Cultivators Are So Weak in This World-Chapter 74: Era 73, Part 1

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A few hundred meters away from the Saint Rofa Church, in a common household.

A man with a bushy brown beard was nodding off, sitting at the table.

Next to his hand was a curved blade, and on his other forearm, he wore a dark green round shield the size of a human head.

The room was dark, and only he sat there alone.

No one knew that he was the guard arranged by the church to protect the secret tunnel here all year round.

Buzz.

Suddenly, there was a rumbling noise coming from the floor of the bedroom in the household.

The bearded man quickly came to attention, grabbed the candle placed beside him, lit it swiftly, and put it on the table.

Then he got up and walked over to that side.

Leaning against the doorframe, he cautiously raised the curved blade, holding the shield in front of himself.

The iron-clad wooden door, lubricated with oil, slowly opened.

Basari’s face came into the light.

Poof.

A short sword, like a venomous snake in the shadows, silently pierced into the bearded man’s neck and sliced to the left.

Blood gushed out, and the bearded man helplessly fell to the ground.

The curved blade he held was easily caught by Zhang Rongfang, who flicked it in the air, tracing a few lines.

"Not a bad blade."

Basari’s face was pale; along the way in the secret tunnel, he had witnessed the ruthless attacks from the other side.

There were three trusted guards in the secret tunnel, all killed in one encounter.

The decisiveness and lethality of this person were just... just like those rumored folks....

"Alright, tell me, who else knows about my matters?" Zhang Rongfang calmly asked as he pulled out the short sword and wiped the blood off on the corpse’s clothes.

"Who else knows it was me who crippled Lin Qixiao?" He bluntly pointed out.

Basari was expressionless, only his throat moved continuously as he swallowed saliva.

No matter how he calculated, he didn’t foresee that Zhang Ying was not just some third-grade team leader.

With such strength and the performance just witnessed, he was at least beyond sixth grade!

At this moment, his heart filled with regret and anxiety, various speculations flashed rapidly in his mind.

"You might as well kill me. Tomorrow, someone will expose all of your secrets, and then you can expect to be hunted by the Sea Dragon of the Lin family along with my Black Ten Sect!"

"You’re not afraid to die?" Zhang Rongfang asked calmly.

"Death is merely a return to the kingdom of my Lord. What’s to be feared?" Basari said calmly.

"True....." Zhang Rongfang nodded in realization, "You showed last time that you truly are a person who’s not afraid to die."

He sheathed the short sword in reverse.

Under the candlelight halo, he gently stretched his ten fingers; his hands, like jade, were slender and delicate, akin to sculptures.

"Originally, I thought your Tan Yang Black Ten Sect was a dragon’s lair, but tonight it seems I overestimated you."

"What do you mean to say?" Basari asked in a deep voice. He hesitated whether to shout to attract outside people.

But here, this tunnel was too far from the church; even if he shouted, the only outcome might be being killed by the person before him, followed by his escape.

Therefore, the best strategy now was to delay and wait for his people to discover the opened tunnel, then have the experts catch up.

As long as Anova and others arrived, they could undoubtedly leave and kill this person here!!

Throughout the journey just now, he had realized the extraordinary threat posed by Zhang Ying, a high-grade assassin skilled in assassination and speed, far greater than ordinary threats.

Once Zhang Ying escaped, no high-ranking person in the Tan Yang Black Ten Sect would be able to sleep soundly.

"Are you trying to buy time?" Zhang Rongfang showed a slight smile.

"So what if you guessed it? We, the Black Ten Sect, have numerous brothers and sisters, with eyes all over Tan Yang; you can’t escape." Basari said coldly.

"Escape?" Zhang Rongfang chuckled, "Why would I escape? The Black Ten Sect’s top ranks amount to what? How many blades would it take me to wield?"

"Such arrogance!"

Suddenly, a cold female voice came from outside the door.

Basari hurriedly opened his mouth to shout, but a wave of weakness and sharp pain overwhelmed him.

He blankly lowered his head, seeing blood spreading across his chest.

Zhang Rongfang slowly retracted his fingers, dropping the torn throat, turning his gaze outside.

"You’re finally here. I didn’t wait for you this long in vain."

Indeed, it was intentional.

The only ones who could arrive so quickly from the church were genuine experts.

And his purpose in staying here was to experience firsthand the caliber of local Black Ten Sect experts.

The Lord of Tan Yang’s Thousand Households was ninth grade, suppressing those who opposed. He certainly did not dare test that.

But experts from other factions were at most seventh or eighth grade, and with his current speed and body technique, probing them was sufficient.

Certainly, to be cautious, he had previously learned from colleagues at the department of prisons that the Black Ten Sect’s experts were not specialized in body techniques.

Covered with a veil.

Zhang Rongfang gently discarded the curved blade and drew his short sword. He hadn’t trained in blade techniques, so the short sword was more convenient than the curved blade.

Many times, he just used it like a claw technique.

