Cultivators Are So Weak in This World-Chapter 178: Line 165

Boom...

Clouds gradually gathered in the sky, and the sound of thunder spread.

Swoosh.

Suddenly, a figure in black appeared beside the three men of Tiger of Swinging Mountain.

The figure wore a black mask with silver threads, and it was none other than Zhang Rongfang, who had just driven away Xue Chengyu.

He glanced over the three men on the ground, a look of regret in his eyes.

"Qingsu."

"Here!" Qingsu quickly approached from behind, kneeling on one knee.

"This one still has some breath, take him back for treatment," Zhang Rongfang pointed to Ding Yu.

"His heart is naturally on the right side, so his life is preserved."

Qingsu was slightly stunned, then went forward to check, and indeed found that Ding Yu was still breathing, showing a look of surprise.

"Go," Zhang Rongfang tossed a few words, swiftly chasing in the direction Xue Chengyu had left, disappearing into the mountains and forests in the blink of an eye.

It wasn’t far into the forest when he suddenly stopped, rushed upwards, and with a series of eagle claw movements, landed on a branch.

Poof.

A mouthful of blood burst from his mouth, covered promptly by his palm, slowly sliding down his robe.

Earlier, he had overextended his limits, causing injury to his body, and during the last strike, he employed the quintuple mountain weight, further injuring his internal organs.

But the immense power of that strike also intimidated Xue Chengyu, who immediately turned and fled.

At his level, he would never gamble his life over pride. So he turned and ran.

He believed Zhang Rongfang could unleash a second strike of the same kind.

And Zhang Rongfang, in order not to reveal his condition, kept holding up.

Until he got here, where there was no one around, he finally couldn’t hide it anymore, and he relaxed his heart.

The counter-impact of the quintuple mountain weight and the terrifying backlash from fighting Xue Chengyu erupted at once.

Due to his recently achieved Golden Core, along with having not suffered much injury before, his life force was high, with little depletion.

His internal organs were thus extremely robust.

At this time, on his status bar, life had already dropped by thirteen points, leaving only a range of 32 points.

As soon as he relieved his limits, the injury surged up all at once.

’No problem, life hasn’t continued falling, which clearly means my situation is now stable. The self-recovery resistance of a Golden Core is indeed extraordinary... No wonder those seventy to eighty-year-old Nascent Souls, after getting severely injured, can recover so quickly with no impact at all.’

Zhang Rongfang recalled Xu Yi Daoist and those Literary Cultivators of Qinghe Palace, slowly understanding in his heart.

If it weren’t for its real effects, Great Dao Teaching wouldn’t be so prosperous and wouldn’t attract so many Martial Cultivators to switch to the Cultivation of Literature.

Many Martial Cultivators, once they reach an age, will cultivate literature as a supplement.

After brief sorting, he lifted his head, looking into the distance where Xue Chengyu had left.

"I’ll spare you this time... but... next time, it won’t be so easy...."

Wiping the bloodstains on his sleeve, he turned and headed toward the Golden Wing Pavilion headquarters.

The Ten Thousand Miles Manor still needed his intervention to salvage the situation.

Though heavily injured, dealing with some warriors below the eighth grade was still effortless for him.

The more proficient in body technique like him, the easier it was to overpower opponents beneath his level, with minimal depletion.

If it were those ninth grades confronting directly, it would be different. Every direct clash would actually leave slight harm.

After all, force is mutual.

Even with such a huge difference between water and stone, water dripping wears away stone; problems arise.

Let alone, the difference between people isn’t as vast.

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"Unfamiliar mosquito net..."

Ding Yu slowly opened his eyes, his consciousness still somewhat unclear. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

His head was a blur, still clinging to the last sound he heard before losing consciousness.

At that time, his eyes, from excessive blood loss, were too blurry to see clearly.

He could only hear someone speaking beside him.

"His heart is naturally on the right side... take him back..."

The voice was hazy, followed by a woman’s voice responding.

Then he lost consciousness.

And now....

Ding Yu slowly sat up, his left chest burning with unbearable pain.

But he knew he’d narrowly escaped death this time.

Born with extraordinary strength, he was still instantly defeated by that mysterious figure’s palm.

Such speed...!

It was terrifying...

His awareness barely reacted, but his body couldn’t keep up at all.

When hit on the left chest, his right hand only managed to raise halfway.

The Limit-Breaking Skill was hastily unleashed but still couldn’t make it in time.

Just one palm.

He lost.

If not for being naturally right-hearted... he’d be dead by now.

Ding Yu closed his eyes, recalling the shock, astonishment, disbelief in his two brothers’ eyes before death.

The scenes replayed in his mind.

He raised his hand to cover his face.

Tears seeped through his fingers.

"If only... at the beginning, I wasn’t so arrogant....."

It was he who brought harm to his two brothers....

He was too conceited.....

That man.....

He closed his eyes, holding on desperately to the memory of that person, although he couldn’t see the face, he remembered that dark blue dragon-shaped mask!

"You’re awake?" A clear, cold female voice sounded by the bedside. "When we found you, you were close to death. Excessive blood loss, fractured sternum. Although medicine was given and the bone was set, whether you survive is still up to you."

