Cultivators Are So Weak in This World-Chapter 179: Line 166, Part 2

The Mountain Tiger was killed on the spot by a merperson from Sea Dragon’s highest echelon in Wushan.

And the merperson was heavily injured by a Spiriter from the Golden Wing Pavilion.

This news spread throughout Wushan within days.

From the Shangguan family overseeing the prefecture to the Yue family of Yue Hanquan, and down to the ordinary folks at teahouses and taverns,

everyone heard the news through various channels.

The authorities intentionally compiled and disseminated the entire report.

"Speaking of the Golden Wing Pavilion, it’s now the Eastern Sect force of the Spirit Court, which is flourishing like never before.

Previously, people didn’t know about them because the organization was quite low-key. But this time, they couldn’t stay under the radar even if they tried."

In the teahouse, a bespectacled storyteller fanned himself as he eagerly recounted the latest news and rumors.

The patrons in the teahouse were all listening intently.

Usually, these storytellers narrated tales, but given their travels, they always brought back various fresh stories.

Along with caravans, these were many people’s main source of news.

Traveling storytellers, acrobats, performers, singers, or small vendors in caravans.

As for official announcements, they also played a role, primarily used to confirm street rumors.

"The Golden Wing Pavilion mainly deals in intelligence trading, occasionally taking on assassination missions, or doing tasks like providing fake credentials."

"But this time, a Spiriter arrived from the Golden Wing Pavilion in Wushan.

What is a Spiriter? They are the top experts managing the entire prefecture city! Their power is truly earth-shattering, capable of pushing sound for miles with just one move, shaking the world...."

"This time, it was the Spiriter of the Golden Wing Pavilion who swept through Sea Dragon, stepping on the Mountain Tiger to make a name!"

"Speaking of that day, the city gates were wide open, and two figures descended like thunder, with a loud boom, altering the winds and clouds, two bolts of lightning smashing down into the city!"

Zhang Rongfang listened in the corner with a faint smile tugging at his lips.

That’s quite an exaggeration.

How come he didn’t know he was so powerful? Not to mention thunder and lightning.

Two days ago, after rescuing Ding Yu, Ding Yu inquired about his enemies and their organization’s name, deciding on the spot to join his ranks to repay the lifesaving grace and also find a chance to avenge his brothers.

Meanwhile, Zhang Rongfang began resting and recuperating from the heavy injuries he had sustained.

Xue Chengyu was injured, and so was he.

But due to his Cultivation of Literature during the Golden Core Stage, his recovery power should be stronger than Xue Chengyu’s.

In just two days, his life points have recovered by one.

He’s now at 33.

Compared to a full state of 45 points, perhaps if things go smoothly, one point every two days, he could return to normal in just over half a month.

If an ordinary martial artist suffered such internal shocks and fractured hand bones, it would take a hundred days to heal, even with stronger martial artist recovery abilities, at least two months.

Listening to the storyteller exaggerating his achievements, Zhang Rongfang couldn’t bear it any longer, stood up, settled the bill, and left the teahouse.

Outside, the bustling crowd had already returned to its former liveliness without the Mountain Tiger.

In such a big city as Wushan Prefecture, once the previous troubles are gone, it rebounds even more lively than before.

Glancing at the sky, he headed straight towards the Zen Heart Literary Society.

Daily learning can’t be halted.

Now, within the Golden Wing Pavilion, the internal traitor, Weili, has already been identified.

But when they went to capture him, Weili had long since disappeared.

As Bao Ning went to track Weili, the relationship between them and Sea Dragon became quite delicate.

The main pavilion upstairs had yet to send any news, and Zhang Rongfang wasn’t continuing to send people to hunt down Sea Dragon, with both sides tacitly leaving each other alone without any moves.

The lack of response from the main pavilion made Zhang Rongfang feel a bit anxious.

His previous plans were all built on the support of the main pavilion.

Now, if he doesn’t have backing, he becomes a lone force.

Even Sea Dragon sent a Super Grade merperson, while the Golden Wing Pavilion remained silent.

Zhang Rongfang had an inkling of a suspicion.

"It seems.... everything still has to rely on myself...." With a sigh, he quickly entered the Zen Heart Literary Society and arrived outside Gong Shuyin’s room.

For some reason, the number of people in the literary society seemed to be getting fewer.

The last time he came, there were still three or four people chatting inside.

This time, upon entering, there was only a cleaning lady, with no one else in sight.

Knock, knock, knock.

He gently knocked on the door.

The faint fragrance wafting through the door surprisingly gave Zhang Rongfang a sense of peace.

’This fragrance seems different from before....’

He contemplated.

"Come in." Gong Shuyin’s voice sounded from within.

Click.

Zhang Rongfang pushed the door open.

"Sorry for disturbing." He said formally.

Gong Shuyin was sitting behind a beaded curtain, legs crossed, with a long zither on her lap.

She seemed to be tuning the strings.

The previously crying little girl was nowhere to be seen, leaving the two of them alone in the room.

"Are you injured?" Gong Shuyin suddenly paused, lifting her head.

Through the beaded curtain, her gaze seemed to pierce through, focusing on Zhang Rongfang.

"Did you notice, miss?" Zhang Rongfang smiled, "Sorry, the smell of medicine on me might be a bit strong."

"It’s not the smell of medicine.... Your breathing is a bit rapid, unsteady." Gong Shuyin said softly. "It’s like this zither; if the sound doesn’t match its body, if the heart and strings are out of harmony, there will be flaws."

