Cultivators Are So Weak in This World-Chapter 335 - 311 Island

A thousand miles from Citong.

The barren highland is covered in yellow soil, with scattered dry trees.

A caravan composed of large, luxurious ox carts is moving leisurely towards Citong.

On the official road, knights on fast horses frequently pass by, slowing down and avoiding the road when they encounter the caravan.

Among these knights are court messengers from the military department.

However, they dare not disturb or collide with the ox carts of the caravan.

All because the flag at the front of the caravan belongs to the West Sect True Buddha Temple, emblazoned with the words ’Great Joy Maitreya’.

The red-gold trimmed flag is continuously pulled and blown by the wind.

In the caravan, a tall middle-aged man with a handsome goatee and sharp eyes like an eagle gazes far ahead from horseback.

The man’s demeanor is steady, his face calm, deep as water, as if he wouldn’t be moved by any situation.

This person is none other than Cheng Hui, the master of Golden Wing Pavilion, who has just pursued the second humanoid Xu Qingyou. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Trailing behind him are three spirit envoys from the Golden Wing Pavilion, while the deputy pavilion leader remains in the Great Capital to maintain stability.

He personally leads the team to oversee the caravan heading to Citong.

"Master, currently we and Master Jin Yuan have divided our forces, along with Master Kongwu and Master Kongding who previously went to Citong, this small Citong suddenly gathers so many powerful experts. There are even two grandmasters present.

Even if the Eastern Sect revives, it’s quite a force. Is all this worth it for a mere third secret cache?" a spirit envoy couldn’t help but question.

"Indeed...actually, I don’t think it might be enough," Cheng Hui shook his head.

"If you knew the real target of our investigation in Citong, you’d understand whether we can safely reach there is another matter entirely."

He sighed.

"Do you know why we’ve split our forces? Why would someone as proud as Master Jin Yuan agree to such a decision?"

"Why is that?" the spirit envoy frowned and asked.

"Because..." Cheng Hui gazes far ahead, "behind that person, the power is equally vast... By the way, have you received any departure news from Master Jin Yuan over the past few days?"

The spirit envoys exchanged glances.

"No."

"We haven’t."

"Would Master Jin Yuan really be so proper as to send us a message?"

All three were at a loss.

Cheng Hui couldn’t help but be a bit angry.

"He certainly wouldn’t be so proactive, but we can proactively place people in that team’s ranks, can’t we?"

Since the last spirit envoys were wiped out, the current ones were hastily recruited from death row inmates to compensate for battle strength—they are proficient in fighting and killing, but truly inept in other respects.

"Currently, the total temple there and the Zhenyi Sect have significant conflicts in Fu Province, and both sides urgently need a large number of skilled warriors for standoff, with the risk of a confrontation ever looming," Cheng Hui stated.

"Thus, the only support we can mobilize is these few. Master Jin Yuan is nominally the overall commander, but actually, Master Kongwu is the key person who can truly decide the battle situation.

Except Master Kongwu should have already arrived in Citong, but why is there still no news?"

The spirit envoys exchanged glances again, uncertain how to respond.

Cheng Hui noticed their confusion and didn’t rely on them anymore.

He had met Kongwu years ago when he had just transferred to the Western Sect, visiting the Sea Dragon Palace and paying respects to Kongwu, who was then the Sea Dragon King—a Western Sect force as monstrous as that left a profound impression on him.

Unlike other Western Sect masters, Kongwu managed to steer Sea Dragon for years without major blunders relying not merely on martial strength.

"Hope everything goes smoothly..."

Cheep!

Just as he was pondering the situation of Master Jin Yuan’s team, suddenly a black hawk screeches and swoops down from above the team.

A Golden Wing Pavilion adept stretched out his hand, caught the hawk, took off the bamboo tube from its leg, and passed it to Cheng Hui.

Cheng Hui took it, opened the wax seal, and poured out the paper roll, unfolding it.

As soon as he saw the contents of the paper roll, his expression slightly changed.

"Master Jin Yuan’s team is in trouble!"

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On the other side.

Amidst the yellow sand, three burly figures sprinted wildly across the sand, each step kicking up dust, leaving behind deep sand pits.

Their bodies are strong, but their straight-line speed exceeds ordinary imagination.

In just a blink of an eye, they’d cross several dozen meters.

Just as the three are about to descend from a hilly ridge.

The foremost person suddenly halts.

This man is tall, with muscles like reinforced steel and bone, glistening like metal in the light. A string of grey-white stone Buddhist beads hangs around his neck.

He is none other than Master Jin Yuan leading them to Citong.

His face is grim, eyes sharply focused on a slightly narrow Yellow Stone Canyon ahead.

The official road extends through here, requiring passage through this canyon before proceeding further. Otherwise, one must climb up the cliff face, traverse mountains, and find a detour back to the road.

Therefore, this is a necessary path towards Citong.

But at this moment, standing quietly at the entrance of the canyon is a person.

The man is clad in black Daoist robes, his black hair restrained by a crescent moon hairpiece, with a cold expression, hand on sword hilt, silently waiting, for who knows how long.

"Intel was wrong." The man’s gaze fell on the lead, Jin Yuan. "The difficulty has increased significantly."

