Cultivators Are So Weak in This World-Chapter 141 - 132 Submergence

At this moment, Lu Meisha didn’t really care that much. Not to mention just an aura, even a true martial artist, she’s seen countless of them.

In this Wushan Prefecture, there are many martial artists pursuing her.

"This music hall is half-owned by my best friend. When you come here usually, it’s pretty safe, but try not to compete with those unruly rich kids.

You’ve just arrived here, haven’t integrated yet, if something goes wrong, my brother will blame me again."

Lu Meisha kept introducing casually, her attitude somewhat distant.

"Also, in Wushan Prefecture, there are three families you mustn’t offend. If you see them, respectfully call them brother or sister.

They know you’re from the brother’s Commerce Mansion, they’ll give you some face."

"Which three families?" Zhang Rongfang was initially listening casually, but now he showed a bit of interest.

"Yue, Huang, Shangguan."

"The Yue family is actually the Prefect’s family.

The Huang family leads the entire Wushan Prefecture’s carving guild and occupies many industries in Wushan. Many places have their properties.

The last Shangguan family is the Supervisor’s family. But usually, they have few members, so it’s hard to encounter them often. So..."

As Lu Meisha explained, she suddenly saw a group of people slowly walking towards them up ahead.

The leader of the group was a young boy, around fifteen to sixteen years old.

His lips were bright red, teeth white, skin smooth and delicate, clearly not someone who practices martial arts, an affluent young master untouched by the elements.

As soon as Lu Meisha saw him, she greeted him enthusiastically with a smile, waving her hand.

"Brother Yuan Dong, aren’t you supposed to be stuck at home practicing calligraphy today? How come you have time to come out and play?"

"The new tutor at home knows nothing, can’t be bothered to argue with him, bored 그래서I came out for a walk." The young boy glanced around, moved his gaze from Lu Meisha’s face to the tall Zhang Rongfang next to her.

"And who is this?"

"This is my younger brother Zhang Rongfang, from the countryside, doesn’t know much, so don’t mind him, brother." Lu Meisha quickly nudged Zhang Rongfang.

"Quick, call Brother Yuan!" She urged, lowering her voice.

Zhang Rongfang looked at the boy who was not even as tall as his neck, and obviously younger than him by a few years...

How can he say that?

He’s already eighteen, turning nineteen soon! At least two or three years older than this kid in front of him. And call him brother??

Zhang Rongfang had already decided to live a peaceful life for three years, but that meant quietly living, not constantly stooping low, living a suffocating existence for three years...

"I am Zhang Rongfang, how should I address you?" He lazily disregarded Lu Meisha, clasping his fists courteously.

Regardless of how he viewed these kids, basic manners still needed to be observed.

Little brother??!

The unexpected tone in that address was pronounced.

Not only did Lu Meisha’s heart skip a beat, but others following behind Yuan Dong also paused, their attention converging in this direction.

Yuan Dong took a look at Zhang Rongfang, subtly moving his gaze away.

"Let’s go, weren’t you all here to see the new celebrated performer, Ying Hongjuan?"

He walked past Lu Meisha and Zhang Rongfang, leisurely, as if he hadn’t encountered them at all.

"Let’s go, go."

"Haha, follow Brother Yuan for the good stuff!"

"Brother Yuan is indeed generous, spending lavishly!"

A group of people joyfully followed up, and as they passed Lu Meisha and Zhang Rongfang, someone glanced at Lu Meisha with a schadenfreude expression.

Lu Meisha blushed red, with a firm expression, bite her lips in anger, her dimples even appeared due to her fury.

Once people walked past, she turned around to look at Zhang Rongfang.

"Do you understand anything?!"

"Didn’t I tell you before? You’ve just come here, know nothing, do what I tell you, and then you won’t offend people! Why don’t you listen?"

Zhang Rongfang smiled slightly.

Since coming to Wushan these days, his sister Zhang Rongyu and brother-in-law Suda Heqi have treated him well.

Buying him clothes, gifting him presents, arranging people to take him around to familiar spots for entertainment.

He slowly accepts the care from his predecessor’s sister.

After all, he’s integrated the predecessor’s memories.

Lu Meisha was arranged by his sister and brother-in-law to help him get familiar with the environment.

Though this girl herself is indeed only nineteen years old, doesn’t know much, still not very mature.

These days are not like those from the information age of the past life, kids here at this age are far less mature than those with smartphones and tablets.

So he doesn’t bother with her.

"Don’t worry, I won’t cause you trouble. I’ll take care of it myself." He casually said, strolling towards the lower level.

Lu Meisha was instantly furious.

"You’ll take care? How will you take care? Smash your head against it?? Eventually, it will still be looking for my brother!"

Initially, she was getting along well with Zhang Rongfang.

Unexpectedly, at critical moments, he wouldn’t listen!

Before, she mentioned to her best friend that she is going to take her sister-in-law’s younger brother around. Her friend had warned her that this Zhang Rongfang had previously run away from home, hasn’t visited for a long time, and suddenly came to rely on his sister now.

He likely couldn’t survive outside, forcing him back to seek refuge with relatives.

Such people probably have problematic personalities, might be difficult to deal with, so she should be careful.

At that time, she disregarded it, didn’t expect just a few days later?

"Rest assured, I won’t be a drag on your brother."

Zhang Rongfang, hands behind his back, walked leisurely down and found a seat on the first floor, listening to a blonde woman diagonally across playing the violin.

