Cultivators Are So Weak in This World-Chapter 150 - 141st Lap, Part 1

Click.

The door was gently pushed open.

A clearer fragrance wafted in.

The room was very dark, with white and pale red curved patterns spreading on the walls and floor.

Upon closer inspection, it was found that they were carpets and wall tapestries.

The lighting was somewhat hazy, and in the corners of the room, there were thick black candles placed all around, some lit and some extinguished.

Zhang Rongfang slowly walked in, his gaze sweeping the room.

The entire room had no tables or chairs, only gray wicker mats of consistent size placed on the floor.

On the bed directly facing the door, a layer of silver-white bedding was laid.

Deeper into the bed, a thick white bead curtain hung down, concealing the view inside.

A graceful silhouette of a woman was faintly visible from behind the bead curtain.

Zhang Rongfang looked carefully, unable to see her face clearly, but could discern through some slight gaps that she had a full figure, fair skin, and a waist so slender it could be held in one hand.

The upper body was round and prominent, with proportions seemingly perfect.

Chime.....

There was another person on the bed.

Also a woman’s silhouette, kneeling, holding a small hammer, softly striking something in front of her.

That object emitted a clear, long metal reverberation as Zhang Rongfang entered the room.

"Please sit down," the woman behind the bead curtain spoke slowly.

"Thank you." Zhang Rongfang walked over and sat cross-legged on a mat in front of the bed.

He looked at the woman carefully. Although he couldn’t see clearly, he could vaguely make out her appearance through her speech.

He had met many beautiful women, like his sister Zhang Rongyu, Lu Meisha, Celestial Maiden Tong Chapter, and Lin Qixiao in the past, all top-tier in terms of beauty.

But none left him with the impression and feeling like this woman before him.

The woman was faintly visible, dressed in a black tight-fitting sweater that extended from the shoulders to the middle of the thighs, revealing round, slender, fair legs below.

The tight curves were entirely accentuated by the sweater, giving an exceptionally soft and full sensation.

However, her face was filled with a sense of contradiction.

Clearly alluring and beautiful, yet her demeanor conveyed softness, grace, and clarity.

This contradiction between physique and temperament, coupled with the previous oddities upon entering the room.

Made Zhang Rongfang instinctively raise his guard.

Such a demeanor wasn’t something a person of ordinary background could cultivate.

"Miss Gong, I am Zhang Rongfang, having heard of your expertise in lock text, I’ve come to seek your guidance."

He wasted no time, immediately stating his purpose.

His voice echoed in the room, gradually quieting down amidst the clear striking sound of the strange instrument.

"Lock text?" Gong Shuyin said, "Young Master, do you know there are more than twelve types of lock text still in circulation today? Which type do you wish to learn?"

Her voice was gentle, unhurried, and soothing as she explained.

"This...." Zhang Rongfang frowned, pondering for a moment, "Could you provide me with a pen and paper?"

Soon, a petite, beautiful woman wearing a white veil emerged from behind the bead curtain, handing Zhang Rongfang a set of paper and pen.

The woman had long black hair cascading over her shoulders, with eyes that were bright and watery, seemingly on the verge of tears, appearing aggrieved.

Her facial features were charming and shy, accompanied by a faint, peculiar fragrance as she descended.

"Thank you." Zhang Rongfang accepted the paper and pen, swiftly writing down two lock texts from the ancient scroll he still remembered clearly.

What he wanted to learn were the characters from the secret scroll he had come across before.

The paper was sent inside, and Gong Shuyin soon responded.

"This is Bodagan Language, one of the lock texts specifically created for rituals. It’s not very difficult, consisting of thirty-seven characters as the basic unit."

"Then, I shall trouble Miss Gong." Zhang Rongfang took out from his sleeve a prepared payment for the lesson, a bundle of silver coins wrapped in white cloth.

He placed the silver coins on the ground and gently pushed them forward.

Zhang Rongfang looked up at the maiden-like woman as she slowly picked up the silver bundle and carried it into the bead curtain.

For some reason, Zhang Rongfang felt there was something not quite right about this maiden-like woman.

But couldn’t pinpoint what it was.

"Since Young Master Zhang is so generous, shall we start today?" Gong Shuyin inquired.

"Entirely up to the teacher’s arrangement."

Since he was here to learn, necessary respect needed to be given.

In this era, the term "teacher" was used to respectfully refer to knowledgeable and cultured individuals, regardless of gender.

"Then, let’s start with the origins of Bodagan Language...." Gong Shuyin spoke softly.

Her voice was gentle and clear, not too loud, without causing drowsiness.

Unconsciously, as she explained, Zhang Rongfang gradually got into the flow.

No matter her identity, he was here solely for a transaction, only to learn relevant lock text matters.

Any of her secrets, they were irrelevant to him.

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Outside Wushan City, Lanying County.

"Get out!"

In a residence, a few burly men with broad waists and rounded shoulders kicked away a blocking middle-aged man.

Each of them held a pure-looking, beautiful young girl, walking out from the gate.

These girls were only fifteen or sixteen years old, yet remarkably, their appearances and figures were strikingly similar.

They were extraordinarily rare triplets.

"Father!"

"Let go of me! Help!"

"You vile people will get what you deserve one day!"

Three young girls struggled and flailed as they were forcefully dragged into a carriage waiting by the roadside.

The carriage door slammed shut with a bang.