His voice cold and calm.

"There’s always a margin for error. It’s fate. I can’t prevent it; it is the Western Sect after all, predicting entirely is impossible." A helpless female voice emerged from the shadows within the canyon.

"How about it, Ming Yuan? Can you handle it? This is the sect leader’s decree; messing it up is unacceptable." She noted the opposing figures, realizing they were facing the Western Sect’s Grandmaster Jin Yuan, a far cry from the originally planned target.

"Can’t completely block it." The man said calmly.

"So that means it’s doable?" A woman’s voice asked.

"....." The man closed his eyes and remained silent.

Moments later, when Jin Yuan and the others had already reached the vicinity of the canyon.

He slowly opened his eyes.

"There won’t be a next time."

Suddenly, the man gently removed the crescent-shaped hairband from his head.

Crack.

A head of pure black hair cascaded down.

Along with it, his pupils slowly lit up with a faint silver glow.

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Xuekui Island.

On a steep path filled with forests.

Zhang Rongfang’s body was draped in a blue cloak, his burly figure occasionally blown by the wind, clinging closely to his body, revealing a silhouette.

His long hair was tied up high, and he wore a black mask, his eyes peering through it at the outside world, with a certain inexplicable hope and interest, as if this island held something he desired.

Beside him, shadows passed through the woods, rushing up the slope.

Bodies were already lying down in the forest on both sides.

Some had their necks broken, others had their chests caved in, and some were almost torn in half.

All sorts of tragic deaths were present.

Accompanying the sprinting shadows were also waves of horrified screams from the mountain.

Swish!

Suddenly, an arrow flew out from the forest ahead.

The arrow rotated in mid-air, piercing through the air, the black iron arrowhead with a faint blue poisonous coating, shot towards Zhang Rongfang’s chest.

Ting.

Zhang Rongfang extended two fingers, precisely clamping the arrow, exerted a slight force, broke the shaft, and discarded it.

"It seems our visit here is not very welcome."

Behind him, Tian Ruyi, carrying the child Zhou Xinlan with one hand, showed a look of agreement on his face.

But in his heart, he was speechless.

All the way here, they had burned, killed, and looted, not sparing anything of value, the pile of corpses their subordinates had left could stack over a hundred, how could anyone welcome them warmly?

Of course, on the surface, he naturally went along with everything, after all, whatever the Crown Prince said was right, was good.

"Crown Prince, why did we directly resort to killing? Even though the Vini Kingdom isn’t as powerful as our Great Spirit, causing a diplomatic incident... wouldn’t end well." He used to be a master of the Thousand Stone Sect, and naturally had freedom.

But now, after joining the sect, for the monthly exaggerated benefits of resources and money tilting his way, he naturally had concerns. Afraid it might affect the current happy life of the Thousand Stone Sect.

"It’s okay. It’s clear the islanders here are not good people. If they were truly good people, why would they commit such heinous acts against such a young child?"

Zhang Rongfang sighed.

"To easily resort to violence against a child, that’s not the act of a good person."

He turned to look at Zhou Xinlan.

"Look at how scared he is now?"

Tian Ruyi glanced at the trembling child Zhou Xinlan, thinking these words shouldn’t be coming from the Crown Prince.

Who exactly terrified this child so much, don’t you have any clue?

The two, along with the child, quickly climbed the path to the entrance of the Blue Divine Mansion.

At the entrance, four corpses of ghost-faced men had already fallen to the ground, long since devoid of life.

Half of the door had been violently torn off, the remaining half hung there, on the verge of falling off.

Inside the courtyard, the sounds of constant fighting could still be heard.

The worshiping masters of the Thousand Stone Sect were extremely efficient, each donned in heavy armor, and skilled in Hard Skill, practically war machines, charging through.

Standing outside the door, one could hear the continual impacts and screams emanating inside.

"Let’s go. It seems like they’ve mostly cleared it up." Zhang Rongfang held his cloak with one hand and stepped through the courtyard door.

Tian Ruyi entered carrying Zhou Xinlan.

Inside the courtyard, on the walls, on the ground, on the pillars, there was blood everywhere.

The corpses of ghost-faced men were scattered all over, they seemed to be putting up a desperate resistance.

But unfortunately, the masters accompanying the Thousand Stone Sect this time were fifteen in total, the weakest being Super Grade External Medicine. The strongest, Tian Ruyi, had already achieved Inner Law Perfection.

The crucial point was, these fifteen were all worshiped martial artists.

They had lost the potential to become stronger, their only wish now was to enjoy life, and contribute their strength for the new generation of the sect.

This group was almost all idealists.

They all hoped to see the day the Holy Sect would unify within their lifetime.

And now, the Crown Prince Zhang Ying was their only hope.

The three passed through the outer courtyard and entered the inner courtyard.

The only large building on the island was the Blue Divine Mansion.

The structure of the Blue Divine Mansion resembled the character "目".

To enter from the main gate, one had to pass through two outer courtyards to reach the final inner courtyard.

At this time, in the innermost inner courtyard, the number of ghost-faced men’s corpses on the ground had already begun to decrease.

In their place were pairs of battling ghost-faced blood god thieves and Thousand Stone Sect experts.