Cultivators Are So Weak in This World-Chapter 88: Volume 86: Transmission

Thinking of this, Zhang Rongfang gently poured himself another cup of wine, bringing it to his lips.

"Drinking alone?" Suddenly, a figure in purple quietly took a seat opposite him.

It was Xu Miaotong.

This mysterious woman from the Golden Wing Pavilion remained expressionless, her skin as fair as jade.

But unlike before, although her expression remained unchanged, her eyes now looked at Zhang Rongfang with noticeable seriousness.

"What’s the matter? Has there been progress with my cultivation technique?" Zhang Rongfang raised an eyebrow.

"Originally, it should have been me teaching you, but..." Xu Miaotong’s eyes clearly showed a hint of envy.

"After updating your information, it’s been decided to change the cultivation technique given to you. Another person will personally teach you body technique and lightweight skill."

"Another person?" Zhang Rongfang had already realized that the person before him was the only Eagle Level member in Tan Yang.

For the Golden Wing Pavilion, which spanned the entire Mountain Province, the Eagle Level was considered high-level.

And now, there was actually an even higher-level figure coming to instruct him.

He couldn’t help feeling a bit curious.

"It was you behind the Black Ten Sect incident, wasn’t it?" Xu Miaotong said softly.

"How could it be possible? I’m not that powerful," Zhang Rongfang naturally wouldn’t admit it.

He had already understood that even within the Golden Wing Pavilion, members couldn’t arbitrarily view each other’s information.

Only when tasks required coordination, temporary cooperation would be arranged.

"Forget it, if you don’t want to talk, suit yourself. The people from the Black Ten Sect have found some leads already. If it was you, you must prepare quickly.

That group isn’t simple; they have numerous informants, specializing in eradicating potential threats, with some Spirit People backing them.

Of course, if it wasn’t you, then it doesn’t matter."

She paused, then continued, "I came here just to pass a message."

She reached out her hand, gently handing over an envelope with a faint peach blossom fragrance.

Then, without further words, she stood up and left the table, heading downstairs.

To outsiders, Xu Miaotong appeared like a shy girl offering her love letter to her beloved, then hastily retreated unable to hold back her shyness.

Slightly amused, kind laughter could be heard around.

Zhang Rongfang reached out, taking the letter. It was unsealed, and the letter paper inside easily slid out.

There was only an address on it.

’No. 77, Shanlan Road, eight o’clock tonight.’

Folding the letter, Zhang Rongfang remained composed, continuing to eat his side dishes, drinking alone.

Soon after, he finished his meal, stood up, settled the bill, and left.

In the afternoon, he went nowhere but stayed home to practice martial arts.

After entering the Flame Emperor Talisman, he still hasn’t mastered the Soul-Stabilizing Talisman, Primordial Talisman, and Spirit Gathering Talisman.

The Spiritual Snake Body Skill had already surpassed its limits, with all body technique cultivation techniques practiced to the extreme.

If he could obtain the lightweight skill from the Golden Wing Pavilion... then he could push his body technique to an exaggerated level.

As the afternoon turned to evening and darkness fell.

Shanlan Road in Tan Yang was the most concentrated area of music houses in all of Tan Yang.

Of the seven major music houses, five were located here.

Every night, it became a bustling, crowded place.

Wealthy guests came and went endlessly, while beautifully adorned musicians holding various instruments played enchanting melodies on the floors of the music houses.

Here, compared to brothels, was much more upscale; the musicians sold their art, not their bodies. Some were even highly accomplished in their music and lyrics, frequently performing at major events, or at the mansions of officials and nobility.

No. 77 Shanlan Road was a solitary estate located between two music houses.

Two men in black stood guard at the entrance of the estate.

Zhang Rongfang slowly stood before the door, examining the front.

The character for ’Ultimate’ was written in large letters on the door.

Black door with white characters, clear and striking.

"Master Zhang, you have arrived just in time. The master has just returned and is in the garden," the servant on the right side quietly reminded.

Zhang Rongfang was not surprised that the other recognized him. He nodded, stepped forward, and pushed the door open.

