Even a hen laying an egg doesn’t happen this fast....

He wanted to explain, but seeing Zhang Zhenhai’s dreamy eyes looking at him longingly.

Suddenly he seemed to think of something, waving his hand in front of Zhang Zhenhai.

"Zhenhai?"

No response....

"Zhenhai?!"

Zhang Rongfang patted her shoulder. Applying a bit of Limit-Breaking Skill Yin Creek’s effect, it could vibrate the body, helping to smooth the Qi and blood.

Sure enough...

Zhang Zhenhai’s gaze quickly cleared up, her eyes wide as she looked at Zhang Rongfang, rapidly recalling the silly thing she just did.

Her face quickly turned from red to dark red.

Thud!

She knelt down on both knees, her face red as if it was about to bleed.

"Zhenhai....too impolite.... allow this subordinate to take leave first....!"

Bang!

Without waiting for Zhang Rongfang’s response, she had already smashed the door open, and dashed away.

"....."

Zhang Rongfang stared blankly at the door that was swung open, momentarily speechless.

He hadn’t expected Zhang Zhenhai to be so innocent.

"Daoist?"

Chen Han appeared bewildered at the door, looking toward the direction Zhang Zhenhai ran, not knowing what had happened.

"What’s the matter?" Zhang Rongfang composed himself and returned to calmness.

"Something has happened again." Chen Han said solemnly. "Young Master Xue Ji, just this afternoon, was killed by a mysterious organization, his whereabouts are unknown, everyone around him, including the expert named Chen Zhong, were all murdered, none survived."

"None survived?!" Zhang Rongfang’s expression grew serious.

That Chen Zhong was indeed a genuine Three Emptiness Grandmaster.

This level of mastery, even in places like Citong and Great Capital brimming with Martial Artists, was a top-tier expert.

Moreover, it’s highly possible that Chen Zhong practiced Spiritual Veins worship!

"Daoist, how should we handle this matter?" Chen Han asked gravely.

Zhang Rongfang pondered for a moment.

"The matter regarding Xue Ji should have nothing to do with us, the forces behind it are too strong for us to deal with... immediately contact Spirit Court Princess Yunxi and Xue Ji’s father, General Xue Chengsi.

Then, we also dispatch personnel to deploy the troops for nearby patrol and search...."

"Yes!" Chen Han nodded seriously. "Actually, ever since Xue Ji came to Citong, I’m afraid someone deliberately led him here to make a move."

"Mm, this person Xue Ji.... now we can only hope he has good fortune and divine assistance." Zhang Rongfang sighed.

Originally it should have been him making the move, but he didn’t expect someone to be even more impatient.

Now that the person is gone, they can only give up.

"Anything else?"

"Yes, an hour ago, there was a disturbance in the nearby Guanyu City. The governor, Li Hainian, was assassinated in the middle of the night.

At the same time, there was turmoil within the garrison in the city, led by someone named Chen Eshan who defected and declared a rebellion!" Chen Han quickly reported.

"Rebellion?" Zhang Rongfang closed his eyes and looked at his current attributes.

His life value had finally reached one hundred and nine.

Soon, soon...

"Lord Zhao Yanting of Citong Prefecture, Zhao, is temporarily deploying troops to suppress the rebellion.

So they sent a message, hoping the Daoist here can help stabilize the law and order in Citong, to prevent anyone in the city from taking advantage of the chaos." Chen Han continued.

"Hmm, that won’t be an issue." Zhang Rongfang suddenly recalled the rebellion led by his master, Zhang Xuan, back when he was still in Qinghe Palace.

In hindsight, such a rebellion was destined to fail from the start.

Just like now, this so-called rebellion, in the eyes of those in power, is nothing more than a farce.

Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, they can’t bear the burden, can’t bear the oppression, and must rise to resist.

To them, those who rule everything are the governors, the officials, or higher-ranking officials, who are all just like them.

Princes, dukes, and ministers, are they born of noble birth?

Unfortunately....

Those truly at the top, perhaps, are no longer considered human....

Involuntarily, he recalled his encounter with Zuo Han today.

After the battle, Zuo Han solemnly reminded him.

Apart from Absolute Defense Circle and Preemptive Strike, a Grandmaster has another incredibly powerful trump card.

That is—Terminal Form.

The Terminal Form is exclusive to those who have fused, innovated, and ascended to the peak of their martial arts.

