Cultivators Are So Weak in This World-Chapter 188 - 174 Search

There’s no one inside the temple.

Wen Shaodong’s eyes were vigilant as he slowly entered the shrine with his hands behind his back.

He looked up at the Four Celestial Venerables enshrined there.

He circled the statue once, observing carefully.

He remembered that when he used to worship in the temple, he rarely saw such statues.

As he walked to the back of the statue, he suddenly paused, noticing a detail.

At the lower back of the statue, there were faintly visible fine lines and crevices.

Wen Shaodong reached out and gently touched the back of the statue for a while.

Suddenly.

The back of the statue collapsed inward, revealing a broken black hole.

Wen Shaodong’s expression trembled as he hesitated for a moment, then quickly crushed the edges of the black hole to expand it.

Soon, he saw that inside the hole was a flat, rectangular space with a book placed inside.

He reached in and took out the leather booklet.

Beneath the booklet was a pitch-black, slender-necked bottle.

"What is this?" He intuitively felt that this thing must be significant.

The Iron Daoist was so powerful yet constantly guarded this temple. There must be hidden secrets here.

And this booklet and porcelain bottle... might just be the secrets.

Wen Shaodong’s heart pounded violently as he quickly put the items into his pouch.

Then he turned and walked out from behind the statue, seeming nonchalant.

He didn’t notice at all that while he secretly took the items, Chen Miaotong was also investigating and saw everything from a broken window outside the main hall.

"Found it!" Suddenly, someone shouted loudly.

A group of people quickly rushed over.

Someone had found a cellar and rescued Chen Ya, daughter of the Youheng Saber, who was imprisoned there.

An ordinary girl who had long since fainted.

Seeing that the person had been rescued, Wen Shaodong’s eyes relaxed, and he immediately commanded everyone to retreat.

The mission for this trip had achieved one of its goals.

And the other...

Actually, he hadn’t found any trace of Senior Brother Yun and others in the temple, and a bad premonition had already arisen in his heart.

But it wasn’t appropriate to speak bluntly at the moment.

Since Chen Ya had been found, even with secret weapons, everyone was unwilling to desperately fight the Iron Daoist.

So everyone agreed to leave Yinhuai Forest.

Thus, the entire team began to turn and gradually move back in the direction they came from.

Once everyone had evacuated the temple.

Someone suggested simply burning down the temple.

"I have kerosene here! Since the Iron Daoist cherishes this place so much, we’ll completely destroy it for him!" Zhao Dihu said fiercely.

"If we set this place ablaze and it causes a forest fire, what then?" Lin Huan was worried.

"That’s right, we can’t burn it. If it causes a forest fire... how many innocent people would be burned to death?" Chen Miaotong and others opposed it vehemently.

They each had their own concerns.

Chen Miaotong looked at the rescued Chen Ya, yet her own sister and others were still missing, and her original hope was increasingly sinking.

If a forest fire started now and her sister and others were still alive... wouldn’t that be...

So, she firmly opposed setting the fire.

"Alright, everyone, it seems our rescue mission is half complete.

Now the night is long, and finding the others will be tricky..." Wen Shaodong didn’t finish his sentence.

Suddenly, a scream sounded not far away.

"Everyone, come quickly!"

He furrowed his brows; his mind was fully occupied with the items he had just unexpectedly obtained. He didn’t want any complications.

Without thinking, it was clear that anything hidden in such a secretive place would be incredibly important.

But everyone rushed to the location where the person was shouting.

He had no choice but to go.

When everyone arrived, they were stunned by the scene before them.

Throughout the forest, on one thick tree trunk after another, bodies were nailed with long stakes.

Some bodies were already rotting and shriveled, like dried salted meat.

Some were still fresh, dripping blood.

Oddly, the blood trickled down the trunks but didn’t attract any animals or carrion birds.

Wen Shaodong glanced around and immediately saw Senior Brother Yun and others from the Zhengming Association!

Goosebumps erupted all over him, and a cold shiver shot from his tailbone to the top of his head.

Not only Senior Brother Yun but also more than ten people from the Zhengming Association who entered the forest before were all on the trunks.

"Sister!!" Not far away, Chen Miaotong cried out and rushed to a tree trunk.

There was a female corpse with a large cut on the shoulder.

As if it was deemed incomplete, the body wasn’t nailed to the trunk and was simply discarded at the base of the tree.

Chen Miaotong covered her mouth as tears flowed down her cheeks.

Ah!

Suddenly another scream came from the side.

Accompanied by the sound of flesh being torn, everyone turned to look.

They saw a figure in a black Daoist robe slowly pulling a sword from a member of the Zhengming Association.

Blood splattered, showering his robes.

"Junior Brother Zhang!!"

The person beside him shouted angrily, pulling down the secret weapon and ripping off the black cloth, aiming wildly at the shadow.

In an instant, a pungent liquid sprayed out forcefully, showering the shadow.

It was a toxic liquid with strong acidic properties!!

Shot out using a device similar to a water gun.

The shadow didn’t dodge, instead bent over and stepped forward, instantly flashing past the person.

Slash!

The person froze in place, their body sliced diagonally in two from head to waist, slowly sliding apart.

"Why... why isn’t he afraid!?!"

Someone’s voice trembled suddenly.

"The toxic liquid we prepared specifically for armor... how can he not be afraid!?"

"It must not be enough!"

"Everyone, attack together!!!" Wen Shaodong suddenly reacted, shouting angrily and taking the secret weapon from his back.

All members of the Zhengming Association sprayed large amounts of strong acid toxins.

Yet the shadow completely ignored it, letting the toxic liquid drench him.

He simply stepped forward and wielded his sword.

In just moments, six people fell.

Splat!

