Cultivators Are So Weak in This World

Chapter 611: 571 Hemostasis with Blood 3

The next day.

On a mountain path heading back in the direction of Wushan.

A dark red figure was moving at a leisurely pace toward the distant end of the path.

His steps were relaxed, as if taking a stroll through the forest, but each stride effortlessly covered several meters.

It created an illusion of seeming slow, yet not actually being slow.

This was the daily application of the Limit-Breaking Skill of Shrinking Step.

At this moment, Zhang Rongfang’s body recovery and strength were enough for him to use the Limit-Breaking Skill in his daily walking routine.

Though it was used with reduced intensity, it still showed the terrifying degree of his physical condition.

Soon after, Zhang Rongfang suddenly paused, feeling it was about time, and stood with his eyes closed.

The attribute panel automatically popped up, and his gaze fell on the available attributes section.

There, a new change was slowly taking place.

The original 99 attribute points were gradually blurring and then transformed into 100.

"It’s done!" Zhang Rongfang’s face showed a trace of joy.

If he guessed correctly, this special innate ability might further advance his overall power.

For someone at his level, some ordinary innate abilities didn’t really help overall strength much.

Aside from increasing the diversity of methods and advancing the completeness of the bloodline, they served no other purpose.

But this time was different.

Standing abruptly, Zhang Rongfang suddenly moved his feet, leaping toward the mountain wall on the right, tapping several times on the wall, and lightly landed beneath the canopy of a large tree, concealing himself.

Then he took a deep breath and looked at the life point position on the attribute panel.

’What are you doing??’ Bai Lin asked, puzzled, not knowing why he suddenly stopped moving.

’Weren’t you going to find the secret sect at the snow-capped mountain top? You suddenly say you’re not going, and now suddenly stop?’

Her heart filled with concern, suspecting that this guy might really enter the Extreme Realm; after all, the Extreme Realm was full of late-stage lunatics.

If not worshipping gods, isn’t there only entering the Extreme Realm left?

’It’s nothing, I just suddenly had some enlightenment in martial arts.’ Zhang Rongfang responded calmly, then controlled the Cultivation of Literature in his mind to condense into a sphere, severing the link with all Residual Gods on him.

Bai Lin had no chance to pursue the question further before the sounds faded away.

The surroundings instantly became completely silent.

Without hesitation, Zhang Rongfang added all attribute points to the life attribute.

Swish!

Attribute points rapidly decreased, while life value increased quickly.

Soon...

The life value stopped at 1130.

A torrent of invisible heat began to surge in Zhang Rongfang’s chest, like small snakes, swirling and forming a circular ring.

The ring’s speed increased, becoming increasingly hot.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Boom!!

In an instant, the ring exploded abruptly, becoming a storm-like heat flow, spreading throughout Zhang Rongfang’s body.

He shuddered violently, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The blood fell to the ground, making a sizzling sound as it corroded, disappearing directly instead of being absorbed.

It seemed to be rapidly heated and burned by some kind of intense heat.

Zhang Rongfang’s skin began to turn red all over, like a boiled shrimp. And the skin in the center of his brow started to wriggle slowly.

The center of the brow initially furrowed, forming a ’川’ character.

Then the ’川’ character protruded further, forming an elliptical indentation.

Sizzle....

From the indentation, copious amounts of blood-colored liquid started to secrete, like blood but thicker.

The liquid grew in quantity yet adhered to the indentation, not falling off.

Zhang Rongfang stood quietly with his eyes closed, seemingly enduring immense pain.

Time slowly passed.

Finally.

The indentation on his brow fully filled with blood-colored liquid.

Under intense heat, all the blood-colored liquid evaporated significantly.

Soon, where Zhang Rongfang’s brow was, a blood-colored vertical eye appeared. This eye was not soft, but a hard crystal.

He closed his eyes again, looking back at the trait panel.

Sure enough, in the subsequent abilities list of the Blood Ancestor, he found a newly appeared trait—Steel Skin.

’Looks like it’s achieved.’ Zhang Rongfang gently stretched out his hand, tapping on his own forearm.

Clang Clang.

The sharp sound made him feel like he was tapping on steel.

’It’s truly Steel Skin. It’s just unclear how strong it specifically is.’

However, according to the Blood Ancestor’s abilities arrangement, this ability could be considered one of the key points in constructing overall battle strength.

Therefore, it shouldn’t be too weak.

Zhang Rongfang pondered, then suddenly struck his forearm fiercely with his palm like a knife.

Bang!!

A loud, clear impact sound.

He used at least half of his strength in the blow.

His left arm skin displayed large dark red cracks, resembling porcelain, ready to burst.

But soon, the rapid healing ability made the cracks rapidly dissipate, as if they never existed.

Being able to withstand at least fifty percent of his full power under normal conditions made Zhang Rongfang’s lips curve slightly, satisfied within.

This is just the normal state...

Soon, the crystal between his brows dissipated, and Zhang Rongfang fully returned to his normal state. His skin and flesh regained their usual softness.

’What did you just do? Why did you suddenly disconnect?’ White Scale was reconnected and seemed somewhat baffled.

’Nothing much, I just had a realization and temporarily secluded myself. Disconnecting was just to avoid being disturbed by you,’ Zhang Rongfang explained.

