Cultivators Are So Weak in This World-Chapter 344 - 320 Pursuit, Part 2

Hoo....

Zhang Rongfang exhaled deeply, and the hot breath blew away the sea breeze in front of him, combining with the heat emanating from him, bringing a faint warmth to the beach.

"Be careful, Uncle Zuo, I’m not quite sure how powerful this state can be myself."

"No problem, don’t worry...." Zuo Han replied in a deep voice, bending his body.

This time, he didn’t act presumptuously but also let his skin flush slightly, his blood flowing rapidly, quietly entering the Extreme State.

In the Extreme State of the Thousand Stone Sect, there’s a type that purely enhances defense capabilities.

Because it is extremely restrained, this Extreme State is hard to detect when activated.

"Then.... here I come."

The last word had just fallen.

The place where Zhang Rongfang stood seemed to explode like a small bomb, with a large amount of sand and gravel being lifted up.

Bang!!!

His figure shot out with a roar, crashing into the bent and poised Zuo Han head-on.

The enormous power once again surpassed the previous levels by a great margin.

It took Zhang Rongfang’s strength to an exaggerated level far beyond human limitations.

And such a level could only possibly be reached by god-like warriors.

Zuo Han raised his arms vertically, withstanding the attack with all his might.

The massive impact made his whole body tremble, and both his feet were deeply embedded in the sand on the beach, unable to be pulled out.

For a full two seconds, the two suddenly separated.

After delivering this strike, heat surged throughout Zhang Rongfang’s body, and he quickly closed off the three Extreme States.

The consumption of this state was truly overwhelming.

But the power was indeed exaggerated.

Zhang Rongfang’s figure shrank as he lifted his eyes to look in Zuo Han’s direction.

From his angle, he could clearly see it.

On Zuo Han’s arms, which had blocked the attack, there was a clear fist mark embedded on the outer sides of both arms’ skin.

The upper half of the fist mark was on the left arm, and the lower half on the right arm.

Traces of blood and silver threads, representing damage, appeared on Zuo Han’s arms and quickly healed.

"Still couldn’t break the Absolute Defense Circle?" Zhang Rongfang frowned slightly.

"..." Zuo Han straightened his body.

"No need to be disappointed, Crown Prince." He said in a deep voice. "The power and speed are much stronger than the last exchange. May I ask boldly..... you haven’t worshiped the gods, have you?"

There was anxiety and concern in his eyes.

"Of course not." Zhang Rongfang moved his right fist, which was covered in red cuts. These were the aftermath of that punch just now.

"That’s good..... At the age of just over thirty, with such a physical enhancement, there are no more than a few geniuses in the entire Great Spirit. You don’t need to underestimate yourself." Zuo Han consoled.

"Mm, thank you, Uncle Zuo. But even after activating the Extreme State, I still couldn’t break your Absolute Defense Circle, it seems I need to continue working hard." Zhang Rongfang sighed.

"..." Zuo Han was silent.

"Alright, thanks for sparring with me, Uncle Zuo. Let’s part ways for today, I’ll come to seek you after some time." Zhang Rongfang clasped his fists and smiled.

"No need to be polite, Crown Prince." Zuo Han nodded.

Watching Zhang Rongfang swiftly turn and leave, gradually disappearing at the horizon.

Zuo Han stood quietly in place.

Raising his hand again, looking at the clear fist mark left on his arm.

He still remembered the last time he suffered such injuries was when he was hit with full force by the Black Ten Sect’s god-like Grandmaster Moses Willis.

But the problem is....

The Crown Prince hasn’t even worshipped the gods....

"Without worshipping the gods, to possess power and speed that equate to an average god-like Grandmaster..."

Zuo Han closed his eyes, carefully recalling the exchange just now.

With equalizing moves for countering enemies, the strength, speed, and physicality of the Crown Prince were already no different than those of a god-like Grandmaster.

Aside from the immortality and Absolute Defense Circle, and the ultimate form, everything else....

The Crown Prince was already not much different from a regular god-like Grandmaster....

Complex emotions surged inside Zuo Han like tides.

Less than a month, and suddenly strengthened so much, the last time he saw such a thing was when someone stepped into the Extreme Realm....

But the state of the Crown Prince obviously did not match any characteristics of the Extreme Realm.

Moreover, after the explosion of the Extreme Realm, one would still get injured as necessary.

But Zuo Han noticed that when the Crown Prince left, the wounds on his fist had mostly closed, and they were slowly healing.

Although not as strong as they were tracking god-like warriors, it was much stronger than ordinary people.

It’s not the Extreme Realm, yet the physical enhancement is so much. The self-healing ability is strong, without having worshipped the gods.

All the anomalies left Zuo Han with only one hypothesis in his heart.

"Indeed....." He breathed deeply, "Indeed, it’s the Heavenly Sent Imperial Star!?"

He believed in fate, believed in astrology, at this moment, when nothing made sense, only destiny, and astrology could truly let him understand enlightenment.

In the thirties, equivalent to the ordinary mortal body of a god-like Grandmaster....

"Even the Imperial Tutor Damir of that year did not have such terrifying natural talent!"

"Only one with such innate imperial qualities as the Crown Prince might have such terrifying innate talent."

"Because....."

He unconsciously clenched his hands.

"Because he is destined to bring unity and hope to this era!!!"

Besides the heavenly mission, Zuo Han simply couldn’t find a reasonable explanation for the Crown Prince’s performances.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a sense of mission, an epic sense of fate.

