Cultivators Are So Weak in This World-Chapter 153 - 144 Qing Dynasty, Part 2

Tongxin’s heart skipped a beat, his scalp suddenly tingling with an inexplicable numbness.

He immediately lowered his head.

"I dare not, sir!"

Xiang Ling, standing beside him, quietly covered her mouth with a giggle.

"Tongxin, the lord has rarely come out for a stroll, don’t ruin his mood."

She knew about the backing of the Tianxiang National Beauty Pavilion, including Tongxin himself.

But since the misfortune didn’t concern her, wasn’t it better to watch the show from the side?

After all, on regular days, Tongxin frequently competed with her dream boat for business.

Seeing the Tianxiang National Beauty Pavilion in trouble now, she naturally gloated.

"That’s fine." Zhang Rongfang nodded with satisfaction. "I don’t care how the previous envoy handled things, but now that I’m in charge, the Golden Wing Pavilion of Wushan Prefecture should follow my rules."

Tongxin had no choice but to bow his hands.

"Yes."

"Since you understand, get ready to move." Zhang Rongfang instructed, "Act swiftly, force the high-grade experts out for my amusement; the rest is up to you."

The two could only comply.

Orders passed down layer by layer.

Soon, a silver firework was handed to Zhang Rongfang.

Xiang Ling lit the fire starter, softly igniting the fuse for him.

"Sir, how far should we go?" Tongxin asked, unable to hold back.

"This place colludes with the Sea Dragon." Zhang Rongfang answered warmly, "So, naturally... leave no chicken or dog alive."

Hiss!!

A firework soared into the sky, exploding with a boom above the Tianxiang National Beauty Pavilion, transforming into blood-red plum blossoms.

In the glow of the flames, Tongxin’s pupils contracted under his mask, his face rapidly turning pale, as he stared dumbfoundedly at Zhang Rongfang.

Not just him, but even Xiang Ling, who should have been gloating, suddenly felt a chill, her skin tightening, slightly averting Zhang Rongfang’s gaze, not daring to look further.

Hiss hiss hiss...

Behind the three, one by one, the skilled hands of the Golden Wing Pavilion, all dressed in black and wearing black masks, rushed out towards the Tianxiang National Beauty Pavilion.

Seen from above.

All around the pavilion, small squads of black masks wielding knives charged towards the center.

They were the subordinates of Tongxin and Xiang Ling, previously instructed by Double Eagle to attack the pavilion under the firework.

Boom!!

The first main door was forcibly broken, and the black masks rushed in, killing anyone carrying a weapon.

In just over ten seconds, the First Layer was breached.

Zhang Rongfang and the other two stood afar, watching and awaiting the outcome.

From the rooftop where they stood, they could clearly see the massacre and bloodshed occurring inside the Tianxiang National Beauty Pavilion.

They could also hear the continuous roars and screams.

The wind carried a faint scent of blood mixed with the incense from the pavilion, giving Zhang Rongfang an inexplicable sense of reassurance.

"A moment ago, their lives were still filled with drunken debauchery. Who could have thought, the next moment, it was life and death overturned, the heavens collapsing and the earth shaking."

He reached out his hand, gently opening it before grasping it shut again.

"To hold one’s destiny in one’s own hands... is truly difficult...." 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Behind him, Tongxin listened to the tearing screams, feeling as if his heart was bleeding. Among them were the voices of assassins and the enforcers of the Tianxiang National Beauty Pavilion.

Those were his people!

But he dared not utter a word.

Zhang Rongfang did not have them join the charge, once he showed any slight flaw or weak point.

When the time comes... there might not even be time to seek outside aid....

At such close distance.

He would undoubtedly die!

Soon, the guests inside the pavilion, panicked, fled.

The deaths were rapid.

Ordinary enforcers and martial artists facing the assassins of the Golden Wing Pavilion were completely overwhelmed.

Hidden weapons, deadly poisons, ambush formations, surprise attacks, all manner of tactics piled on, coupled with numerical superiority. One was undefended, the other fully prepared.

A full hundred people from the city’s stronghold moved in, far beyond what the mercenary enforcers inside the pavilion could handle.

Those willing to risk their lives for money were still very few in the end.

"Let’s go, see if there’s anything interesting." Zhang Rongfang leaped down from the second floor, his toe lightly touching the First Layer’s eaves to buffer his landing.

Tongxin and Xiang Ling could only follow.

At such close distance, if Tongxin dared to show the slightest sign of anything amiss, it would immediately result in a bloody five-step outcome.

The two were merely Sixth-Rank, relying on the influence of the Golden Wing Pavilion and other identities to aid them, allowing them to reach this point.

Unless absolutely necessary, Tongxin would never dare to ruin everything at once.

The three walked in front of the pavilion, stepping over the blood flowing on the ground.

By now, most of the crowd had fled.

In the hall, overturned chairs, wine jugs, trays, and dishes were faintly visible.

Blood splattered on the walls, bodies lay motionless on the opulent, luxurious hall, beautifying the scene.

Boom!

Suddenly, from above the floor, a black-masked assassin rolled down, knocked down.

"Ah!!!"

With a roar and the sound of a sword’s swoosh, a cyan figure rushed out from the second-floor stairway, then leaped toward the trio.

"Five-leaf Lotus Heart·Empty Screen!"

In an instant, silver sword light shot towards Zhang Rongfang and the other two.

Shu!

The sword light dispersed, suddenly changing again, and just one meter away from the three, it exploded like a peacock spreading its tail, splitting into five, simultaneously striking at them.

"Flame Emperor Talisman·Fire Without Fuel."

Zhang Rongfang’s expression remained calm, his right hand suddenly raised high, with faint afterimages, piercing precisely through the gaps in the sword light.

Grabbing the opponent’s wrist.

"Impressive skill."

"Unfortunately, still too weak."

Crack.

With a snap, accompanied by a scream, the sword in Zhong Qinglian’s hand fell, retreating several steps.