In essence, the Terminal Form is the strongest Extreme State.

Its explosive power is generally brief, but far beyond ordinary imagination.

It’s a level unimaginable by martial artists below a Grandmaster.

Zuo Han repeatedly reminded him not to underestimate any Grandmaster.

No matter how weak he might be, once he uses his Terminal Form, he can potentially turn the tables.

And the best way is to never let him use the Terminal Form.

’If a Grandmaster combines it with the Extreme Realm... the power unleashed would be simply unimaginable.’ Zhang Rongfang could feel the overwhelming pressure just imagining it.

Absolute Defense Circle, Preemptive Strike, Terminal Form.

Combined with the absolute evasion and precise strikes like the Celestial Maiden back in the day.

Without reaching that level, even in single combat, one might not be able to touch the corner of such a formidable opponent’s garment.

Facing such opponents, regardless of how much stronger the god-worshipping martial artist’s speed and strength might be, unless they surpass by a vast margin, they would most likely be slaughtered...

Unconsciously, he thought of Kongding from the Western Sect.

Not to mention whether he could win or not, even if he could, he shouldn’t kill. Lest it draws the ire of Moloch behind him.

Fortunately, after discovering it was Zhang Zhenhai’s distinctive scent, he quickly erased all traces, so there shouldn’t be a major issue.

Looking at the flickering oil lamp, Zhang Rongfang’s heart was filled with hope for the new talent.

Strength.

He wasn’t strong enough yet.

If he had the strength to even defeat Moloch, what would he have to worry about?

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Fu Province.

Inside a deserted mountain temple.

Through a hole in the roof, a beam of pure moonlight illuminated a few figures huddled in the corner.

Cold winds gusted through the gaps in the dilapidated temple.

The walls were covered with patches of green mold and moss, emitting a choking stench.

Crack.

Suddenly, a slight sound came from outside.

The sound was like a mouse rustling through deadwood, stepping on something.

Among the shadows resting against the wall, one person was suddenly jolted awake and looked around, slowly standing up.

"Something’s wrong!"

He suddenly realized something, quickly trying to wake his companions.

But a sharp whistling sound pierced through the temple’s wall.

Clang!!

The person drew his blade to deflect the arrow.

"It’s those Golden Wing Pavilion dogs again! Quickly take the young lady and go!!"

The other shadows quickly awoke, scattered, and stood up.

The one in the middle, a graceful figure, woke up from sleep in a daze.

As soon as she awoke, she saw black-clad figures wearing black masks pouring in from all sides.

There were many of them, and in no time, they surrounded the group.

"Come with me!" The first one to get up shouted furiously, wielding the blade to strike behind him.

The wall shattered and collapsed.

Several people clustered around the graceful figure, quickly heading into the distance.

A few others remained behind to cover their retreat.

"Capture Xu Qingyou, and there’s a reward of a thousand taels of silver and a promotion by three ranks!!"

Shouts echoed around them.

The Golden Wing Pavilion members in black quickly engaged those covering the retreat.

Outside the broken temple.

Under the mask, Cheng Hui’s face remained calm, his gaze sharp, watching from afar as Xu Qingyou, one of the three major races, was fleeing.

"Xu Qingyou will not escape this time, and I’d like to see who else can save her.

What about the First Race? Have we received any updates?" he asked his deputy.

"Pavilion Master, we have roughly marked the escape range of You Shifei from the First Race. We have deployed the surrounding garrison for a carpet search." The deputy responded respectfully.

"The inspection of the Third Race must not stop; all three should proceed simultaneously. Now that we have full support from the Western Sect, if we don’t quickly achieve results, we won’t have the face to ask for further merits in the future." Cheng Hui said blandly.

"The Pavilion Master is right," the deputy replied respectfully, "If it weren’t for the Pavilion Master releasing us from the death row, our heads would have rolled long ago. Such a life-saving grace cannot be repaid."

Cheng Hui remained nonchalant; such words are to be taken lightly. His gaze fixed on the distant Xu Qingyou and others, who were close to escaping the forest land.

There were already ambushed forest troops waiting there.

"Be cautious, although the potential is high, they’re still young and not strong. Surely, there must be protective forces the Eastern Sect placed with them in the past. They’re skilled at concealing themselves, requiring a patient search," he advised.