Cultivators Are So Weak in This World-Chapter 187 - 173 Seeking, Part 2

Gong Shuyin had him come here, is there a connection between these two?

Leaving the main hall, he entered the first bedroom on the left.

The bedroom door had long collapsed.

The door panel lay on the ground, gnawed by termites and riddled with holes.

Stepping over the door panel, Zhang Rongfang lifted his sleeve to cover his nose and mouth and knocked off the cobwebs in the corner.

Inside the room, two wooden beds were placed side by side, and the surface of a brown wardrobe was full of wormholes.

There were two desks in the corner.

Clearly, two people used to live here together.

Walking to the desk, he looked at the few stacked books on top.

Zhang Rongfang reached out and picked up one, gently wiping the thick layer of dust off the surface.

The book’s cover revealed its title: "Bright Cultivation Manual."

Opening it up, the pages were covered in mildew stains, the ink had spread to the point where it was unreadable.

Shaking his head, Zhang Rongfang put down the book and pulled open the desk drawer.

Rustling.

A red-eyed black rat suddenly shot out, scampering across the tabletop and disappearing into the corner of the wall.

And aside from the rat, there was something else, brought out by the rat.

"What’s this...?" Zhang Rongfang was slightly stunned, reaching out to pick up the item.

It was a small, intricate copper part.

This kind of part...

Was very similar to the indestructible special parts he had collected before.

At once, Zhang Rongfang quickly closed his eyes, opened them, and activated the attribute bar.

Just as expected, there was a prompt on the attribute bar.

’Intuition alert: This seems to be a part of an old statue. When you collect them all, you might try worshipping it.’

"Is this happening again?" Zhang Rongfang instantly recalled the bizarre changes he encountered after collecting a complete statue last time.

The depths of this world are far from as simple as ordinary people imagine.

He squinted and placed the part into the special storage compartment on his waist pouch, intending to study it later back home.

Celestial Maiden Tong Chapter had warned him not to touch the secrets surrounding statues and spiritual veins for three years.

But now, Gong Shuyin had brought it up again, and the temple where he sent him was clearly related to these secrets.

"Could it be... it’s not like I thought, Gong Shuyin and the Celestial Maiden... are not of one mind? Perhaps not even of the same camp?"

Since coming to this world, Zhang Rongfang had never been one to easily trust anyone.

He didn’t presume people to be malicious, but he also didn’t assume kindness right off the bat.

He pocketed the part.

He searched the other drawers and found nothing.

Then he went to the remaining rooms and quickly found another item.

It was a booklet wrapped in cloth, exceptionally dry inside, with hay for protection.

On its surface, strong and vigorous handwriting spelled: "Great Zhong Records."

"Seems like the record of major events at this Great Chong Temple?" Zhang Rongfang picked up the booklet, ready to open it.

Whoosh!

Suddenly from outside the left door, a silhouette fiercely pounced at him.

That shadow moved extremely fast, with a burly and tall physique. Its movements fanned out the sound of fluttering clothes.

Zhang Rongfang’s expression did not change, he sidestepped gently.

Thud!!

A broad-blade iron sword ferociously struck the wooden table, smashing it apart.

’Fierce Strike.’

Zhang Rongfang suddenly unleashed his right palm, using a move from the Flame Emperor Talisman, striking at the attacker’s chest and abdomen in the blink of an eye.

But to his surprise, this person reacted, pressing down an elbow, hitting his striking right palm.

The two collided.

Boom!!

Both sides simultaneously retreated one step.

"Oh? Interesting." Only then did Zhang Rongfang clearly see who was attacking him.

None other than Iron Daoist, whom he had seen from afar before.

Iron Daoist donned black armor from head to toe, with a helmet leaving only the eyes exposed.

Over the armor was a black Daoist robe.

The robe was tattered, but it was still discernible that a blurry sect symbol was embroidered on the chest.

