Cultivators Are So Weak in This World-Chapter 152 - 143 Qing, Part 1

"Alright, you may leave now." Zhang Rongfang waved his hand.

It was late in the evening, and he wasn’t interested in wasting words with Xiang Ling.

"Yes." Xiang Ling bowed respectfully, turned, tapped the wall thrice gently, and then vaulted over it, landing on the other side.

Shortly after, the sound of footsteps receded away outside the wall.

Zhang Rongfang closed his eyes, standing in the courtyard, quietly regulating his breath.

About ten minutes later, he turned around and entered the room, swiftly drafting a scroll, summoning the Little Red Bird.

He tucked the scroll into a bamboo tube and then released the bird.

Squinting, he watched as the red bird vanished into the night sky, lost in thought.

Thump thump thump.

Suddenly, a knock sounded at the courtyard door again.

"Come in."

Zhang Rongfang maintained a calm expression, seemingly unsurprised.

The courtyard door was pushed open.

With her hair tied in two ponytails, Weili, wearing a white ruqun with flared sleeves, entered, gracefully curtsying to him.

The door was closed behind her, and Weili cleared her throat.

"My lord, after over a month of thorough investigation, we have indeed discovered some information.

Previously, forces targeting our Golden Wing Pavilion mainly belonged to an organization called Zhengming Association.

This organization has numerous skilled members, with considerable influence in Wushan Prefecture. Most of them are local experts."

"The reason? Why are they antagonistic toward us?"

"I visited more than a dozen places, and the results were largely similar. The people of Zhengming Association harbor deep resentment because either their families have suffered due to the information from Golden Wing Pavilion or they have been assassinated, hence grudges have accumulated.

They believe that without us, Wushan Prefecture would be more peaceful and tranquil.

This is a summary of the intelligence." Weili stepped forward, handing the scroll she held to Zhang Rongfang.

Zhang Rongfang accepted it and examined it closely. It detailed the conflicts between Zhengming Association and Golden Wing Pavilion.

Primarily, it described how many of the association’s skilled relatives had been assassinated for various reasons, thus fostering intense hatred toward Golden Wing Pavilion.

The scroll clearly noted that the head of Zhengming Association was a swordsmanship expert named Kunxu Sword.

This man is extremely skilled but quite aged, with records indicating he can kill an eighth-grade expert in three moves, but afterward, is left panting heavily.

"Kunxu Sword...." Zhang Rongfang nodded in understanding. He glanced at Weili.

"Is there anything else to report?"

Weili thought for a moment, then shook her head.

"Nothing else."

"Alright then." Zhang Rongfang crumbled the scroll into powder fragments, which fell swiftly to the ground.

"That’s it for this. How is the progress on the other task I entrusted to you?" he inquired calmly.

"It’s all been investigated... However, my lord, isn’t this somewhat risky?" Weili furrowed her brows, showing a hint of concern.

"I found out that Sea Dragon indeed has bases in Wushan Prefecture, not just one. They’re all long-term bases. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

The leader at one base is a master named Cyan Horn. The locations have been identified, but they might just be surface locations.

After all, even as a specialized intelligence organization, we can’t perfectly track their movements."

"No matter. Continue." Zhang Rongfang’s expression remained indifferent.

"Furthermore... those tracking Sea Dragon have followed them to three places.

They include the Celestial Fragrance Pavilion in Bianjing City District, the Dream Boat Association in West City District, and Cyan Book Pavilion in Wuling District."

"Are you certain all three locations are associated with Sea Dragon?" Zhang Rongfang asked.

"Confirmed. I spent most of my time on these three places, absolutely correct." Weili affirmed solemnly.

"Alright then. Notify Qingsu over there; mobilize the personnel." Zhang Rongfang raised his head to gaze at the moon.

"Start tonight. I want all of Wushan Prefecture to hear my presence."

"Yes!" Weili could only nod.

Zhang Rongfang’s expression remained calm. Naturally, he wouldn’t admit that he was simply itching for action, and couldn’t randomly attack good people, so he chose notorious characters to satisfy his urge.

This way, he could both safeguard the environment around his sister and brother-in-law, and satisfy his own physiological needs.

As for why he chose Sea Dragon?

That choice was, of course, politically correct.

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Jiutan Town.

In the village where Golden Wing Pavilion’s dead soldiers reside.

One by one, the Little Red Birds swooped down, bringing orders from the Spiritual Envoys.

Duan Valley stood in his bedroom, reading the scroll by candlelight, his face heavy with concern.

"So sudden...." He pondered momentarily, then swiftly penned a scroll, tied it to a Little Red Bird, opened the window, and allowed the bird to fly out.

Then he gathered his gear and weapons, rushing out of the bedroom to assemble the team of dead soldiers.

In half an hour, all 190-something members were gathered.

Qingsu was also alerted by the sudden news and stood at the forefront of the team with Duan Valley.

She now held the Commander’s Seal given by Zhang Rongfang, making her one of the highest leaders of the dead soldiers’ team.

She represented the status of Zhang Rongfang, the Spiritual Envoy.

One by one, the captains lined up their squads.

"Everyone, prepare!"

Duan Valley stood at the front, raising his hand.

"Starting now, scatter and head into the prefectorial city to await dispatch!"

Scatter, disguise, and only then can they safely enter the city without being noticed by other factions.

"Yes!"

All the captains bowed their heads, answering in unison.