"I didn’t expect you actually survived." The woman said coldly.

"Did you save me?" Ding Yu lowered his hand, wiping away the tears on his face.

"No, it was my master who discovered you were still breathing; otherwise, no one would have noticed, and you’d surely die lying there." The woman replied.

"Who is your master? I, Ding Yu, will remember this life-saving grace. I will repay it someday!" Ding Yu said solemnly.

"My master is the Spirit Envoy of the Golden Wing Pavilion whom you wish to challenge." The woman answered coldly.

"....." Ding Yu opened his mouth, momentarily at a loss for words.

The opponent he planned to fight turned out to be his lifesaver?

"Since I was rescued, what about my two brothers? They..." Ding Yu hesitated, still holding onto his last hope.

"They’re completely dead. They received a palm strike to the heart and lost their breath instantly."

The answer dashed his last hope entirely.

Ding Yu’s face turned pale as he fell silent for a moment before suddenly getting out of bed.

"I want to see them!"

Though his chest was in intense pain, his face remained expressionless, as if the pain wasn’t his.

Qingsu glanced at him, noticing the blood seeping from his chest.

"Follow me." She turned to lead the way out of the room.

Only then did Ding Yu notice that the place he lay had faint traces of smoke and burn marks everywhere.

It seemed a big fire had occurred here recently.

They walked out of the room into a mess outside, where many people were cleaning and organizing.

These people wore monochrome outfits of black or white, with identical black masks covering their faces.

The masks exposed only their eyes, featureless and smooth, unforgettable at first sight.

He looked at himself and realized he was wearing similar pure white clothes, though without a mask and more loose-fitting.

"On the day of your battle agreement, our Golden Wing Pavilion headquarters encountered strong enemies, just barely repelled now." Qingsu briefly explained ahead.

Ding Yu didn’t speak, only looking around woodenly.

Passing a building ruin, his pupils contracted at seeing rows of corpses lined up on the ground.

The corpses were arranged neatly as people sprayed mist-like liquid over them using something like a watering can.

There were at least a hundred corpses visible at a glance!

At the far edge, he immediately spotted the bodies of his brothers, Xu Xin and Sun Xiaohui.

Seeing the corpses, Ding Yu’s eyes burned, tears welling up instantly.

He rushed forward, trembling all over, kneeling beside the two.

Tears dripped continuously onto the ground.

"Damn!!"

Suddenly, he pounded the ground fiercely.

Bam bam bam bam!!

Punch after punch, his chest began to bleed, yet he was oblivious.

"The master said, you owe him a life. Remember to repay it." Qingsu gently reminded from behind.

"Also, if you want revenge, you can go to him. He knows who killed your brothers."

Ding Yu knelt on the ground, gritting his teeth.

Qingsu watched his painful back, feeling an inexplicable solitude.

No matter how strong Ding Yu’s martial arts were, what would it ultimately amount to?

The martial arts world, with its comings and goings, a momentary lapse could mean life or death.

No one can guarantee their survival to the end.

Suddenly, she understood why the Golden Wing Pavilion would prioritize concealment.

Why many organizations and families value harmony.

Why despite being extremely powerful, so many still form alliances and borrow influence.

In the entire Wushan, aside from the master, how many are stronger than Ding Yu, the Tiger of Dangshan?

But now?

If Ding Yu hadn’t recklessly sought death, would he have dragged his two brothers down too?

At this moment, Qingsu realized many things. Also understood what she wanted to pursue in the future.

The highest level of the art of war is to win without fighting.

So that was the reason?

Whether forming alliances or hiding among commoners, valuing harmony is the same.

The goal is, ultimately, not to fight.

Intimidating others with strength, making outsiders submit and shrink away, too powerful to dare attack.

Concealing oneself so enemies can’t find you to engage.

Being amicable, preventing even the rise of hostility, let alone attacks?

Thus, as long as there is no confrontation, there will be no wounds, enabling continued existence.

"Actually, you had good luck." A short person named Bao Ning, also injured, walked over slowly.

He glanced coldly at Ding Yu.

"If the master hadn’t first severely injured that Sea Dragon Merfolk, and you recklessly provoked them, you’ll likely not have even a complete corpse left."

"Sea Dragon Merfolk?!" Ding Yu trembled abruptly.

"That person... someone that powerful, were they badly wounded?!"

His heart trembled, raising his head to stare at Bao Ning.

"Couldn’t you see his whole body was bloody?" Bao Ning retorted. "After being seriously injured, the person quickly fled, then was stopped by you three... You tell me, how would you react?"

Ding Yu closed his eyes, recalling that indeed, the masked person was all bloodied...

So..... even against a severely injured person, I couldn’t win???!

He found it hard to believe as he recalled his previous actions, feeling some desolation now.

"No way!" He suddenly shuddered, "Did you say your master severely injured the Sea Dragon Merfolk!?"

"What else?" Bao Ning sneered.

Ding Yu felt a mix of emotions, looking at his brothers’ bodies on the ground.

He fell silent for a long time.