Wen Shaodong slammed the toxic liquid spray gun on the shadow, thoroughly soaking him with a massive amount of toxic liquid.

The toxins corroded the armor, sizzling and releasing choking white smoke.

A large amount of liquid also seeped through the gaps in the armor, but the man didn’t care at all, once more wielding his sword, fiercely cleaving the person approaching on the right into two segments.

"He’s... He’s really not afraid!!" Wen Shaodong’s face twisted with realization, fully understanding in his heart.

This Iron Daoist truly isn’t afraid of the secret weapon they carry!!

Then why did he retreat before?! Why would he retreat?!

Out of nearly thirty people, half died within a mere dozen seconds.

Wen Shaodong and three other high-grade experts, amidst their terror, quickly calmed down, cooperating to throw out large, thick fishing nets. They attempted to entangle the Iron Daoist in the nets.

But the Daoist casually ripped the fishing net apart.

"Everyone together, let’s restrict its movements, Chairman Wen hit his eyes with all your strength!"

The few from the Zhengming Association roared in anger, coordinating smoothly as they charged toward the Iron Daoist from three directions.

Three curved sabers simultaneously hooked onto the Iron Daoist’s great sword.

Then the three simultaneously took out thick ropes, sprinting around the Iron Daoist in circles.

In just two seconds, they had tied him into a bundle.

"Kill!!"

One person shouted loudly.

But what they awaited wasn’t reinforcements.

Holding a short sword, Wen Shaodong, with doubt and hesitation in his eyes mixed with terror and anger, all emotions intertwined.

Ultimately, the desire to survive prevailed.

Without looking at anyone else, he turned and ran.

If it weren’t for thinking this was a safe period, unlikely to have much danger, he wouldn’t have come.

Now they’ve encountered danger, narrowly escaping death several times.

They’ve already sacrificed enough.

Wen Shaodong, in a high position, barely managed to reach this point through decades of martial arts practice.

Come what may, he absolutely cannot die!

Back home, there are so many wives, concubines, and descendants, the Wen family still hopes to become a powerful local clan!

How can it be??

How can he die here now!??

In the blink of an eye, his silhouette quickly vanished from the others’ sight, disappearing into the forest’s dark depths.

As the three from the Zhengming Association were stunned.

Before they could react, the Iron Daoist exerted a force.

Bang!

The ropes on him instantly snapped.

In a blink, three more blood sprays emerged.

In the dense forest, the crowds completely collapsed.

Those from the Zhengming Association, who were just resisting fiercely, seeing their Chairman also fleeing, and their remaining experts getting cut down, instantly lost all morale and fled.

The scattered crowd couldn’t match the Iron Daoist’s speed, quickly being caught again with two more slain.

Chen Miaotong, while the others were desperately escaping, instead rushed forward, carrying her sister’s corpse on her back, quickly sprinting in the direction she came from.

Ah!

Another scream came from behind.

Chen Miaotong trembled all over, gathering all her strength to step forward.

She didn’t know if she could escape alive.

But as long as there’s a shred of hope....she...

Whizz!

Suddenly, a tall, dark shadow appeared in front of her.

Chen Miaotong abruptly stopped, looking up just in time to see the Iron Daoist raise his sword high, chopping down.

Buzz.

The iron sword came down heavily but suddenly stiffened, stopping in mid-air.

Chen Miaotong, trembling with fear all over, closed her eyes tightly.

But the awaited pain didn’t come.

She hurriedly opened her eyes to see the Iron Daoist turning and running, already over ten meters away, not looking back.

"Oh, there’s another one?"

A male voice suddenly came from behind.

Before Chen Miaotong could react, she sensed something flash past beside her, a phantom shadow slicing by.

In the dark forest, that shadow borrowed force between trees, like a giant black eagle, swooping toward the fleeing Iron Daoist.

Screech!

Vaguely, Chen Miaotong seemed to hear the sharp eagle cry as talons cut through the air.

From afar, she watched as the person landed above the Iron Daoist, right hand swiftly reaching down to grab, twist.

Crack.

The Iron Daoist’s head instantly turned 360 degrees, becoming motionless.

Thud, the Iron Daoist fell silently to the ground.

Zhang Rongfang turned around, his face expressionless, the mask ultimately unable to make delicate subtle expressions.

He glanced around and had indeed arrived late.

Just now, there were nearly thirty people here, and now only a few remain alive.

The rest were all slain by this second Iron Daoist.

Sighing lightly in his heart, Zhang Rongfang still couldn’t bear to see people treated as mere grass.

If not necessary, he absolutely wouldn’t kill indiscriminately. But this Iron Daoist, regardless of right or wrong, good or evil, kills anyone he sees.

Moreover, the Iron Daoist indeed had Ninth Grade physical strength as reported.

But that’s all there is.

They know no techniques, only relying on brute strength and speed, randomly swinging the iron sword.

Facing such opponents, basically it would be....

"Watch out!!" Suddenly a sharp scream erupted.

Zhang Rongfang responded to the voice, his body instantly shifting a step to the left. Evading the Rusted Iron Sword cutting down from behind.

Boom!!

The sword blade fell to the ground, carving out a deep sword mark.

Without looking back, Zhang Rongfang reverse-gripped in an eagle claw toward the ground.

Crack.

With a crisp sound, the second Iron Daoist’s kneecap broke on the spot, collapsing into a kneel.

Pop.

Suddenly turning around, Zhang Rongfang’s eagle claw flashed reaching out to grab its neck.

Crack.

The neck bone snapped.

The second Iron Daoist once more fell silent, collapsing.

Turning around, he stared at the two fallen Iron Daoists, his face showing astonishment.

"Dead and still can revive?!"

He had clearly killed one Iron Daoist once earlier.

Unexpectedly, in such a short time, it came back to life?

Or perhaps this is the third one???