In the night, the road beside the village, nearly two hundred people appeared just like a gathering of ordinary villagers.

But the solemn and orderly expressions on everyone’s faces indicated that they were far from ordinary villagers.

"Set off!" Duan Valley shouted loudly.

He didn’t know what he was completely doing heading to the prefecture city, but as a death warrior, his role was to directly obey the orders of the spirit envoy.

Qingsu on the side also wore a somber expression.

She just detected a minor issue when, suddenly, she had to mobilize people and head to the prefecture city district.

This sudden change made her feel a bad premonition in her heart.

"Captain of Duan Valley, did the master say what we’re going to do? Where specifically is the location?" She tied her long hair with a ribbon and turned to ask.

"No idea, once we enter the city, we’ll receive the news. As death warriors, we don’t have to worry about anything; we only need to obey the master." Duan Valley’s eyes flashed as he smiled sincerely.

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Bianjing City District.

Celestial Fragrance Pavilion.

In the bustling and noisy Bianjing District, the most lively and luxurious place at night is certainly Thousand Hall.

Thousand Hall is twelve stories high, with its edges adorned with layers of lanterns.

The evening breeze sways the bright lights. Even in the entire Wushan Prefecture, it’s a marvelous sight.

Yet, outside of Thousand Hall, the most luxurious and enjoyable place.

Is the acknowledged Celestial Fragrance Pavilion.

Unlike Thousand Hall, Celestial Fragrance Pavilion does not allow ordinary people to enter freely.

Everyone who enters needs a recommendation and guarantee from a member.

According to those who have entered, this pavilion consists of five floors, each representing the extreme of a specific beauty. Each floor has different activities.

It’s said that regardless of gender or fortune, anyone here can find their preferred type of entertainment.

This five-story hall is located not far from Thousand Hall, and its lights are far dimmer in comparison.

But compared to there, the guests coming and going here are either wealthy or noble.

At this time, on the highest floor of the Celestial Fragrance Pavilion, by the balcony.

Sitting in place today is the seventh-rank expert Zhong Qinglian.

He was dressed in a blue fit garment, holding a silk cloth, gently wiping the long narrow blade on his knee.

He is proficient in saber techniques, having started practicing martial arts at age five, training diligently for decades, and finally mastering the family’s Five-leaf Lotus Saber to its highest level.

After this, there was no other path, so he joined Celestial Fragrance Pavilion, leveraging its abundant resources of silver coins, using various treasures to forcibly enhance his Qi and Blood, cultivating new literature and martial arts.

Unfortunately, despite his good talent, he lacked rich conditions from a young age. This led to accumulated hidden injuries from previous battles, causing issues with breaking through higher grades.

Even after consuming numerous treasures, he can only manage to extend his peak state and his lifespan to a certain extent.

At this time, the night wind brushed gently, cool and refreshing.

Zhong Qinglian relaxed his mind and slowly entered the cultivation state of literature.

As for vigilance, being on the fifth floor, every floor below has various skilled guards stationed.

Should anything happen, there are levels of experts to step forward and handle it.

Unless it becomes unmanageable, someone would come to summon him.

Within the entire five-story Celestial Fragrance Pavilion, there are thirty-two ranked experts distributed throughout.

They range from second to fourth rank levels.

And above fifth rank, he stands alone.

The numbers, coupled with more than sixty guards and bodyguards to assist.

It’s practically fortified, with strict defenses.

Yet as he stood on the balcony, enjoying the breeze and cultivating, unbeknownst to him, someone in the shadows downstairs was gazing at this place from afar.

"That’s the stationed expert of the Celestial Fragrance Pavilion, Zhong Qinglian."

At the top of a two-story residence.

Several black silhouettes watched Zhong Qinglian from afar.

Each of them wore black masks.

The black masks had thin lines extending from the forehead to the bridge of the nose, resembling a tightly shut third eye.

The person standing in the front was burly, with a mask featuring the only silver line.

Behind him stood two others, with ordinary white lines on their masks.

Further back, six people were standing in formation.

Their masks also had white lines, but significantly shorter than the ones in front.

"Have all your allocated people arrived?" The leading figure gently touched his mask and asked aloud.

"Sir... Shouldn’t you reconsider? The forces entangled with Celestial Fragrance Pavilion are extremely complex. If we move casually, I’m afraid..." The shadow in the back, Tongxin, couldn’t help but advise.

He was suddenly summoned late at night for a gathering, only to be brought here.

Then, the newly appointed spirit envoy Zhang Rongfang told him they were going to strike Celestial Fragrance Pavilion.

And then he was dumbfounded.

What the hell is happening!!?

Tongxin felt a turmoil within, everything was fine yesterday. The spirit envoy was still practicing diligently, seemingly unconcerned with other affairs.

But now tonight everything has changed....!

Honestly, if it were somewhere else, he’d support without hesitation.

But here...

Here..... He also has a share of the profits!

He invested most of his assets initially, collaborating with the Huang Family Sea Dragon, painstakingly establishing the current situation...

This.... This damn.... What kind of situation is this???

"Afraid of what?" Zhang Rongfang’s clear voice transmitted from beneath the mask. "It’s a long night, unable to sleep peacefully. Just out for a bit of fun."

"But sir....!" Tongxin still tried to persuade.

"You’re being a bit noisy." Zhang Rongfang slightly turned his face, his gaze fixing on him. A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

"Or do you think I need a lesson on how to do things?"