That symbol... was a peculiar pure black Tai Chi Diagram.

Ordinary Tai Chi Diagrams distinctly divide into one half black and one half white.

But this Tai Chi Diagram was completely black, with only the central yin-yang dots being white.

Through the helmet, upon close inspection, Zhang Rongfang could see Iron Daoist’s bloodshot, frightening eyes.

"Are you human? Or something else?" he tried to ask.

"....." No answer.

"If you’re human, we can try talking."

Zhang Rongfang cautiously suggested.

"If not, don’t blame me if I accidentally kill you."

"....." Iron Daoist panted heavily, lunging forward once more.

The iron sword in his hand expanded like a peacock’s tail, swinging out a vast array of sword shadows.

A wall-high array of sword shadows came pressing toward Zhang Rongfang like a wall.

Amidst the swishing sound of sword swipes cutting through the air.

Zhang Rongfang swiftly reached out, using his metal-gloved hands like eagle claws, grabbing forward.

The vast sword shadows suddenly merged into one form, becoming a single iron sword, which he grasped by the spine with one hand.

"Ninth Grade body technique and strength... but unfortunately... the flaw in this move is too big."

Zhang Rongfang smiled confidently, spinning and firmly slapping the opponent’s chest once more.

Boom!!

Beyond Ninth Grade power smashed into Iron Daoist’s chest, sending him flying backward and tumbling into the temple courtyard.

The force of this attack, Zhang Rongfang thought, even against someone armored would surely cause injury and render them temporarily powerless.

Having reached Tenth Grade now, his every move at his normal state equals his previous Limit-Breaking Skill level.

But with this attack...

Suddenly he uttered a light exclamation, watching as Iron Daoist arose seemingly unharmed, sprinting toward the temple exit.

From his gestures and movements, he appeared completely unscathed.

Recalling the strange statue he had uncovered last time, with those metal threads entering human bodies.

Zhang Rongfang’s smile quickly vanished, he softly stepped and rushed after him.

Back then the gambler only lasted a few breaths before utterly collapsing dead, drained of everything.

But this one...

Without hesitating, he pursued closely.

The two dashed out of the temple, sprinting swiftly through the forest.

Although Iron Daoist was clearly slower than Zhang Rongfang, and was soon caught up.

Thud.

The two clashed in a flash again, the Daoist wielding Ninth Grade moves and power, far exceeding ordinary higher grades.

While Zhang Rongfang’s strike speed greatly surpassed him, with almost every few moves, he landed a palm perfectly on Iron Daoist’s body.

Just as he suspected, Iron Daoist’s armor was thick, and his own strength immense, even when hit multiple times, it was negligible.

He continued fighting unperturbed.

In the blink of an eye, the two crossed a stream and arrived at a slope.

Iron Daoist swung his iron sword, chaotically flailing like a mad tiger.

His power and speed exceptionally quick, anything he struck broke instantly.

Only extremely sturdy trees avoided being severed in a single swing.

Zhang Rongfang landed seven or eight consecutive hits, with no effect, unable to even weaken him.

Causing him to dodge while pondering how to deal with this iron creature.

After all, if what Gong Shuyin said was true, his Super Grade hope might lie in the opponent right now.

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While Zhang Rongfang tangled in combat with Iron Daoist at the Great Chong Temple.

Wen Shaodong, leading other members of Zhengming Association, accompanied by freelancers, finally arrived at the site.

"Based on our intel, Iron Daoist would bring captives to this temple for detention each time.

Everyone, proceed cautiously, form groups of three, and spread out in the temple for a search.

If there’s danger, shout loudly for help right away."

Wen Shaodong cautiously raised his hand, starting to direct people to spread out and search.

"Yes!"

Soon, squads dispersed, wielding secret weapons, entering through the temple’s gaps.

Among them, most anxious was Chen Miaotong, worried about her sister’s safety, she was the first to enter the temple.

Yet after searching for a while, they found nothing.