Cultivators Are So Weak in This World

Chapter 600: 562 Final Four_2

"This is a shop opened by the noble Spirit People. Are we going in?" Ran Xinyue reminded in a low voice from the side.

"Afraid?" Zhang Rongfang countered.

"A few noble Spirit People are naturally not enough to scare me, but this is the Great Capital. If we’re not careful, it could attract the city guards and those experts from the great noble families. Even the Earth Mother could arrive in no time," Ran Xinyue said seriously.

"You should know, with the speed and body technique of a Grandmaster or even a Spirit General, it doesn’t take much time to traverse the entire Great Capital."

Zhang Rongfang smiled slightly.

He was the first to walk into the shop with his hands behind his back.

The shop was named Changxin Pavilion. There were no attendants to greet customers, and the counters were arranged in a square pattern in the wide hall.

A few beautiful women were introducing items in the counters to the customers who had just entered.

Each item had a small wooden sign with a price that would be unimaginable for ordinary people.

Zhang Rongfang walked casually to a counter and knocked on the surface.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Is your Manager Hengsha here?"

The woman was taken aback but quickly replied.

"He is. And you are...?"

"Go inform him that an old friend is visiting. Use this as proof." Zhang Rongfang took out a black carved jade pendant from his sleeve and handed it over.

The woman took it and examined the jade pendant closely.

"Please wait a moment." She quickly turned and walked toward the small door behind the counter.

Zhang Rongfang waited calmly on the spot, with a faint smile still on his face.

He had come personally to verify the truth of what his sister Zhang Rongyu had said.

And here, he had a third-generation bloodline provided by his subordinate bloodline as an insider.

This was the shopkeeper he had just mentioned.

However, it didn’t take long before Zhang Rongfang’s smile froze.

He sensed that the blood aura belonging to the same origin behind the shop was swiftly moving away.

"Interesting, have they recognized me? Or is this actually a trap?"

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!!

All the windows and doors around them were suddenly pierced, and black arrows shot through the shop windows, landing on the ground inside.

Boom!!!

Fiery explosions erupted instantly, engulfing everything around.

The arrows’ hollow insides were filled with ignited explosives.

There were still some real customers inside the shop, who were now completely ignored. Some were pinned down on the spot, while others barely managed to escape behind the counters with the help of guards.

Zhang Rongfang raised his large sleeve in front of him and grabbed Ran Xinyue with one hand.

"We’ll talk outside."

His toes touched the ground, and in an instant, his body shot out like an arrow.

With a crash, a wall of the shop collapsed.

The two jumped out, still in mid-air.

Arrows flew at them from all directions, mixed with the crackling explosions of muskets firing like beans.

Bullets and a rain of arrows hit Zhang Rongfang in front with a dinging sound.

All the bullets and arrows were forcibly deflected and fell to the ground.

On the outskirts of the street.

A handsome young man dressed like a wealthy young master was staring at the street with a twisted expression.

"Such a hidden heart with a thousand faces, a blood chaos in Qiankun!! Since you dared to boldly enter the East City today, even if it costs me another life, I must completely eliminate you to avoid future disasters!"

"Brother Sang Lan, don’t worry. With us here, there’s no room for error this time!" said a tall woman disguised as a man, with an irregular black birthmark on her right cheek, playing with a serpentine silver scimitar, squinting at Zhang Rongfang and Ran Xinyue, who were under siege.

"Being on the Red List, with your aura pinpointed, yet daring to be so ostentatious. It seems he doesn’t understand what the Red List signifies. Today, we shall teach him a good lesson. No, after today, perhaps the seventh on the Red List will have to be rearranged." Sang Lan gritted his teeth.

"Brother Sang Lan, don’t worry. With me, Aifu, here, he won’t escape the Great Capital’s bounds." The tall woman laughed easily. "Besides, apart from me, you’ve also hired that guy..." Her eyes unconsciously drifted to a shadowy corner.

That was a top-notch expert she, as the Su Mudada family’s Earth Mother Walk, was also wary of!

"Here they come!!" Suddenly, the woman’s eyes narrowed, looking toward the distant street.

Above the distant shop, a blood-red figure dodged the rain of arrows with ease, as if anticipating them in advance.

Except for the speed and density of bullets, which were too much to handle partially, the figure casually weaved left and right, like taking a stroll, suddenly plunging into the formation of the infantry armed with bows, crossbows, and muskets.

Swoosh!!!

In an instant, a bloody path opened in the formation of soldiers in white armor. The casualties numbered in the dozens.

The blood-red figure crossed several dozen meters in the blink of an eye, charging straight toward Sang Lan and the woman Aifu.

Common people couldn’t see clearly, but the two, both Spirit Generals, instantly saw Zhang Rongfang’s calm and indifferent blood-red eyes approaching rapidly.

Smack.

Sang Lan took an involuntary step back, but immediately his face flushed, and he clenched his fists.

"Final Strike! Momentary Line!"

Countless silver spiritual lines instantly covered his entire body, forming a skin-tight silver armor.

Next, countless diamond-shaped blue lights quickly covered his entire body. Silver tendrils grew on his legs.

Facing Zhang Rongfang, Sang Lan’s eyes also lit up with silver.

The killing move Finger of Eclipses was unleashed in an instant. His right arm brought forth a fan-shaped shadow, striking at Zhang Rongfang head-on.

"Together!!" Sang Lan shouted loudly.

"Brother Sang Lan, why so hasty...." Aifu tossed the serpentine scimitar, her expression relaxed.

"Let me observe first...."

Swoosh!

In an instant, the blood shadow flashed, accelerating sharply, bypassing Sang Lan from the side.

Several dozen meters away.

Zhang Rongfang landed and stopped, slowly turning around, behind the bloody path he forcibly pierced through, innumerable tiny bloodlines converged like snakes onto him.

A second later, all the bloodlines, like silk or threads, wove a blood-colored robe on him.

The robe fluttered in the wind, the large character on the back clearly visible.

It was, ’Immortal’!

"Long time no see." Zhang Rongfang spoke softly. He raised his hand, a large mass of blood enveloping a silver-white diamond-shaped crystal in his hand.

That was... Sang Lan’s Spirit Core!!

Bang!!

The Spirit Core exploded instantly.

And Sang Lan stood dumbly in place, lifting his hand to try covering his chest.

Unfortunately, a large chunk of blood and spiritual lines was already missing, turned into a hollow.

He looked again at his friend Aifu, but as he raised his hand, half his body started turning into black ash, completely dissipating.

Aifu stared dumbfounded at this scene, even forgetting to catch the scimitar she’d tossed, letting it clatter to the ground with a clang.

"The weak should borrow strength." Zhang Rongfang discarded the Spirit Core fragments and walked leisurely toward Aifu.

"Yet you attempted to rely on yourself. Don’t you find it laughable?"