The door wasn’t the grand, heavy type; it opened easily upon a gentle push.

Inside was a lush garden.

A blend of yellow and green plants and trees.

The stone-paved paths peered through the groves, the sound of a stream flowing softly in the depths.

Zhang Rongfang followed the cobblestone path deeper into the garden.

The trail led to a stone-bricked area.

The entire area was shaped like an unfolded paper fan.

In the center of the fan, a lone figure stood.

Zhang Rongfang looked closely, finding the person somewhat familiar.

"Don’t be afraid." A calm yet slightly awkward woman’s voice emanated from the figure.

"Come closer."

Zhang Rongfang composed himself; the Golden Wing Pavilion’s powerful intelligence capabilities were beneficial for his future development.

Moreover, through the Golden Wing Pavilion, he could investigate the situation regarding his sister.

Though Zhang Rongyu was not his biological sister, but rather a kin of his former self, he felt obliged to repay the kindness bestowed upon him.

Considering these, joining the Golden Wing Pavilion posed no harm.

He paused, then gradually approached.

As he drew closer, he could finally see the person’s appearance clearly.

The figure was dressed in a white gown, with long hair reaching the waist, a silver hairband faintly visible.

Her face was unmasked.

But the stiff features immediately revealed that a disguise was used.

She appeared plain, ordinary, yet with an elusive aura.

"Have we met before?" Zhang Rongfang felt the face somewhat familiar.

"Have we?" The woman raised her hand, tucking her fluttering black hair behind her ear.

"These are not important..." her gaze landed on Zhang Rongfang. "To have struck down the Mountain Opening Daoist. To have attacked high-ranking experts of the third grade, breaking the limit-breaking skill at Qinghe Palace, and to have retreated unscathed.

Under the siege of the Black Ten Sect, you dared to boldly capture someone and break through.

You are quite remarkable."

"Thank you for the compliment..." Zhang Rongfang’s heart stirred slightly. Before coming here, he also wondered to what extent the Golden Wing Pavilion had learned about him.

Now it seems that they have truly investigated everything about him thoroughly.

Thinking back to the utterly disgraced death of the Red Dog King.

This level of intelligence capability is truly impressive....

"May I ask how to address you?" he asked in a deep voice.

"Ye Bai." The woman answered softly. "You... Uh... Where were we just talking?"

Zhang Rongfang was slightly taken aback, but before he could remind her, Ye Bai recalled herself.

"Oh, right. If I’m not mistaken, you should have just turned twenty-six this year, correct?" Ye Bai said calmly.

"...." Zhang Rongfang hesitated. "I... actually....."

"At twenty-six, reaching your current level is commendable. Quite the genius." Ye Bai nodded.

"According to the ranks within the pavilion, I will grant you Eagle Level permissions." She smiled slightly, "It’s a pity you’re a bit older, just short of entering the Spirit Level candidacy. Otherwise, you could obtain better Spirit Level body techniques."

Zhang Rongfang couldn’t hold back anymore.

"Sir, I’m actually only eighteen this year, not twenty-six."

"Eighteen?" A hint of reminiscence flickered on Ye Bai’s face, "I once thought I would forever be sixteen....."

She no longer paid attention to this aspect.

"But I..." Zhang Rongfang wanted to say something, feeling unjustly downgraded, unable to get better martial arts, naturally unwilling.

"Alright, I will stay in the Mountain Province for a week. During this week, you may seek me here every day." Ye Bai interrupted him.

At the Eagle Level, it is considered the pinnacle in every city, but to her, it was all too common.

For the entire Great Spirit, a single Mountain Province is vast beyond measure.

"Alright.... Thank you, sir!" Zhang Rongfang quickly cupped his fists.

"No need...." Ye Bai’s smile slowly faded. "By the way, can you tell me, what dreams do you have for the future?"

"Dreams?" Zhang Rongfang was taken aback.

He thought carefully. But found that he didn’t have anything worth considering as a dream.

An inexplicable sense of confusion slowly welled up in his heart.

