Cultivators Are So Weak in This World-Chapter 312 - 288 Attempt, Part 2

Apart from the life points directly added by attribute points, Zhang Rongfang also added an extra layer of Supreme Bright Void Skill for Master An Chongxuan’s peace of mind.

He elevated his mid-stage Nascent Soul to late-stage Nascent Soul. Adding and subtracting, he considered it an extra attribute point.

This advancement allowed Yue Dewen to finally feel at ease, realizing that his previous decision to let people leave was the right one.

"By the way, it’s the Golden Wing Pavilion Master Cheng Hui leading the tracking against us. This traitor seems intent on climbing to power over the corpses of his former masters..." Zhang Yunqi mentioned this person, his expression turning dark and unpleasant.

"Golden Wing Pavilion... I used to be a Spirit Messenger in it... I kind of miss it..." Zhang Rongfang noticed his concern and offered a relaxed smile.

"Don’t worry, Uncle Zhang. It’s fine."

"As long as you know what you’re doing." Zhang Yunqi nodded.

He was also concerned that if his identity as a human seed were exposed, the Great Dao Teaching might not protect Zhang Ying.

Because the Eastern Sect’s hidden treasures are the foundation for all Martial Artists who worship deities.

"Also, the method to kill deified Martial Artists, especially the core of the statue, must not be spread. Otherwise... there’s a precedent. They will kill everyone who might know!" Zhang Yunqi warned again.

"Are you talking about... a massacre?" Zhang Rongfang felt a chill in his heart.

"The Spirit Court is so high above that they couldn’t care less about the lives of the ants below. They’ve even razed cities for colluding with rebellious sects, let alone something this important," sighed Zhang Yunqi.

"..." Zhang Rongfang had no response.

After multiple encounters with the Spirit People royal family, he also realized that these people had long separated themselves from everyone else.

In their understanding, there are only two kinds of people in the world.

One, the Spirit People royal family.

Another, their servants.

"Forget it, let’s not talk about it. Any progress with the earlier experiments?" asked Zhang Rongfang.

It’s been a year, and their research on the captured deified Martial Artists has been extremely challenging.

This group is mostly immune to drugs and has high resistance.

Even slightly intense research could trigger their spiritual explosion.

The only thing to do is to continually try various methods to see if they can speed up the time it takes to kill them.

"So far, we’ve tried many methods, and the only somewhat effective one is burying deep underground," sighed Zhang Yunqi.

"But even buried deep, they still explode and dig their way out again and again.

At most, it only traps them for a while." Zhang Rongfang shook his head.

"By the way, didn’t you have something to do today? Why are you here so suddenly?" Zhang Yunqi stood up, now a bit confused as well.

During this period, he and Zhang Rongfang have been taking turns guarding this experiment cave. Rarely does anyone arrive ahead of time.

After all, everyone has a lot to manage.

"I have some ideas and I wanted to test them," Zhang Rongfang said seriously.

He recalled the conversation he had today with the bearded Yue Sheng.

’Everything has a heart...’ This phrase flashed like lightning in his mind, lingering persistently.

’Indeed, if there is no heart, why do the Spiritual Lines converge back into the deified Martial Artist’s body instead of anywhere else?

If there is no heart, why do the Spiritual Lines explode out from the deified Martial Artist’s body as the core?’

’At first, we ignored this aspect because we were terrified by the exaggerated self-healing and revival capabilities of the Spiritual Veins.’

Zhang Rongfang thought as he quickly headed to the cave’s depths.

He soon reached a dimly lit pit hall.

He leaped down into the pit.

The pit’s bottom was a square space the size of a basketball court.

In the open area, a long-haired woman, her body bloodied and motionless, was bound.

Zhang Rongfang stepped forward, drew his saber, and lifted the woman’s chin.

Her long hair spread, revealing her face.

It was none other than Han Jia from the Spiritual Veins, who had followed Zhu Wanguo.

She was also the female assassin who attempted to kill him within Princess Yongxiang’s team, framing him for Zhenyi Sect.

Putting down the saber, Zhang Rongfang was just checking if she was still alive.

At this moment, he had a strong feeling that perhaps... this line of thought would lead him to the key to quickly killing deified Martial Artists!

"Heart...."

He swung his saber horizontally, suddenly slicing Han Jia’s throat.

"Let me see, where exactly are you?"

If he could trigger the Spiritual Explosion, he might be able to calculate the distance based on its range, then reverse-calculate the explosion’s central point.

Because every Spiritual Explosion he observed formed an almost perfect circle.

Clearly a unique phenomenon caused by an explosion from a singular point.

Regardless, this time....

He had a strong feeling.

Using dark vision, perhaps.... it might actually work.

With a snap, the ropes broke, and Han Jia fell to the ground before slowly standing up.

She hadn’t eaten in a long time, and her eyes were cloudy, pupils unfocused, essentially in a state of unconsciousness.

Yet her body still retained its instincts.

This was the exaggeration of deified Martial Artists.

Just like when Zhang Rongfang first encountered the Iron Daoist.

Even with their consciousness gone, they still have basic attack and defense capabilities.

Slash!

Slash!

Slash!

Zhang Rongfang struck rapidly with his saber, rendering Han Jia’s evasions and defenses ineffective.

His level now was far beyond Han Jia’s third-stage External Medicine capability.

As Zhang Rongfang swung his saber repeatedly, he recalled the situations from previous experiments.

In the past, they also tried to find the core of the deified Martial Artists but found nothing.

