Cultivators Are So Weak in This World-Chapter 172 - 161 Should Answer (Alliance Leader)

Winter has passed, and spring has come.

Zhang Rongfang looked at the new buds slowly emerging at the treetops on the wall.

The tender green buds trembled slightly in the wind, making it difficult to discern whether it was the branches swaying or the buds themselves.

"The news from the General Pavilion is unclear now, even Wushan Prefecture, such a large city, can be neglected. Let alone other towns.

Moreover, the Super Grade Sea Dragon is arriving... A storm is brewing..."

He turned around to face Qingsu and Weili standing behind him.

After some recuperation, Weili’s health had improved significantly.

At this moment, under his gaze, Weili’s body trembled, knowing what he wanted to inquire about.

"Sir, this division of the Golden Wing Pavilion oversees four routes, essentially subordinate to the Eastern Sect organization around Dinghe Road.

But the Golden Wing Pavilion is not the only organization led by the master," Weili said.

Her master, of course, was Celestial Maiden Tong Chapter.

And this sentence essentially separated the Golden Wing Pavilion under Celestial Maiden Tong Chapter’s management from the other regions.

Zhang Rongfang understood immediately.

"You mean, the Great Spirit Golden Wing Pavilion is divided into many parts, each managed by different people? So the General Pavilion here only oversees the four-route area?"

"Exactly," Weili nodded. "Additionally, the master is busy with a significant matter, though I’m not sure exactly what it is. However... this matter might affect the future regarding whether the Eastern Sect or Western Sect dominates the religious authority."

"Religious authority over the whole...," Zhang Rongfang carefully considered this statement.

"The Sea Dragon belongs to the Western Sect. Their style, as you should know, once they occupy the main influence, the future of this world will be uncertain," Weili said solemnly.

"Honestly, the servant was also saved by the master from the Western Sect’s grip, and not being trusted is understandable. Because the servant bears too many traces of the Western Sect.

But..." she paused.

"But this time, it’s best for you to prepare adequately for yourself, sir. The General Pavilion is distracted now, and likely all local divisions are in the same situation as you."

Zhang Rongfang understood instantly.

He thought of this himself.

The Golden Wing Pavilion has a Dead Warrior system everywhere. It’s a massive force...

If this force were entirely under his control...

At that time, even a typical Super Grade would not easily take action when faced with a siege by Dead Warriors.

After all, apart from those madmen on the black list, most of the Super Grades have many family members.

Unless they wish for their family riches to perish and completely fall into the black list, they will certainly treat a higher-up possessing a lot of soldiers with respect.

Then... he might even use this power to trade with Super Grades, persuading them to support him, causing those without any hindrance to be wary....

In an instant, many ideas flashed through Zhang Rongfang’s mind about this aspect.

A flame of ambition was ignited in his heart.

Personal strength is important, and such power is equally important. Otherwise, being overwhelmed with tasks, sooner or later, undesired things might happen.

"In that case, as the spirit envoy of the Golden Wing Pavilion in the prefecture city of Dinghe Road, should I not have the authority to temporarily manage the forces of all local divisions?" he asked gravely.

"Typically, it requires a special order from the General Pavilion, but during exceptional times, you can act accordingly," Qingsu answered. She had recently memorized the rules thoroughly.

If strength is insufficient, then one can only compensate elsewhere.

"That’s enough."

Zhang Rongfang extended his hand, his white jade-like fingers gently spreading open.

"If I were to manage the entire Dinghe Road, we currently lack enough personnel."

The masters in the prefecture city could not support his current ambitions.

The abrupt changes in the General Pavilion, the emergency situations above, created a great sense of crisis in his heart.

He must find a way to gain complete control of forces that belong exclusively to him.... The Golden Wing Pavilion, after all, relies on the upper management.

These people are loyal to the Golden Wing Pavilion, not him.

So.....

What kind of person would be loyal to him, rather than to the Golden Wing Pavilion??

Zhang Rongfang soon had an answer in mind.

In Dinghe Road, there are five cities like Wushan Prefecture.

Furthermore, there are over thirty medium-sized towns, and surrounding villages number up to hundreds. Each city has a Dead Warrior system corps.

If he were to completely control this power....

"The previous list, Bao Ning should have results by now." Weili answered.

"Summon him," Zhang Rongfang knew he couldn’t handle all the forces in every city.

But as long as he subdues the powerful figures in each city and lets them manage different towns, he can still easily govern everything.

Therefore, he only needs to consider how to truly make such people subdue to him.

Looking up, he again gazed at the new buds at the treetops.

But he was stunned to see a messenger Little Red Bird standing by the buds, pecking them apart and eating them.

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Two days later....

On the official road only a few hundred miles from Wushan Prefecture.

A swaying caravan slowly approached from a distance.

The convoy consisted of seven or eight carriage compartments, each surrounded by walking guards.

This convoy appeared to resemble a noble traveling party, yet lacked any other luggage or ox carts for transportation.

And if it were a merchant caravan, they wouldn’t use such cost-inefficient carriages.

So many people need food, drinks, and relief along the way, but this convoy had only small luggage packs, hanging on the sides of the horses.

No other belongings were seen.

Inside the largest black compartment.

A slightly chubby man with an eight-character mustache donned a red and blue brocade robe, holding a picture of Cyan Horn in his hand, examining it closely.

"I didn’t expect after all these years.... the first to leave was you, Junior Brother...."

Although Cyan Horn was said to be missing, the man familiar with his personality could already guess this meant his demise.