That’s it.

He, Zuo Han, had spent so many years achieving nothing.

Perhaps it was to meet and assist the Crown Prince now.

And in the future, they are destined to create a legend belonging to the Holy Sect!!

If the Crown Prince is a natural Imperial Star, then perhaps they, the god-like Grandmasters, are the natural Stars of Generals surrounding him!

Inexplicably, Zuo Han’s original hope and investment in Zhang Rongfang were, at this moment, gradually transforming into a new nature.

If before he only regarded Zhang Rongfang as the Crown Prince of the Holy Sect.

Then at this moment, he already had a feeling of destined recognition in his heart.

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A few days later.

Inside the inn.

"Still can’t make contact?" Cheng Hui frowned as he looked at the five subordinates in front of him.

These five were all expert Spiritual Envoys he had drawn from the surrounding area to come to Citong together.

But now, each of the five was injured.

Their subordinates had also suffered great losses in a matter of days?

Is Citong truly a den of dragons and tigers?

The Western Sect’s Copper Arm Monk, that is a genuine Three Emptiness Spiritual Veins expert.

Such an expert would be a top-tier authority if they were anywhere else.

Without the constraints of camp worship, a Three Emptiness Spiritual Veins member in any faction would unquestionably be among the elite.

But now...

The Copper Arm Monk had actually gone missing.

"What about Mad Monk over there?" Cheng Hui suppressed the anxiety in his heart and continued to ask.

"Mad Monk has already found the two who were monitoring and protecting Zhang Ying, but..."

One of the subordinates hesitated a bit.

"But what?"

"But those two from Snow Rainbow Pavilion gave up supervising Zhang Ying half a year ago.

When Mad Monk found them, the two were having an ’unrestricted meeting’ in a brothel..."

"..." Cheng Hui was at a loss for words.

He had heard that Snow Rainbow Pavilion’s environment was extremely frugal and harsh, and many commanders who emerged were hedonistic, with twisted personalities.

Now it seemed to be true...

"What about the people investigating the docks?" he asked again.

"They disappeared...." said a Spiritual Envoy bitterly, "We lost contact yesterday afternoon...."

Cheng Hui was silent; although he had anticipated that things would be tricky here,

he hadn’t expected it to be this tricky....

He waved his hand weakly, signaling for the group to leave.

"Find a way to contact Mad Monk and ask him to return quickly, and not to act alone. Let him know about the Copper Arm Monk."

"Yes."

The five hurriedly exited.

Leaving Cheng Hui alone in the room, closing his eyes in deep thought.

Suddenly, he thought of something.

"Wait, all of you return, there’s one more thing you need to do!" he called out anxiously.

The five Spiritual Envoys who had just left quickly filed back into the room.

"What’s the matter, Chief?" the leader asked in a deep voice.

"Collect the information on...." Cheng Hui was about to speak when his pupils suddenly contracted as he looked at the people in front of him.

"No, where’s Zheng Kai!?"

Just now, there were five Spiritual Envoys, but now there were only four standing before him!?

"Zheng Kai?" The four were taken aback and quickly looked around.

But there was no trace of Zheng Kai among them. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

He had just been reporting, then went out, and when they came back in, it hadn’t even been half a minute.

But one person was missing!?

No one had noticed anything strange!?

"Go!!" Cheng Hui sprang up, turning to leap out of the window.

With a bang, the window shattered.

He spread his bionic wings, gliding from the third floor of the inn into the distance.

At the moment he left,

a black shadow darted out from outside the inn room.

The black shadow swept its arms horizontally.

Two Spiritual Envoys attempted to block but were deftly avoided by the shadow, who casually touched their foreheads.

The two instantly fainted, collapsing to the ground.

The shadow hunched, swiftly charging at the remaining Spiritual Envoys.

With just a few simple moves,

three Spiritual Envoys were silently struck at their weak points and fell unconscious.

"All taken care of?" Zhang Yunqi walked briskly into the room.

"Yes, they’re all Golden Wing Pavilion Spiritual Envoys." The shadow turned, revealing Zhang Zhenhai’s slender figure hidden behind a mask.

She had now reached the peak of External Medicine, advancing rapidly with ample resources at her disposal.

Essentially, at the External Medicine stage, it was a matter of continually taking medicine; as long as one’s body had enough potential, talent, and adaptability, one could keep progressing by consuming more.

Once reaching Internal Arts, progress would slow down again.

"Well done." Zhang Rongfang stepped into the room at a leisurely pace.

Compared to the people from Thousand Stone Sect, Rebel Sect’s intelligence capabilities were extremely formidable.

The members of Golden Wing Pavilion had been in the area only a few days before being discovered by Rebel Sect members hidden among the populace.

Thus, the people from Thousand Stone Sect were suitable for direct assaults and extermination.

While in intelligence and investigation, Rebel Sect was unrivaled.

Now, the two forces under Zhang Rongfang’s command had gradually defined their own roles.

"It’s a pity Cheng Hui reacted too quickly; by the time I came in, he was nowhere to be seen," Zhang Zhenhai lamented.

"Cheng Hui is here too?" Zhang Rongfang’s brows furrowed slightly. "That guy is nicknamed the Golden Wing Roc; it’s no surprise he runs fast. No worries...there will be more opportunities."

"But..." Zhang Zhenhai wanted to say something more.

But Zhang Rongfang raised a hand to stop her.

"It’s okay," he said with a gentle smile, "as long as he’s still in Citong, he won’t escape from my grasp."