Cultivators Are So Weak in This World-Chapter 201 - 186 Dive_2

’The human body is constantly plagued by external pollution; but the Nascent Soul is a reconstruction of the purest part of ourselves into a new vessel... In this way, as the Nascent Soul gradually replaces the external body, the new replacing the old, one’s lifespan can be greatly extended...’

Zhang Rongfang let out a breath.

He felt the fragility of the Nascent Soul at the Early-stage Nascent Soul, within his Dantian.

He knew that having just formed the Nascent Soul, he needed to avoid various external disturbances and illnesses.

Otherwise, with the slightest carelessness, the newly formed Nascent Soul would collapse again and revert back to the Golden Core.

This period is also known as the Daoist day of crossing the tribulation.

Of course, others need to cross the tribulation, but he can directly skip it.

Immediately, Zhang Rongfang again focused on clicking continuously on the Void Observation Skill.

Swish.

The remaining three free attribute points vanished in the blink of an eye.

And the Void Observation Skill, which had just entered the Early-stage Nascent Soul, underwent another change, advancing to the Mid-stage Nascent Soul.

The feeling of weakness in the Nascent Soul quickly dissipated.

"It doesn’t seem to have changed much?" Zhang Rongfang felt the memories of arduous cultivation flooding into his mind.

The Mid-stage Nascent Soul seemed to be the same as the Early-stage, only the Nascent Soul within the Dantian had grown larger by a circle, and that’s it.

’Let’s look at martial arts....’

He stood up, stretched his body, and began practicing the last Talismanic Skill.

Until now, he only lacked one last Spirit Gathering Talisman, which he hadn’t broken the limit to entry.

Previously, his body had already reached its limit, he couldn’t even practice the Spirit Gathering Talisman; when he urged his Qi and Blood, it would naturally cause internal organ pain.

But this time....

Zhang Rongfang practiced the Spirit Gathering Talisman repeatedly, his eyes growing brighter.

’No...!!’

He keenly discovered that his body seemed to have undergone some big change.

The Spirit Gathering Talisman, unexpectedly.... caused no discomfort.

Immediately, Zhang Rongfang stopped in place and pondered for a moment.

His hands transformed moves, his figure flickered, and he began practicing the Golden Roc Secret Record that he had never started.

Starting from the First Layer of the Golden Roc Secret Record.

Sure enough, he still didn’t feel any stinging pain.

His figure paused.

Zhang Rongfang donned his robe, and a speculation arose in his heart.

"Nascent Soul Stage seems to have some special breakthrough...."

He vaguely felt that breaking through to the Nascent Soul Stage at this age seemed to have unlocked some bodily limit.

As for what limit, perhaps only after he has broken all the limits of martial arts and Talismanic Skills in the Great Dao Teaching, can he know.

Returning to his senses, Zhang Rongfang continued to look at his life attribute bar.

’Zhang Rongfang—Life: 47-47.’

"Still back to the two-point life increase per realm upgrade. Almost fifty...."

Unfortunately, the attribute bar now can only essentially view the life values of ordinary people and himself.

Facing experts, in short contact, it’s impossible to gather all the opponent’s information.

Even the former Celestial Maiden, after more than a month together, could only measure a basic lower limit, the upper limit was completely unseen.

What Zhang Rongfang can be sure of is that even the Celestial Maiden is no different from ordinary people.

The body can be cut by small knives, bleed red blood when injured, still has the needs of daily life.

Aside from that, no other information can be gathered.

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Zhang Qingzhi returned to his room with a furrowed brow.

After closing the door, under the candlelight, he took out a thick stack of silver notes from the drawer at the head of his bed.

This was the silver notes that Zhang Rongfang had stuffed him earlier; five thousand taels in total.

He planned to find a chance later to return it to that brother Zhang Ying.

At his age, saving up this much money, he doesn’t even know how many years and hardships it took to earn it.

Knock knock knock.

Suddenly, someone gently knocked on the door.

Zhang Qingzhi quickly put the money back into the drawer, got up, tidied his robe, and walked forward to open the door.

Outside, the night was dim, with the moon shining down on a petite girl standing under it, draped in a half-sleeve green gauze, with a plain white floral dress underneath.

The girl seemed no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, with big, bright almond eyes, her long hair at the back divided into two small buns with pearl hairpins, resembling a small and a large peach.

The rest of her long hair half cascaded at the back and half fell on her chest.

In the moonlight, the girl looked up at Zhang Qingzhi, her delicate and sprite-like face showing a nervous and clever expression.

"Xiaozhi, quick, quick, quick, let me in fast, before someone sees me!"

She glanced around, keeping her voice very low.

"Xiaohao? So late, you...." Zhang Qingzhi didn’t finish his sentence, as the girl pushed forward and squeezed inside.

"Oh come on, between us!" The girl expertly closed the door behind her, and under the candlelight, she grabbed Zhang Qingzhi’s hand.

"Come, tell me all about the strange things you encountered today!"

Zhang Qingzhi’s face turned bright red.

Not just red, he opened his mouth to speak, but it turned into stuttering.

"I... I... didn’t.... "

"Didn’t what? Oh, what are you so excited about?"

The girl turned her eyes, released his hand, and spun around in front of Zhang Qingzhi.

The hem of her skirt spread a fragrance, making the latter feel dizzy and parched.

"What do you think? Isn’t it pretty? Before, Song Xuezhen laughed at me for not affording a Sea Sand Robe; see, didn’t I just buy one?"

"Pre... pretty." Zhang Qingzhi stammered.

"See, just this dress cost a lot of money... Brother Xiaozhi...." The girl approached again, "I’ve finished using the money you lent me last time, and now I don’t even have enough to buy the Inner Calm Heart Pill for martial practice..."

"I.... I..." Zhang Qingzhi’s mind was a jumble. "I... have!"

He quickly pounded his chest.

"Oh, Brother Xiaozhi treats me the best, not like Jiang Cheng and the others, so stingy! Still, you’re the best friend who grew up with me!" The girl beamed.

"Don’t... go to Jiang Cheng!" Zhang Qingzhi urged as soon as he heard that name.

"How much... do you need to borrow? I... have!"

He stammeringly responded, quickly turning to fetch his money pouch from the bedside cabinet.

However, under the pouch, the five thousand taels silver notes were also revealed.

The girl’s sharp eyes immediately spotted them.

She stepped closer.

"Oh dear, Brother Xiaozhi, you have so many silver notes again? Just lend these to me, I’ll pay you back later!"

She stretched her little hand, nimbly picked up the stack of silver notes, then tiptoed and kissed Zhang Qingzhi.

The latter hadn’t yet come to his senses before he felt a soft touch fleetingly brush his cheek.

Zhang Qingzhi’s mind suddenly went blank.

He stood there dazed, relishing that sensation just now.

He didn’t know how long had passed; until the cold wind outside blew in, landing on him, slowly clearing his mind.

Looking at the empty drawer, Zhang Qingzhi hesitated for a while, then smiled bitterly, returning his money pouch back into the drawer.

He closed the door, extinguished the candle; his mind replayed the scene just now.

It’s just that Brother Zhang Ying’s money is gone; originally, he planned to return it, but now....

He can only think of ways to compensate himself....

Zhang Qingzhi sighed a long breath, his eyes showing some helplessness, but more was familiarity.