Cultivators Are So Weak in This World-Chapter 142 - 133 Monsters, Part 1

In an instant, the atmosphere froze.

The young man stared blankly at Zhang Rongfang, reaching out to dig at his ear, seemingly thinking he had misheard.

"Uh, tsk, I was a bit hard of hearing just now, could you please repeat what you just said?"

The young man grinned as he leaned closer to Zhang Rongfang.

"Fang Wenxuan!" Lu Meisha slapped the table next to him and stood up.

"What’s with you? You’re not giving me any face today??"

"Shut up!" The young man’s smile suddenly changed, and he glanced coldly at Lu Meisha.

He pointed at Zhang Rongfang.

"Since he dares to speak in front of me, he has to bear the consequences of his words!"

Lu Meisha was so shocked by his shout that she trembled, her eyes instantly becoming a bit moist.

She was obviously scared.

Fang Wenxuan’s face resumed its smile, looking at Zhang Rongfang.

"Come on, little brother, say it again. Sometimes my ears have a problem, so sometimes I can’t hear clearly."

Zhang Rongfang’s eyes moved, staring at the smiling face of the other party.

"If you can’t hear clearly, then don’t listen in the future."

Before the words fell, his right hand suddenly shot out.

Swish!!

Above the brown wine table, as if a white ribbon appeared out of thin air.

The expressions of the two guards behind Fang Wenxuan changed drastically as they hurriedly tried to intervene.

But it was too late.

Poof!!!

Zhang Rongfang’s palm landed on Fang Wenxuan’s chest, an eagle claw pecked, grabbed, and tore.

In the blink of an eye, he had already withdrawn his hand, gently picking up a wet towel from the edge of the table and wiping it.

"Let’s go."

He got up and left, not even glancing at Fang Wenxuan behind him.

His infiltration into Wushan Prefecture was not to deal with small characters but to avoid entangling with the deeper secrets of the Spirit Court. This was the true intention of the Celestial Maiden Tong Chapter.

And the minor outsiders couldn’t touch such high levels.

From start to finish, no one around reacted.

The guards behind Fang Wenxuan wanted to act halfway, but it was too late. Seeing that Zhang Rongfang didn’t make much noise with his move, they relaxed, thinking he was just bluffing to scare people.

Lu Meisha was also startled, but when she saw Fang Wenxuan was still standing there, she sighed in relief.

"Scared me to death, this guy talks big but doesn’t dare to really act, just to scare people?"

She looked at Fang Wenxuan.

"Fine, you don’t give me face and even shout at me. Your Fang family is impressive, I can’t compare with you, let’s see in the future."

She stood up, ready to leave.

Suddenly, she paused, her pupils instantly widening in shock.

In her eyes, Fang Wenxuan was reflected, with blood slowly starting to flow from the corner of his mouth, then vomiting blood, mouthfuls of blood.

Thump.

He suddenly fell to his knees, lying on the ground.

"My chest... hurts..."

He couldn’t even figure out what was happening to him.

He just felt Zhang Rongfang’s hand touch his chest, then his chest started to feel numb.

It was only when it started to hurt that he began to waver.

But before the two people behind could help him up, Fang Wenxuan’s head tilted, and he completely lost his breath.

"You... what’s wrong with you?"

Lu Meisha was shocked, rushing over to support him.

"Hey, Fang Wenxuan, don’t scare me?!"

But by then, he had already gone limp.

The two guards were also scared out of their wits, they were just ordinary guard members, having only learned basic martial arts. In their twenties, almost thirty, they had just reached the Muscle Forging level.

Now that Fang Wenxuan was dead, they would undoubtedly face collective punishment when they return, maybe even beaten to death.

Immediately, without another word, the two turned and fled.

Going back would certainly mean death, it was better to run now! Maybe if they move quickly, they could still escape with their lives.

Their hurried escape also drew the attention of those around them.

Very quickly, the first person saw the blood here and started screaming.

Then the second, the third....

Before long, with Fang Wenxuan as the center, a large circle of people had cleared out around him.

The band playing music nearby also stopped, holding their instruments as they moved away.

Lu Meisha stared blankly at the scene, the shock in her heart like a tsunami, completely overwhelming all her thoughts.

She pushed Fang Wenxuan, but got no response.

At this moment, she had only one feeling.

That was, it was over.

Fang Wenxuan was dead.

"Make way, make way!" The head of the guards at the music building hastily parted the crowd with a middle-aged man.

The man squeezed inside, immediately seeing Fang Wenxuan’s body on the ground and the blood on the floor.

He sighed, waving his hand.

"Fang family’s people, report to the officials."

In a place like the music building, fights and brawls were common, and a death was a regular occurrence. He wasn’t surprised.

What surprised him was that the deceased was from the Fang family.

The Fang family, though not one of the top three forces in Wushan City, was one of the four great vassals under the Huang family, thus having considerable power.

This time their direct descendant died here, the music building would certainly be affected for at least half a month.

This was why he sighed.

Just as he was about to signal Le Lou’s guards to step forward, a few people immediately stepped out nearby, surrounding Fang Wenxuan’s corpse, preventing anyone from approaching.

Seeing this, Lu Meisha couldn’t care less, pushing through the crowd and running toward the exit of Le Lou.

She needed to find her brother and tell him about this immediately, otherwise, they’d be too passive if the Fang family came knocking.

