Cultivators Are So Weak in This World-Chapter 115: Trouble 1

In the dark of night, under the eaves.

Two burly figures, one pursuing, the other fleeing, occasionally bursting into brief skirmishes.

Boom!!

Another dull thud.

Anova felt a surge of energy from his chest, which he spat out from his mouth.

’Limit-Breaking Skill: Crimson String Trap!’

His hands trembled instantly, flicking upwards, unleashing a speed far beyond his rank.

Swish!!

Two intersecting red lines flashed by, leaving a residual red cross in front of Zhang Rongfang.

This momentary outburst of the Limit-Breaking Skill reached the power of at least the seventh rank in an instant.

But as fast as he was, Zhang Rongfang was faster.

Just before the red cross formed, he tilted slightly, narrowly avoiding the cross.

Two red daggers slashed past him abruptly. The poison-coated tips came within centimeters of cutting through his robe and harming his skin.

Taking advantage of the missed strike, Zhang Rongfang’s eyes brightened slightly. His right arm rose sharply from below, grabbed the opponent’s wrist, and twisted it sideways like lightning.

Crack!

Ah!!!

Anova let out a miserable howl as the dagger in his other hand stabbed fiercely towards Zhang Rongfang.

But it was also caught with a crack, broken outward, snapping on the spot.

This move was the killing strike of the Flame Emperor Talisman, Fire Without Fuel,

"Your moves have too many flaws...." Zhang Rongfang didn’t even need to exert much effort.

His right leg lifted slightly and vanished from its original place as if disappearing.

Boom!!!

A whip-like kick landed heavily on Anova’s left side.

He flew sideways on the spot, rolling dozens of times on the street pavement, covered in blood, lying motionless on his back.

All of Anova’s bones seemed shattered by this kick, with his left arm from elbow to forearm grotesquely sunken and twisted, as though it had lost its bones, resembling a long blood-filled bag.

His eyes widened.

No matter how many times he thought about dying, he never imagined he would die so silently.

Still in such an unknown dark night....

"Flaws.... haha..."

When there is a clear gap in speed and power, the original moves, no matter how perfect, become full of flaws.

The gap between him and this person had reached such a degree.

Unable to match in speed, power, unable to succeed with poison...

"Can you spare me...?" Anova looked at Zhang Rongfang who had walked up to him, struggling to squeeze out a sentence from his throat.

"Reason?" Zhang Rongfang looked down at him.

"Because....." Anova opened his mouth, and suddenly his vision went black.

Thud!!!

His head was forcibly kicked to the side by a strong force.

At the same time, a poison dart hidden outside his other forearm fell, powerless, to the ground.

Zhang Rongfang’s expression remained unchanged as he looked at Qingsu and the others not far away, their faces filled with shock and uncertainty.

At this point, those from the Black Ten Sect had all been cleared away.

"Congratulations, my lord, on your victory!" Qingsu stepped forward, clasping her fists, looking at the corpse in shock.

Her hands also stained with blood, probably from handling those who tried to escape.

"The Bai family’s caravan over here...."

Her query was actually quite simple.

Several people on the caravan’s side might leak their secret, so the best way was to silence them directly.

In this world, only the dead do not divulge secrets.

But unconsciously, Zhang Rongfang thought of those idol fragments from before.

Perhaps even the dead could leak something.

And just for confidentiality, he was unwilling to kill several innocent people...

"Take them all away. Keep them in custody for now. How about the Yang family over there?" he asked grimly.

"Zhao Tianming and Chi Xia are there, it shouldn’t be a big issue. But I fear the Black Ten Sect might send others," Qingsu frowned.

"They won’t have another chance."

Zhang Rongfang said indifferently.

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Inside Saint Rofa Church.

Anova gently wiped her father’s spirit tablet, walked to the window, looked up at the bright crescent moon outside, memories flashing through her mind.

"If back then, I could have put down my tasks and rushed back immediately.... maybe...."

Suddenly, she felt that all her life’s struggles, everything she strove for, became meaningless after her father’s death.

Without family, no matter how strong or high-ranking she was, what meaning did it hold?

No one would ever be proud of her again.

No one would be there to drink with her when she was down.

No one would ever laugh boldly, telling her tales of their youthful glories....

Knock knock knock!

Suddenly, a rapid knocking sounded at the door.

"Enter."

The door opened, a masked follower swiftly entered, kneeling on one knee.

"Altar Master! Jiaozhou Gambling House suddenly lost contact, and the brothers sent to patrol haven’t returned! Something might have happened!"

"Anova was personally stationed there, how could something have happened?" Anova frowned.

Thud!!

Suddenly, outside the window, fireworks burst into the sky, exploding into countless lotus-like light dots.

Anova turned sharply, staring intently at the fireworks.

"This is.... the distress signal within the sect!? That pattern... it’s Anova!!"

Her heart trembled, and if Mokamo Road’s skilled hands had issued a smoke signal for help, it meant...

In her moment of distraction, the door behind her bulged, cracked, and exploded.