The two remaining strong men approached the middle-aged man struggling desperately on the ground.

"Don’t blame us, you’ve borrowed so much money from us and can’t repay it. You’re nothing more than a brute peasant. What else can you offer as payment besides your three daughters?"

"I... I didn’t owe you..." The man struggled to get up, but was viciously kicked in the chest by one of the men, rolling him away.

He couldn’t catch his breath, and his face gradually turned pale, then purple.

He had no idea what was happening. He never gambled, nor did he do business; he just lived a simple life farming honestly. How could it have come to this... how...

"Still trying to deny it! If you don’t repay your debts, I could beat you to death without even having to report to the authorities!" One of the strong men shouted, interrupting him as he rushed forward to deliver another kick.

This kick sent the man rolling again, his body trembling a few times before he lay still.

Residents who were disturbed and wanted to speak out for justice stopped themselves upon hearing these words.

Owing debts and selling children into servitude to repay them was a matter of course in Great Spirit.

The Great Spirit allowed the trade of people, and those who sold themselves were referred to as servant mouths.

Even Spirit People could become slaves and be sold if circumstances were dire enough.

Let alone ordinary families.

Before long, the middle-aged man struggling one last time lifted his head, and the people around saw his face was covered in blood, blood trickling continually from his mouth, nose, ears, and eyes.

"Why... what for..."

"Why!!!"

With his last ounce of strength, the man shouted towards the sky.

Then his head tilted, body falling to the ground, breathless.

In the distance, a swordsman wearing a straw hat unconsciously tightened his grip on his sword hilt.

"Don’t be rash." His companion behind him quickly grabbed his hand, shaking his head.

"Who are those people!?" The swordsman asked, suppressing his anger.

"Their cuffs have small golden bird patterns, that’s the mark of the Golden Wing Pavilion in Wushan." The companion sighed. "Recently, the Golden Wing Pavilion stationed a Spirit Envoy here, making the Black Eagle and Bai Ying more rampant. They’re already colluding with the Huang family, and now...."

"Such scum should not live! Why do we practice Martial Arts if not for this?!" The swordsman said angrily.

"There are too many...." The companion whispered. "They have many experts and a lot of people. Do you think no one has resisted before? People nearby have gathered several times, all of whom were oppressed, but as soon as they began, the leaders were assassinated. The remaining key members all met a miserable end."

"So... now no one dares anymore...."

The swordsman stared furiously at the body lying on the ground.

"I’ll go find Master! What does it matter if it’s a Spirit Envoy? As long as Master takes action, there’ll be no problem!"

"Alas... Master is already old... the other side is still young, at the same level. Are you trying to bring disaster upon Master?" The companion said helplessly.

"Brother Hu, we cannot let our hometown of Jiutan Town where we grew up become like this! Help me!" The swordsman turned sharply to his companion.

"I can only mention it to my father once. But it’s difficult. The Golden Wing Pavilion has deep roots... and they’re colluding with the Huang family of the Three Great Houses. Just our two families alone, taking them on is very hard." The companion shook his head slightly.

"Let’s unite all the forces willing to resist. I refuse to believe! This Wushan Prefecture is our homeland, do they think they control everything?!" The swordsman said angrily.

"Actually, if we could just take out that Spirit Envoy, the rest of the Golden Wing Pavilion’s forces would be easier to handle. It’s mainly since that Spirit Envoy arrived, the lackeys have become bold, they wouldn’t have dared to snatch people so openly before."

"We grew up drinking the Wujiang River’s water, and now that the river is murky, we must restore the entire Wujiang to its original purity!" The swordsman stated fiercely.

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In the blink of an eye, more than a month had passed.

In the span of thirty some days, Zhang Rongfang had accumulated three more attribute points, adding them all to his Void Observation Skill.

After piling on so many attribute points.

At this moment, the Void Observation Skill had reached the Seventh Transformation Core Formation Realm.

Only two points away from the Ninth Transformation Golden Core.

Bang bang!!

In the courtyard, Zhang Rongfang instantaneously struck out with two palms in succession.

The time between the two strikes was only a second, but their power was almost identical.

On the thick practice stake, two new palm prints were once again left behind.

He stepped back a few paces, letting out a long breath of satisfaction.

These two palms were both executed using his double weight Mountain Strike.

After reaching the Seventh Transformation, his internal organs’ capacity had significantly improved.

Previously, he could only use the double weight Mountain Strike once without harm.

Now, he could use it twice in succession.

This was progress.

Apart from this, he had not been idle in his cultivation either.

These days, following the advice of the Celestial Maiden Tong Chapter, he also began practicing hidden weapon techniques.

Suddenly raising his hand, a glint of cold light shot out.

With a clink, the cold light struck the thick wooden plank on the wall, rolling onto the ground, revealing its form.

It was an iron cross star flying dart.

This is one of the easiest hidden weapons to use and learn. Even an ordinary person could easily stick it onto a wooden board as long as they didn’t throw it randomly.

But for an expert, the power was astonishing after using it.

Zhang Rongfang didn’t have the time to choose some difficult hidden weapons, nor did he want to waste attribute points on them.

His intuition told him that once the life attribute reached a certain height, some transformation might occur.

So, he put all his attribute points into the Void Observation Skill for now.

He walked over, picked up the flying dart, and tried again.

Clink!

This time, the dart stuck.