And that Zhang Rongfang, he actually had martial arts training! Judging by his actions just now, he was evidently very quick, even those two guards didn’t have time to intercept.

Everything was over in an instant.

Judging from this, Zhang Rongfang was very likely graded.

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Zhang Rongfang strolled on the street.

Ignoring the matter of Le Lou, before long, he passed through a few streets and arrived at a modestly sized courtyard.

This was a private residence that people from the Golden Wing Pavilion found for him, originally an asset under Bai Ying’s name.

On the surface, it seemed he rented it by paying,

but in reality, Bai Ying didn’t take a penny, giving him the house to live in.

He didn’t plan to live with his sister and brother-in-law, as it would make handling many things difficult for him.

After all, now, he was the Spirit Level leader of the entire Wushan Prefecture, and in the Golden Wing Pavilion, only two Pavilion Masters were above him.

With his current status and position, he was at the top tier in the entire Wushan Prefecture. He belonged to a large organization with deep roots like the Golden Wing Pavilion.

In other words, as long as he didn’t touch anything related to the idol cult mentioned in the Celestial Maiden Tong Chapter, there would be no problems.

He pushed open the courtyard gate, where a slim woman in black appeared.

Seeing him enter, the woman quickly rose from the stone bench and saluted him with clasped fists.

Zhang Rongfang nodded in response.

The woman then lowered her head and swiftly left, without any words exchanged, clearly placed here to guard the courtyard.

Zhang Rongfang was satisfied in his heart; compared to Tan Yang, the Golden Wing Pavilion here had its own style.

Silent, smooth, swift.

Closing the courtyard gate, he took off his outer robe and stretched his body.

Inside the house was a cage of little rabbits and guinea pigs, and a tank of small red fish, placed in the corner of the wall.

These were specifically used to detect whether the house was poisoned.

Zhang Rongfang scooped a little water from the filled tank and changed the water for the red fish.

This was to test if the water tank and scoop were poisoned.

Then he opened all the doors and windows, sitting cross-legged on a cushion in the courtyard, practicing the Cultivation of Literature.

’Now that a courtyard has been found, it’s time to use all the attributes.’ The effects of the life attribute were unexpectedly beneficial for him.

Now that he understood this, he planned to focus on enhancing the Cultivation of Literature first to improve life.

When the enhancement effect became insignificant, he would then consider the suggestion of the Celestial Maiden Tong Chapter.

Such as cultivating a large amount of external skills without breaking into the grade, exchanging life for power.

To this point, Zhang Rongfang had gained considerable insight into the Great Spirit’s martial world.

Especially after mastering the Golden Wing Pavilion.

He had collected a lot of relevant information.

And he also understood that the martial arts system could be divided into three categories.

The first category: the most widespread, with the Ninth-Grade Limit-Breaking system of internal and external cultivation. These martial arts are divided into upper, middle, and lower classes, and when practiced to the end, they all can break into the grade. They enhance the whole body overall.

The second category: a large number of externally focused skills that do not break limits, such as Iron Sand Palm, Iron Head Skill, or swordsmanship and knife techniques that cultivate only the first strike, purely focused on lethality.

The third category: Secret techniques, which he had basically no contact with. It’s said these are unpassed secrets of major forces, requiring extremely high physical comprehension.

"In fact, if you calculate carefully, even secret techniques can actually be considered part of the first category, belonging to the pinnacle of the first category."

Zhang Rongfang had a realization in his heart.

"Isn’t this exactly what people used to call internal and external martial arts in my previous life?"

He looked at the sky; it was almost noon at the time.

He then closed his eyes and opened the attribute panel.

The bright three free attributes were added entirely to the Void Observation Skill without hesitation. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Then the text in parentheses slowly blurred from the previous Core Formation Stage, morphing into new content.

’Void Observation Skill (Core Formation Stage, Third Transformation)’

This was beginning the sprint towards the Nine-Turn Golden Core realm.

Simultaneously, limitless cultivation insights surged into Zhang Rongfang’s mind.

He seemed to have experienced years of meditating and cultivating Void Observation Skill in an instant.

Thousands of days and nights of tireless cultivation.

Soon, his life attribute began to change too.

’Zhang Rongfang——Life 32-35.’

The upper limit shot up from thirty to thirty-five.

The lower limit needed time to slowly improve his physique, so it hadn’t caught up yet.

However, according to Zhang Rongfang’s judgment, as long as he was full of energy and without injuries or sickness, the lower limit would have the same value as the upper limit.

So a slight fluctuation was understandable.

By now, the display of the attribute panel was becoming more refined, seemingly getting more accurate and detailed as he grew stronger.

One must know that initially, it wasn’t this meticulous.

Now the lower limit obviously represented his current physical state.

"No wonder those old practitioners still have such high life attributes at such an advanced age.

Zhang Chunxi of the Qinghe Palace was over eighty, and his life attribute remained above twenty.

After all those years of Qi and blood decline, to have such a high life, those Nascent Soul old monsters are indeed terrifying."

He now also understood that to practice this Void Observation Skill to the Nascent Soul Stage, he had to at least upgrade the Core Formation Stage to the Ninth Transformation, then after the Golden Core, he could raise the Nascent Soul.

According to one point per transformation, he still needed to spend six points... to reach the Ninth Transformation before he could qualify to break into the Nascent Soul.

Such difficulty.

It was clear why those old-timers took until their seventies or eighties to reach the Nascent Soul, it truly was not wrong at all.