Bang!

A shadow swiftly stepped in, setting his foot and lunging at her like an arrow.

Whirr!!

The air echoed with a sharp sound like an eagle’s cry.

’Eagle Claw Skill!?’

Anova felt her scalp tingle. She hurriedly retreated, her chest rapidly contracting.

Swish!!

Jade-like sharp fingers grazed her chest, slicing through her clothes like a blade, leaving a smooth wound on her flesh beneath.

Blood sprayed out like a line but hadn’t splattered onto the assailant.

Anova could no longer see the opponent.

Goosebumps rose all over her body, her senses heightened to the limit.

Just now, it was exactly when the fireworks distracted her, making her lower her guard.

In less than a second, she was caught and brutally assassinated.

Leading to her injury.

To avoid having her abdomen slashed open, she had to forcibly contract her chest.

But this was too severe, causing her lungs to sustain mild injuries. A multitude of capillaries exploded, slowly seeping blood from the lungs.

Under normal circumstances, she could have rested and gradually recovered.

But now....

Up above!!

Anova abruptly looked up, seeing in her eyes the shadow of someone flying down.

Boom!!

She raised her arms to block the shadow’s claws.

But those eagle claws bent and pierced into her arms, pulling out two chunks of flesh.

Anova grunted, raising her right leg for a knee strike, meeting the opponent’s knee strike.

Their knees collided, creating a deep thud, causing one to retreat and the other to flip onto the ground.

’Thunder Roar!!’

Without waiting for the opponent to pause, Anova growled inside, unleashing a Limit-Breaking Skill, her foot crashing into the floor, speeding towards the twin swords stationed by the wall.

Her entire martial prowess resided in those two swords; as long as she could grab them....

The speed boost from the Limit-Breaking Skill caught Zhang Rongfang off guard.

"What a pity..."

He suddenly raised his hand, throwing a paper packet into the air, sending it bursting with a tap of his toe.

A cloud of powder spread throughout the room.

As the powder dispersed.

Zhang Rongfang broke through the window, darting over the heads of two adept Black Ten Sect members who had rushed upon hearing the commotion.

The two immediately had three scarlet holes in their heads, dropped to the ground, lifeless.

Inside the room, Anova felt itchiness and pain in her wounds as the powder adhered to them.

"Poison!?"

With a thud, she too leapt through the window, rolling on the grass outside as she stood up.

A flash of silver suddenly dazzled her eyes.

Among the approaching disciples.

A shadow leapt into the air, the hand’s spinning wheel suddenly accelerated, slicing past her side.

Clang!!!

The curved blade was knocked away by a force, Anova covered her throat, staggering backwards.

Then fell to the ground in a kneel.

"Fa...." She struggled to utter a word....

Not far away, Zhang Rongfang borrowed strength from a disciple’s head, easily leapt over the high wall, landed on the ground, and killed several more before walking away at leisure.

Only seconds later.

A white-clad figure abruptly appeared where Zhang Rongfang had landed, surveying the surroundings.

"Ignoring the law, such audacity!"

The white-clad man’s face was icy, a cloud-patterned golden silk double-headed python emblem embroidered on one shoulder.

"Governor, can you discern the path this might take?"

A long-bearded monk draped in a black robe emerged from the shadows once more.

The monk’s beard was streaked with gray, exposed areas robust with muscle, a string of Buddhist beads hung around his neck, each bead the size of a fist, engraved with various Sanskrit symbols.

"I can only discern the Eagle Claw Skill, but mere Eagle Claw Skill couldn’t yield such mastery. This person’s blatant arrogance suggests he believes no one can uncover his background or path," the white-clad man responded coldly.

At this time Black Ten Sect disciples from all directions gathered around, the church bell rang alarm.

Skilled martial artists swarmed towards the area.

Their leader, a bearded man, upon seeing the white-clad man and another old monk, his face changed, preparing to respectfully step forward.

But drawing closer, he saw Anova collapsed on the ground.

His expression instantly shifted.

"Quick, rescue the Altar Master!!"

"Call a doctor!!"

A group of disciples frantically turned Anova over, but unfortunately, her neck was nearly severed, beyond mortal salvation.

The surrounding disciples increased, soon reaching over a hundred.

Many eyes bore sadness, bowing with Black Ten Sect’s ritual, continually praying for Anova.

The low, chanting voices rippled out like water, layer upon layer.

"We implore you, governor, seek justice for us!!" The leading bearded man sorrowfully approached the white-clad man, falling to his knees with a loud thud.

"Within the year, the Grand Elder died, now even the Divine Dao Altar’s Altar Master Anova suffered such a calamity.... Our sect is in unease, unable to find peace day by day...."

"Rest assured, such a villainous bandit shall be brought to justice by this official!"

The white-clad man’s tone was solemn.

Black Ten Sect offered the most tribute under his jurisdiction, should trouble arise, how would his daily expenditures be sustained in the future?

Furthermore, if he couldn’t protect his own influential backers, who would willingly offer more tribute in the future?