But now, if what Yue Sheng said was true, and there really is a heart.

Then their previous methods might have been wrong.

’The heart integrates everything, it is the source of all power, connecting everything. If it truly exists, besides calculating, I can also find it through the trajectory of the spiritual line’s departure and return!’

Others cannot see the internal trajectory of the spiritual line after it returns, but he can try!

Zhang Rongfang’s thoughts solidified in his heart.

His hands kept moving, and just as Han Jia revived, he slashed with his blade.

Time passed little by little.

Inside the cave, not knowing the time of day, while he was killing, Zhang Yunqi also came in midway to take a look.

But similarly, he said nothing and turned to leave.

A year had passed, and he could no longer discern the true strength of this Daoist.

During their last encounter, neither side went all out, it was a tie. But that was a year ago.

And now...

Puff!

With the final slice, what Zhang Rongfang wielded in his hand was the Autumn Rain Saber from Zhu Wanguo. The treasured blade was unmatched in sharpness, the sharpest of all weapons he had handled.

Of course, after vanquishing the secret sect, this blade became his personal weapon.

In a flash of silver light, it slit Han Jia’s throat.

Before the blood seeped out, Zhang Rongfang suddenly retreated, exhaling while moving tens of meters back, waiting silently.

In the middle of the deep pit, Han Jia reached out, trying to clutch her bleeding throat, but to no avail.

In her final death, she seemed to regain her senses, her eyes fixed intently on Zhang Rongfang.

"I.... will wait for you down there....!" Unfortunately, this sentence was rendered unclear due to her slashed throat.

She bent over, her body starting to tremble.

Boom!!!

A mass of silver light exploded in an instant, an indescribable number of silver spiritual lines scattering like fireworks.

One by one, the bundles of lines were like eerie silver snakes, covering a thirty-meter radius in the blink of an eye.

Within thirty meters, everything was completely enveloped and penetrated.

All living beings were pierced by the spiritual lines and devoured.

But unfortunately, this place was a pit specially tailored for the deity-offering martial artists, except for underground, there were no living beings to be devoured in any other direction.

And underground, it was just some worms and earthworms in the soil.

Zhang Rongfang stood at the edge of the silver sphere formed by the spiritual lines, watching quietly.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, discovering the spiritual lines beginning to retract.

Without hesitation, he burst forth at full speed, approaching. At the same time, his eyes with dark light vision stared intently at Han Jia’s body.

Soon, piece by piece, the spiritual lines retracted into Han Jia’s body.

On the surface, these spiritual lines were all drilling into the pores of the skin. Once inside the skin, their subsequent movement could not be seen.

But at this moment, Zhang Rongfang relied on dark light vision to clearly observe the next stage of changes.

Those spiritual lines...

They were all converging in Han Jia’s left shoulder, within the deeper flesh, where he couldn’t see further within.

But... just there!

Zhang Rongfang’s eyes shone brightly, and the Autumn Rain Saber in his hand slashed straight and accurately towards that spot.

A second before, the silver lines had fully retracted, and the next second, the treasured blade in his hand sliced across Han Jia’s left shoulder.

Sizzle!

The treasured blade was slightly obstructed and quickly carved a large bloody hole on Han Jia’s shoulder.

But, it failed.

Zhang Rongfang clearly saw, in his eyes, that the spiritual lines were still flowing, still converging, still... 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

No, something’s wrong!!

His pupils contracted sharply.

In the depths of the wound on Han Jia’s cut-open left shoulder, his dark light vision clearly saw a point of silver light brighter than the other spiritual lines, flickering, emitting light.

The silver light was only the size of a fingernail, seen for just a second before moving away to another location in the blink of an eye.

Soon, it was engulfed and obscured by the mass of spiritual lines, vanishing without a trace.

Zhang Rongfang’s dark light vision wasn’t a full x-ray sight after all, and he was only able to see just now because the wound was closer to the inside, and he found the core location.

So he coincidentally saw the existence of that silver light point.

"Just now... what was that??!" Zhang Rongfang tried hard to recall the scene he had just seen.

Looking at Han Jia, who was reverting to her restart state.

He turned to a weapon rack on the side, taking from it a seemingly ordinary long thin blade.

The blade’s surface was silver-white but appeared somewhat heavy, with an odd copper-colored edge.

This was the World Blade re-packaged by the Rebel Sect.

The blade was a meter and seven long, with the handle stretching two palms. It could be gripped with both hands or one hand tightly.

"Once more, this time I will definitely see clearly...."

Zhang Rongfang gripped the long blade tightly, looking at Han Jia, who had just awoken.

If he couldn’t kill the spiritual body and its veins quickly, then finding the core of the spiritual line was meaningless.

In any case, it could only be killed after the spiritual explosion, so what was the point of finding the spirit core?

The biggest difference between ordinary martial artists and deity-offering martial artists is immortality.

If this trait of immortality could be severed, then the vast gap between ordinary people and deity-offering martial artists would be drastically narrowed.

Having reached the current stage, his body technique, strength, and endurance had already reached the genetic limit. Further practice in these three aspects of martial arts was meaningless.

The only thing useful to him now was martial arts that could enhance recovery power and defense.

That is Hard Skill and Cultivation of Literature.

This means martial arts, in terms of improving strength for him, are of little importance.

The biggest gap between him and deity-offering martial artists is immortality and physical qualities.

Now, solving this immortality feature seems to have brought the dawn of a breakthrough!