Cultivators Are So Weak in This World

Chapter 609: 569 To Stop Bleeding With Blood 1

The raindrops became heavier and more frequent.

There was a small area in the temple without a roof, where a large amount of rainwater accompanied by wind fell down, soaking most of the ground.

Wanyan Road and the others gathered in the corner of the wall, using branches to prop up cloaks and other clothing, shielding the campfire and forming a simple windbreak.

The fire flickered in the wind, casting a glow that alternated between brightness and dimness.

They were all disciples of the Academy, all practitioners of martial arts, and at this time they spread out, either meditating around the fire or lying on the grass to rest. It was peaceful and harmonious.

But Wanyan Road couldn’t sleep, occasionally glancing towards the area where Zhang Rongfang was situated.

’Brother Zhang hasn’t returned... So late, I wonder where he went.’ She felt a bit worried in her heart.

However, she didn’t notice that Zhang Shuoyang, pretending to sleep not far away, was constantly watching her movements.

Seeing her gaze continuously floating towards Zhang Rongfang’s direction, his dissatisfaction and anger increased incessantly.

’That guy, it seems old feelings with Wanyan Road haven’t ended. Must find an opportunity to teach him a lesson in front of Lulu, embarrass him, destroy his pretentious facade, only then can the situation be wholly reclaimed!’

Before long, the rain gradually lessened and stopped.

Wanyan Road unknowingly fell asleep. Instead, Zhang Shuoyang became more and more awake, watching Wanyan Road whose face remained turned towards Zhang Rongfang even in sleep, and suddenly an evil fire surged up within him.

Crunch.

The sound of tiny branches breaking came, a set of footsteps gradually approaching from the backyard.

The footsteps were somewhat heavy, and Zhang Shuoyang immediately identified the characteristics of that Zhang Ying person from daytime.

Very quickly, he saw Zhang Ying returning to his place and picking up some luggage on the ground through the gaps in the clothing screen, turning to look this way before striding out of the temple.

Evidently planning to leave.

Zhang Shuoyang felt a burst of relief in his heart.

’Leaving is good, leaving will let Lulu give up hope!’

"Brother Zhang Ying... easy... it hurts..." Just when he was feeling gratified, he suddenly heard Wanyan Road talking incoherently in her sleep against the wall.

"....." Zhang Shuoyang fell into silence, the anger within him seemed to rush to the peak.

With a sudden rush, his face turned red as he quietly got up, grasped his short sword, grabbed his leather armor, and hurried towards the outside of the temple.

’No! I must catch that guy and clarify what’s going on between them! Exactly what happened in the past!?’

In the mountain woods, the shadows of trees intertwined, mist enveloping the surroundings.

Zhang Shuoyang saw that person in the distance standing before a locust tree forest, seemingly talking to someone.

In the hazy night, the moonlight wasn’t very bright, he could only see Zhang Ying’s back facing him, seemingly speaking to another person in the distance.

Gripping the short sword, he briskly walked forward, deciding to teach that guy a lesson first, demonstrating his stronger skill and background! Let this guy know when to retreat with difficulty!

Crossing the hill, his pace quickened, an inhale-and-exhale Bodily Technique he had honed for years naturally unfolded.

This technique which cost his father hundreds of taels of gold to learn, was overwhelmingly superior to those market-level martial arts such as Twelve Blossoms Exploration Hand, Iron Arm Technique, Martial Yan Skill.

’This guy wandering the wilderness must have some skill, but how can someone with such limited experience know, we practice martial arts and study literature in the Academy, guided by famous masters and scholars, advancing much faster than outsiders?’

Zhang Shuoyang quickened his pace and when he was tens of meters away, he tapped the ground with his toes, clack.

’Hm?’ Suddenly, he felt something amiss. The surface underfoot was odd. The texture....

Frowning, he hurriedly looked down.

It was this glance that suddenly froze him in place, the technique he was about to unleash completely lost its momentum.

Blood!

Blood everywhere!!

Mixed in the soil and grass, splattered on grass blades, spots, patches, thick and sticky like paste, now completely occupying his view as he looked down.

Not only that, Zhang Shuoyang looked forward and to the left and right.

The blood-soaked soil stretched to Zhang Ying’s feet ahead, there was more to the left! Even more on the right!

On several large stones to the right, there hung a severed arm in a black sleeve.

Zhang Shuoyang’s face instantly turned pale.

He looked up again, gazing ahead at Zhang Ying.

Only to see Zhang Ying take a step forward, ghost-like standing before the person speaking, then reached out, grabbed the other’s neck, and lifted high.

Thud!

The person seemed stunned, stood still as the neck was forcibly crushed, the head rolled off.

Ah!!

"!!!!"

The scream erupted uncontrollably within Zhang Shuoyang’s mind, his legs went weak, retreating step by step.

By now all thoughts about teaching a lesson vanished, only one thought remained.

Escape!

Forget everything else, just seeing Zhang Ying’s technique of spanning dozens of meters in an instant, he knew he would surely be offering himself as prey!

Not to mention all that blood on the ground!

How many people had to die to spill that much blood!!?