Among the trio of brothers from the same school, each one was exceptionally talented, and Cyan Horn, though slightly less, still far surpassed ordinary people.

Before leaving the sect, Cyan Horn left bold words, not to return to the mountain unless breaking through the Ninth Grade barrier!

And now....

The man let out a light sigh.

"What a pity... If we wait a little longer, perhaps we could wait until the world’s great trend shifts towards us. By then, our position and that of the Golden Wing Pavilion would be reversed. Perhaps then you might find your Ming Fei more easily..."

"A man’s fate, it is timing and destiny...."

Since becoming a Merfolk, he often let out such sighs.

He disdained the methods within Sea Dragon of abducting beautiful women.

But as his master is a high-ranking member of Sea Dragon, he could not defy him.

Previously, out of compassion, he secretly released a few pitiful girls. He was discovered and criticized.

Since then, he has been marginalized.

Now he has surpassed his rank, stepping into the Super Grade and becoming part of the Merfolk, his situation has improved.

"Lord Xue, we are about to enter the territory of Wushan Prefecture ahead."

The driver outside the carriage reminded in a deep voice.

"The intelligence capability of the Golden Wing Pavilion is very strong; from here, we might be discovered at any time."

"It’s okay." Xue Chengyu said calmly, "Their rules do not allow the arbitrary mobilization of the death-soldiers’ army. This is a promise they made to the Spirit Court. Also, they should know that surrounding and killing death-soldiers cannot kill me."

The relationship between the Golden Wing Pavilion and Sea Dragon in various places is very delicate.

In some places, the two do not interfere with each other; one sells intelligence, the other captures girls, each doing their work.

In some places, the two are like water and fire, constantly clashing but controlling it from escalating rapidly.

Originally, in Wushan Prefecture, it was the same; as long as both sides did not breach each other’s tolerance bottom line, they would be at peace.

Mutual cooperation was not uncommon either.

But unexpectedly....

"First contact those at Wushan headquarters and check what exactly is going on.

If it’s truly the Golden Wing Pavilion playing tricks, as the price for first escalating the conflict, I will wipe out all the Golden Wing Pavilion higher-ups in Wushan Prefecture." Xue Chengyu said indifferently.

"Understood." the driver responded.

Every organization has its own bottom line; for Sea Dragon, it is the annual obligation to deliver a fixed number of young girls.

And with the Sea Dragon leader gone, it’s naturally impossible to meet this year’s requirement.

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The two Ninth Grade members of the Shangguan family in Wushan Prefecture were defeated.

The two joined forces but could not match even the Dashing Mountain Tiger alone. After thirty moves, they were simultaneously defeated.

The ordinary people wouldn’t understand, although Shangguan Qingrong is Ninth Grade, with his declining Qi and Blood, he could only perform at the peak of Eighth Grade.

In reality, the main force was still his son, Shangguan Hao.

But now, Shangguan Hao has lost, lost miserably, struck in the abdomen, vomiting blood on the spot, unconscious.

Shangguan Qingrong also had a fractured arm; if not for the final musket volley, crossbows scattering, forcing Dashing Mountain Tiger to retreat.

The two might not even have survived.

They would have been beaten to death on the spot.

Until now, the entire Wushan Prefecture, all the Ninth Grades have been defeated by the Dashing Mountain Tiger, no one can match him.

It was rumored Yue Hanquan sent people to invite Dinghe Road’s martial arts celebrity—Tan Xiao, known as the Thousand-Mountain One Sword. Unfortunately, after several invitations, it yielded no success.

Later, someone reported Tan Xiao left Dinghe Road a year ago.

The Tan family just hadn’t released the news.

At this point, hope was extinguished.

Without Tan Xiao, the other mysterious Super Grade expert also remained elusive.

No one dared to challenge the Dashing Mountain Tiger at the arena by Huazhi River again.

No one wanted to go up and court death.

Even the Ninth Grade Prefecture Commander and his son were defeated, what point was there for others to go up?

Bang!

In the mountain forest. Inside the Dashing Mountain Tiger’s stronghold.

Ding Yu struck a thick pine tree trunk with a fierce palm.

Looking at the deep palm print made by himself, he fell into an inexplicable state of emptiness.

"I never thought before, those Ninth Grade would be so weak...."

"Nor did I ever think, the entire Wushan Prefecture is trash.... they tout each other, boast... making people think they are incomparably powerful...."

"Big brother." Behind him, Xu Xin and others looked at him with some concern.

Since his complete victory in the arena two days ago, he has been in a state where nothing interests him.

"Weren’t there supposed to be Super Grade experts, the Thousand-Mountain One Sword? Maybe...." Xu Xin advised.

"It’s useless...." Ding Yu interrupted him, "They are as weak as monkeys. The monkeys say to each other, that monkey is very strong, very impressive.... but what of it...?"

"To me, they are still just monkeys...."

Ding Yu felt there was an empty hole in his chest, like hunger, which made him listless no matter what he did.

Money?

He had plenty.

Beauty?

He wasn’t interested, just a low-level physiological reaction, leaving him even emptier afterward.

Treasures?

What were those things for? Could they be eaten?

Since childhood, the only thing that interested him was martial arts.

So even when his once villainous master wanted to take him in as a disciple, he agreed without hesitation.

All because the master was strong enough.

Unfortunately, later the master was no longer strong enough.

In a sparring session, he couldn’t help but killed him.

Yes, he couldn’t control himself.

He only wanted to continue challenging stronger and stronger, and stronger opponents!