Lu Meisha followed along, cheeks puffed with anger. Since she had promised her brother, she wouldn’t leave Zhang Rongfang alone.

"Next time, you can’t do this! Otherwise, I’ll tell my brother when we get back! You’re offending people too much!"

"Okay, okay." Zhang Rongfang replied perfunctorily.

In terms of real age, he could almost be Lu Meisha’s father. Naturally, he wouldn’t take issue with a little girl.

He listened to the music while organizing his thoughts.

Now, his attribute bar had restored all health attributes.

The attribute points had accumulated to three over a month.

He hadn’t used them because he was worried that experts from the Golden Wing Pavilion would notice something wrong.

On this journey, he refused any accompaniment, choosing only to follow the escort agency to Wushan by himself.

Now that the Celestial Maiden Tong Chapter and Silver-faced Cicada were not around, he could finally continue to enhance his cultivation of literature.

When practicing the Golden Roc Secret Record Training Method, he still felt a stabbing pain in his internal organs, clearly showing that the limit of his grade was still there.

However, Celestial Maiden Tong suggested practicing Martial Arts that do not break the limit.

Many such Martial Arts do not simultaneously train internal organs.

So they become the preferred choice for many low-end martial artists for self-defense.

For instance, Iron Sand Palm.

This technique only trains the palms, not the internal organs, so it doesn’t impose a burden on the organs.

There is also the Iron Throat Skill, created to strengthen vital points, equally without the limit-breaking component.

Many cultivation techniques for specific limbs, aiming only for more destructive Martial Arts, are seen by outsiders as damaging to the body.

But for someone with a unique physique like Zhang Rongfang, Celestial Maiden Tong suggested he could appropriately practice these to make up for his weaknesses.

This is also the path chosen by many Grandmasters.

Most Grandmasters are exceptionally talented, skilled in both literature and martial arts. They possess strong physiques and often practice limit-breaking Martial Arts.

As he pondered, Lu Meisha suddenly patted him on the arm.

"Uncle Yuan Dong is in charge of security in all of Wushan. I just inquired; they opened a small hall for entertainment on the second floor.

You should come with me later to toast and apologize. Then the issue will be over. Otherwise, Yuan Dong is petty-minded, and you might encounter troubles in the future for losing him face."

Lu Meisha took responsibility and took the opportunity of Zhang Rongfang listening to the music to inquire from the manager of the music hall.

"Toasting?" Zhang Rongfang slightly shook his head, only to realize that living quietly and well requires the first step of bowing down.

Life requires constant submission; even now, facing a kid he just met, he must yield.

"No need to go. If just a title causes trouble, I said I’d handle it."

He couldn’t showcase strong martial prowess; after only two or three years, no matter how much of a genius Zhang Rongfang is, he couldn’t have achieved high-level Martial Arts.

And a low-grade warrior doesn’t intimidate these noble children.

Thus, he must rely on the Golden Wing Pavilion’s influence to resolve issues.

And that requires confidentiality.

"You!!?" Lu Meisha was instantly filled with anger.

At first, she thought that the rumors of Zhang Rongfang’s bad temper were exaggerated. Once she got to know him, wasn’t he okay?

Yet now, she truly understood.

"By the way, you mentioned before, your brother manages commerce here. Did he encounter any troubles?"

Zhang Rongfang suddenly asked.

His purpose here was to recuperate, accumulate attribute points, and find ways to break into Super Grade or higher.

Given that, he should help resolve any troubles his sister and brother-in-law may have.

To create a more stable environment.

"No, my brother never tells me those things." Lu Meisha reluctantly answered as he changed the topic.

"Are there people here who learn ancient scripts?" asked Zhang Rongfang again.

He couldn’t understand the texts he obtained before. Since he planned to recuperate, he should prepare and start learning ancient scripts.

"Check out the academy; you might find some."

"Okay." Zhang Rongfang nodded thoughtfully.

"Meisha!" A person slowly approached.

It was a tall, thin young man, followed by two attendants in black brocade robes, holding a white paper fan. His cheeks were sunken, eye sockets dark, and exhibiting signs of physical exhaustion.

"Haven’t seen you for a while, Meisha, you’re even prettier?" he said with a laugh.

"Stop it; I’m annoyed right now!" Lu Meisha replied with annoyance.

"What’s up? I heard you’re out showing your brother’s little brother-in-law around? Why now irritated?" the young man laughed.

"He doesn’t listen to me!" Lu Meisha cast a disdainful glance at Zhang Rongfang beside her, ignoring his presence entirely.

"That’s strange." The young man smiled with disbelief, "I’ve met his sister, she’s sensible. Those legs, that chest, no wonder Lord of Commerce is mesmerized."

"Watch your mouth, aren’t you giving me face?" Lu Meisha warned in displeasure.

Still, the annoyance in her words was just a token protest.

"Oh, I wouldn’t dare. Besides, you can handle this easily, right? Your brother spoils you anyway."

The young man laughed carefreely, then turned to Zhang Rongfang.

"Hey, pal, how about joining Old Fang for some fun? My treat." He gestured.

"I won’t ask for any other reward from you. Isn’t your sister great at having fun? If Lord of Commerce gets tired of her, maybe she can accompany us..."

"Say one more word, and I’ll tear your mouth apart."

Zhang Rongfang suddenly said softly.

Although his voice was low, Lu Meisha and the three people, including the skinny youth, heard it clearly and strangely.