Zhang Shuoyang turned and ran, his whole body trembling like a sieve, unable to suppress the shaking of his sword-wielding hand.

Just thinking about how he almost went up to cause trouble for that person earlier... made him want to slap himself unconscious!

That person... that person was actually... so cruel and terrifying!!

Escape! Must not let him discover me!

Zhang Shuoyang ran away at full speed, not daring to look back, and didn’t even notice as his pant legs and boots were gradually soaked by some liquid.

On the other side, Zhang Rongfang discarded the corpse in his hand.

Ever since he ascended to the seventh place on the Red List, went to Great Capital, defeated two Spirit Generals and a top Grandmaster in the outer city, and later dueled Auduna outside the city, retreating after being injured.

His rank has now risen to sixth on the Red List. The bounty on him has also doubled compared to before.

As a result, many young prodigies new to the martial arts world, who thought they had unparalleled mastery, have grouped together to capture this ruthless demon.

Some foreign martial artists entered Great Spirit, attempting to make a name for themselves by challenging those on the Black List and Red List, coming to besiege him.

The group he just killed was from a powerful force called the Injustice Gang, which had previously challenged several people on the Black List and Red List.

This Injustice Gang indeed had remarkable strength, with many young and arrogant members.

So after Zhang Rongfang inquired about their background, he decided to eliminate them completely.

’Not going to deal with that kid?’ White Scale asked in his mind. She increasingly enjoyed communicating with Zhang Rongfang at any moment.

’No need.’ Zhang Rongfang knew who she meant; that Zhang Shuoyang, who just accidentally witnessed this and fled in panic, should understand in the future that one should always be humble regardless of whom they’re facing.

’About the Void, I more or less understand now. Next, I need to find a suitable subject to perform a practical operation.’ Zhang Rongfang said blandly.

’Are you thinking... of actually killing a Residual God once!?’ White Scale gasped in shock.

’Do you have a suitable target?’ Zhang Rongfang did not deny it.

’No! According to my recent intelligence summary, the entire Great Spirit secret sect scene has been suppressed by the Great Sect Alliance, leaving only a few. The originals were either annexed or eradicated. You won’t find a target in the short term.’

’Is that so? That’s quite unfortunate....’ Zhang Rongfang was feeling a bit troubled; tackling a more powerful sect directly might not be feasible.

’Wait for the opportunity. Your self-created martial path is now standing at the mortal limit.

Even becoming a god only barely equals you at best. The next step, essentially, is to become a Flesh God; if becoming a god, you could start transforming Spirit Generals to gods by now,’ White Scale sighed.

’For a mortal to reach this step is already the limit. You have noticed that bottleneck of this limit, right?’

’Yes, I’ve felt it long ago.’ Zhang Rongfang nodded.

Not long ago, he had already discovered it. Whether his martial arts, Limit-Breaking Skill, Extreme State, final form, or Immortal Technique, they all reached an extreme end.

Attribute points can no longer strengthen the body.

Because attribute points can only enhance the body by improving martial arts. Yet, for him, martial arts, even the ultimate arts, have ceased to have a tempering effect.

Immortal Techniques are just used to enhance practical explosive power and diversity of moves, to cope with different environments and opponents.

In fact, long ago, he could only rely on new inherent talents to boost his power.

Hearing White Scale bring it up again, he reflected on his various past powerful adversaries.

’Is this layer of the limit something everyone has?’

’Yes, this is our natural extreme as humans. Like a vase, you can constantly lengthen and broaden it to hold more water.

But when the water reaches a certain level, expanding and elongating the vase makes no sense.

Because when it reaches a certain critical mass, it will shatter,’ replied White Scale, rarely speaking such a logical point.

People of this era may need some mental shifts to understand, but Zhang Rongfang understood immediately.

It’s a matter of material, a fundamental issue of flesh strength limits.

’Is there a solution?’ he asked.

’Light from the Heavens,’ White Scale replied.

’Light from the Heavens... are you referring to those leading figures of Reverse Time Meeting? But where can we find Light from the Heavens now?’ Zhang Rongfang frowned.

’So reaching this point, martial arts have already hit its limit... next, you could either seek godhood as a Spirit General or pursue the Extreme Realm to advance further,’ White Scale suggested.

Zhang Rongfang gazed at the empty divine attributes column, which had long turned gray, and remained silent.

His level had already reached the limit of a Grandmaster, and there was no plus sign after the Illusion Talisman Skill.

Indeed, martial arts have hit its limit here.

Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown, the Three Flowers were already gathered, and next the Five Qi Moving to the Origin, he truly didn’t know how to proceed.

Ever since absorbing gods and Buddhas into the leaf tattooed on his back, it hadn’t much increased his power, only enhancing immunity to divine might mentally.

’So what do you think? Planning to seek godhood?’ White Scale asked.

’No rush, I have my plans.’ Naturally, Zhang Rongfang wouldn’t tell her about the special inherent talent, he simply brushed it off without talking further.

’Alright then, think it over, if you want to pursue godhood, I have plenty of advice for you,’ White Scale said sincerely.

’Thanks.’ Zhang Rongfang looked at his accumulated remaining attribute points, which had already reached ninety-eight, and soon he would be able to acquire a new ability.