"Do you also understand martial arts, miss?" Zhang Rongfang had actually wanted to ask this question a long time ago. Gong Shuyin was not simple, he realized that early on.

Anyone who could remain unseen by the Golden Wing Pavilion’s intelligence system had secrets no one would believe otherwise.

"I know a bit...." Gong Shuyin replied softly, "But it’s only enough for self-defense."

"With your knowledge, if you truly practice, you will surely achieve something," Zhang Rongfang said earnestly.

At this distance, he could clearly hear her heartbeat, and it wasn’t at all irregular.

It’s just a bit stronger than the average person.

The other party indeed did not lie, she might indeed just know a little.

"Life is short, the sea of suffering is boundless, martial arts is also struggling in the sea of suffering, layering pain upon pain, so why bother?" Gong Shuyin replied.

Her fingers gently stroked the strings of the zither, as if caressing a lover’s skin, gentle and soothing.

"Actually, today, even if you did not come, I was planning to bid you farewell."

"Farewell? Miss Gong is leaving?" Zhang Rongfang frowned, he had only learned half of the lock script, if she left, then afterwards...

"A sister from afar plans to set up an opera stage and invites me to assist. After all, I know a bit about opera and drama.

The relationships from back then still matter, it’s hard to refuse." Gong Shuyin smiled.

"An opera stage?" Zhang Rongfang sensed there was more to it, but the other party was not willing to elaborate, clearly not wanting to say more.

He asked no further.

"What a pity... if Miss Gong leaves, I wouldn’t know where to find someone proficient in the lock script..."

"It is sufficient."

Gong Shuyin replied.

"At your current level, reading some uncomplicated texts is already enough.

Afterwards, self-study is also possible."

She stood up and set the zither aside.

"Alright, let us begin today’s last lesson. If you have any questions, you should ask them now."

"Understood!" Zhang Rongfang nodded solemnly.

He took out his previous workbook, opened it, and reviewed the last lesson.

Then he picked out questions from it and asked them one by one.

Gong Shuyin answered them one by one.

The outing they had previously planned had also come to nothing by now.

Both of them tacitly did not mention it again.

Before long, the lesson ended.

Zhang Rongfang got up to bid farewell.

"Mr. Zhang." Suddenly Gong Shuyin called out to him softly.

"Actually, I originally planned to stay here for three years, but unexpected changes occurred midway. If you still wish to learn the lock script and understand its origins, you may go to this place."

"What place?" Just as Zhang Rongfang spoke, he suddenly felt something was off.

He lifted his gaze from his notebook, only to be shocked to find that behind the beaded curtain in front of him, it was already empty.

Gong Shuyin had long left without him knowing when.

He stood up suddenly, his heart pounding rapidly.

When did Gong Shuyin leave? The door was right behind him, yet he didn’t notice at all!?

This person.....their skill is beyond imagination!

Could it be there’s some mechanism here??

He suddenly thought of this, hurriedly rushed forward, and lifted the beaded curtain.

Inside was emptiness, the wooden bedboard was abnormally flat, with pink cushions spread on top.

Behind, a window was half-open, letting in a gentle breeze.

Beside the window hung a piece of silk with writing on it.

The light red silk fluttered with the breeze, as if constantly reminding of its presence.

Zhang Rongfang walked closer, carefully observed the silk. Squeezing it between his sleeves to be sure it was not poisoned, he unfolded it to read carefully.

To his surprise, there was no message on the silk.

Just an address.

’Yinhuai Forest, Great Chong Temple, there is something you need on Lin Zhong’s body.’

"Something I need?" Zhang Rongfang muttered, what does he need?

He lacks nothing....

’No!’

Suddenly his heart stirred.

Now he had reached the Ninth-Grade Limit, his physical potential in the eyes of others had perhaps already reached its limit.

It was time to find a way to break through to Super Grade.

Although he himself knew, even without Super Grade Secret Techniques, he could forcibly utilize his attribute panel to break through.

But....

’If I don’t use the Super Grade Secret Techniques to break through, it might draw unwanted attention.’ Zhang Rongfang’s mind flashed with thoughts.

"So I must break through to Super Grade logically, without leaving any flaws."

He now belonged to two organizations, one was the Golden Wing Pavilion, the other the Great Dao Teaching.

There’s no doubt the Golden Wing Pavilion was more powerful, but now there seemed to be some changes.

Moreover, he had not practiced even a single level of the Golden Roc Secret Record.

To break through, he feared he could only choose Great Dao Teaching.

And Great Dao Teaching... do they have secret techniques to break through to Super Grade?

He had been in Great Dao Teaching for several years, he had never heard of it.

With the silk in hand, Zhang Rongfang did not linger, and quickly left the Zen Heart Literary Society.

If Great Dao Teaching truly had Super Grade secret methods, they would certainly be in the Ancestral Court Celestial Treasure Palace.

And the Celestial Treasure Palace is located in the Great Capital.

Perhaps... I need to find an opportunity to visit the Great Capital....

The address on the silk, he planned to investigate once his injuries fully healed.

This Gong Shuyin, though so mysterious, had shown no malice towards him from start to finish.

It is likely this address also represents something useful for him.

Additionally, Lin Zhong.....

Isn’t that the case from years ago, about the missing girls in Wushan Prefecture?