’Alright... At your current level, you can still have realizations... truly a heaven-sent prodigy,’ White Scale sighed. She didn’t suspect anything, thinking that she probably ate too much pig brain.

’Let’s go.’ Zhang Rongfang tapped on the ground, his body once again drifting gently as he leaped downward.

The more abilities he gained, the more he avoided the spirit core sphere of his cultivation to prevent the residual god from detecting his movements.

Now it seems that the parasitic gods and buddhas indeed achieve the goal of borrowing power to counteract the external divine pressure.

But ultimately, these are borrowed forces, and his own mental willpower is not strong.

Thus, he needs to find whether there’s a special talent enhancing his mind and willpower.

Or he needs to find a way himself.

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United Nations · Mosang Sect Headquarters.

Boom!

Blazing flames exploded on the massive dark green building.

Those were the shells fired by the surrounding artillery encampments.

These shells were packed with gunpowder, and upon intense collision, they exploded.

Although the power was far inferior to modern shells from Zhang Rongfang’s previous life, they were extremely advanced super-weapons for this era.

Round after round of artillery fire continuously blasted the dark green building, breaking its outer walls and sending debris flying, yet bizarrely the building refused to collapse completely.

Whoosh!

A barrage of rockets, all tied with fire oil cloth, fell densely like red meteors from the sky, landing in the woods surrounding the Mosang Sect headquarters.

Long since, the fire had ignited, painting the surroundings red.

Beyond the flames was a clear-cut empty strip serving as a buffer zone.

Further outside, layer upon layer of United Nations troops.

King Mu Li and Hongxian Daoist, General Feng, the three highest commanders, stood at a high place, watching the enormous building from afar.

"Did the Sect Leader notify the Ancestor?" At this moment, King Mu Li’s eyes burned intensely, clearly excited about the Blood Immortal Ancestor’s arrival.

He had become stronger due to Blood Immortal Dao, with martial skills far surpassing his previous limits.

Born of royal blood, he could not worship gods, so his sole hope lay in martial prowess.

Becoming an Extreme Realm lunatic wasn’t his desire.

Thus, the only best choice left was the Blood Immortal Dao.

This extraordinary path of self-healing and extending life virtually fulfilled all his desires for seeking immortality and pursuing the Dao.

Apart from the seemingly unsettling aspect of living on blood, everything else was fine.

Even living on blood could be substituted with other animals.

Like pigs, cows, sheep, and deer.

He now supplemented his diet with deer and tiger blood, with other food serving as an aid.

"No need to worry, Prince, the Ancestor should have already set off and is probably en route now," Hongxian Daoist said confidently. "The abilities of the Blood Immortal Ancestor far surpass my humble self; even at his peak, General Feng would be inferior. After all, Prince should understand that even us folks seeking immortality as our goal may inevitably encounter fierce beasts, natural disasters, and human calamities.

Therefore, necessary martial strength is protective strength for the Dao."

"Xiaowang understands, only a pity that I have yet to meet the immortal face; if only to gain a bit of wisdom under the Ancestor’s seat, perhaps...." King Mu Li anticipated eagerly.

"That depends on whether the Prince’s heart is sincere enough." Hongxian Daoist laughed.

General Feng beside them was indifferent.

"Prince, I have informed the Spirit Court about the situation here, and it’s more practical to await their support. We just need to continue using this to buy time."

"General, that statement is misguided; previously, support might have been possible, but now.... the Spirit Court is barely able to manage their own domestic unrest, let alone have the strength to consider us." Hongxian Daoist shook his head lightly.

King Mu Li understood the reasoning, sighed, and was about to speak further when.

BOOM!!

A sudden loud explosion echoed from afar.

Windows on the dark green building suddenly shattered.

Figures fearlessly stormed out. These figures ignored the falling rockets and shells, charging directly at the United Nations troops surrounding them.

Their bodies lit on fire in some cases, but the flames only burned their clothes, failing to harm their bodies.

Some were blasted by shell explosions, but their flesh quickly recombined in a stream of silver lines, restoring their bodies.

"The god-worshipping Spiritual Guards have emerged!" King Mu Li said in a deep voice.

"General, together?" Hongxian Daoist looked at General Feng.

The latter scoffed coldly, entirely skeptical of the Blood Immortal Ancestor turning the tide; this Hongxian Daoist only possessed such skill, and his backing ancestor at most reached the Grandmaster level.

Fortunately, he didn’t counter with sarcasm. At such a time, one more Grandmaster’s combat force could increase their chances.

This Mosang Sect was indeed too troublesome. More reinforcements, no matter how dire the situation, would at least ensure the Prince’s safety.

His true hope still rested with the Spirit Court.

The two wasted no words, simultaneously raised their hands, and released fireworks.

Bang bang resonated; the bloodline followers of the Blood Immortal Dao and General Feng’s Earth Mother Spirit Guards and Spiritual Guard leaders surged from the army, heading into battle against the god-worshippers from the Mosang Sect.

As soon as they clashed, the battle turned into a scene of flying flesh and chaotic spiritual lines.

"A bunch of worthless rabble!" From the Mosang Sect headquarters, last time’s towering male with three tails sauntered out again.

His five-meter-high stature radiated a mysterious allure of golden proportions under the sunlight.

"I am Xingtong, who dares to fight me!?"

The man roared furiously.

He was issuing a challenge.