"Do you not have any?" Ye Bai was not surprised either. "Then never mind."

Suddenly, a white shadow flashed.

Her figure, seemingly like an illusion, suddenly appeared next to Zhang Rongfang, her right hand gently resting on his shoulder.

"Let’s start with bone assessment."

As her hand pressed down, an odd force immediately pinned Zhang Rongfang, rendering him unable to move.

This force was extremely heavy and bizarre, seeming to ebb and flow, specifically targeting the force generated by muscles.

"Hmm?" Suddenly Ye Bai gave a light yelp.

"Seven Grades?? You are actually at Seven Grades??" She was visibly shaken.

Simultaneously, her fingers moved like a wheel, continuously tapping various spots on Zhang Rongfang’s body, landing on different bones.

"Incorrect! This is...??" Ye Bai grabbed Zhang Rongfang’s wrist, noticing the clear markings of the Eagle Claw Skill.

"This is low-grade limit-breaking? You base it on a Grade Three superior martial art, stacking with Grade Four low-grade martial arts? No wonder, no wonder the progress is so fast...."

"With high aptitude, practicing low-grade martial arts yields twice the results with half the effort, unfortunately...." A hint of regret flashed in Ye Bai’s eyes.

At this moment, Zhang Rongfang also snapped out of the terrifying skills of the other party, suppressing the fear in his heart.

"What a pity?"

He didn’t feel he had done anything wrong.

"What a pity, you do not realize, a person’s body has limits. The number of limit-breakings one can perform also has limits." Ye Bai said softly.

"For ninety-nine percent of people, the maximum number of comprehensive limit-breakings is nine times. A small proportion with exceptional talents can reach more than ten times. But unfortunately.... you are not one of those rare individuals."

"Are you saying??" Zhang Rongfang’s heart tightened. "I can only perform limit-breaking nine times at most??"

Ye Bai was silent for a moment, shook her head slightly.

"Wrong. Your bone limit is only eight times."

"...." Zhang Rongfang.

Ye Bai met Zhang Rongfang’s surprised gaze.

"Hmm, you can still perform a limit-breaking once more now."

"Sir..." Zhang Rongfang swallowed, "Then, is there any way to remedy this??"

Ye Bai shook her head.

"At first, you must have secretly practiced low-grade martial arts by yourself, without consulting your master, right?"

Zhang Rongfang was silent.

Indeed, this was the case.

"That is why superior martial arts are so precious. Superior martial arts, even ultimate arts, offer greater and more comprehensive enhancement without harming the body.

In comparison, low-grade martial arts lag far behind.

Back in the day, Han Yong County’s talent was commendable, yet he too perished because he didn’t use superior martial arts as his main focus, ultimately dying of heart rupture.

Han Shisan’s name still circulates in the folk martial world, regretted by many...."

Ye Bai sighed.

"Never mind, even if you obtain the Golden Roc Secret Record now, it would be of little use."

Zhang Rongfang had no words in response.

The person before him spoke with astounding confidence as if an Eighth Grade held no difference from a Grade Two or Three.

Even Han Shisan, heralded as possessing unparalleled talent, in her eyes, was merely decent.

"Well then, have you decided if you still want to learn? If not, I can exchange this opportunity for other compensation. Such as rare medicinal herbs to mend your currently damaged tendons and bones." Ye Bai said lightly.

"I.... is there really no way to salvage this?" Zhang Rongfang unwillingly asked.

"No way. You have already expended four limit-breaking opportunities on low-grade martial arts, this is an irreversible limit." Ye Bai shook her head.

"I have a body technique, the Zhenyi Sect’s Dragon and Snake Ascension Skill, it’s not low-grade, is it?" Zhang Rongfang couldn’t help but ask.

"Incomplete, it’s still considered low-grade."

"... Then what if I reach Eighth Grade in the future, what will happen?"

"You will stagnate and reach your life’s limit." Ye Bai answered gently. "But you have a decent aptitude; without limit-breaking, you may still carve out a career by solely practicing skill techniques and secret arts, which can similarly enhance a portion of your strength."