"Where’s the Grand Elder?" The female voice outside asked again.

"He’s fine." Zhang Rongfang smiled and suddenly grabbed Basari’s corpse, slamming it toward the window.

Crack, the window shattered.

The corpse flew out.

Outside, a tall woman veiled in black quickly retreated with dual blades.

Suddenly, she looked up, seeing the bleeding Basari being thrown toward her.

"No!!"

The woman exclaimed momentarily, witnessing the blood on the corpse.

Just then, a dark figure flashed from behind the corpse.

The black figure wielded the short sword like venomous snake fangs toward the woman’s neck.

The speed was far beyond the woman’s imagination.

Yet, she was equally battle-hardened, in her grief and rage, raised the curved blade to block upward.

Clang!!

The knife hilt and short sword clashed, faintly sparking.

The dark figure missed its strike, leveraging the momentum to flip over, stepping on the wall and vanishing into a shadow on the side.

The woman lowered her arms slowly, gazing at the rolling corpse of Basari.

She raised her head, tears continuously streaming down her cheeks.

"Fa... Father...!"

Suddenly, she raised her head, her throat emitted a sound resembling a scream, yet more like a beast’s roaring howl.

The desolate howl spread long and wide through the night sky.

Hiss!!

At that moment, another shadow silently appeared behind her, thrusting a short sword viciously towards her heart.

Clang!!

A curved blade arrived first, swiftly colliding with the short sword, sending it flying forcefully.

The shadow groaned and retreated, disappearing into the darkness in an instant.

The woman took several steps forward, wanting to chase, but her body technique speed was at most third grade, far below the opponent’s level.

She could only watch helplessly as the shadow vanished into the darkness, leaving no trace.

Staring in the direction where the shadow left, the woman suddenly raised her twin blades high, letting out another mad roar.

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Under the night.

Zhang Rongfang rushed swiftly through the alley.

Midway, he suddenly turned, entering another alley.

At the same time, Eagle Claw Skill reached out, crushing the throat of a bearded man caught off guard, then continued forward.

The two bearded men behind the corpse couldn’t react in time, barely lifting their clubs, only to feel pain in their throats, struggling to breathe, and collapsing weakly onto the ground.

His super-fast speed made each of Zhang Rongfang’s actions resemble a one-on-one duel.

And in a one-on-one, these ordinary martial artists who hadn’t even reached a grade were merely courting death.

In a mere hundred-meter distance, he had killed over ten pursuing bearded members of the Black Ten Sect.

A Black Ten Sect expert with at least fourth-grade body technique attempted to block him, but after being swiftly injured, had no choice but to retreat.

A fourth-grade body technique could already compete with Zhang Rongfang.

But the key for this expert was, apart from body technique, the rest was lacking, the downside of focusing on body technique was overall weaker combat strength.

And Zhang Rongfang, apart from close-to-fourth-grade body technique, coupled with Limit-Breaking Skill burst, could directly equate to fifth-grade specializing in body technique.

Plus the overall Limit-Breaking amplification from other cultivation techniques...

A fifth-grade body technique was akin to seventh-grade strength burst. Almost completely crushing the opponent.

The abnormality of Limit-Breaking Skill was right here.

Back in Qinghe Palace, Master Zhang Xuan’s single Heavy Mountain had intimidated Mi Gang for years, let alone now with Zhang Rongfang, using Shrinking Step Heavy Mountain, such fusion Limit-Breaking Skill.

After half an hour.

Zhang Rongfang circled around, quietly returning home.

Changed his clothes, discarded them into a bucket, then rubbed and emptied the water.

’It’s a pity about that short sword....’

He returned to the courtyard, draped in refreshing white clothes.

’That woman from Black Ten Sect last out showed unusual strength, her body technique was weak, but she excelled at weapons, twin blades, with explosive speed at close range. Although I acted first, she also managed to arrive first.’

In his heart, evaluating that woman, Zhang Rongfang’s brow slightly furrowed.

Black Ten Sect has managed to establish itself in Tan Yang, it seems now, not without reason.

And that Basari, able to maintain his esteemed status, it appears now, not just based on himself.

He also heard the woman’s words just now. She was Basari’s daughter, judging by her strength and burst, at least a seventh-grade expert.

Zhang Rongfang raised his hand, his wrist still faintly aching at this moment.

If not for extra training in Eagle Claw Skill, his hands might have been crippled in the previous collision.

The woman’s explosive power at close range was extremely strong.

"Indeed, one cannot underestimate others."

Cough cough...

Suddenly, his lungs felt a tingle.

’Something’s wrong!’

Zhang Rongfang quickly closed his eyes.

A line of attribute column slowly emerged.

’Zhang Rongfang—Life 22-22.

Skills:

Rejuvenation Purification Talisman Manual - Third Grade.

Leg Technique - Third Grade.

Fist, Palm, Claw: First Grade.

Unbroken Limit: None

Limit-Breaking Skill: Shrinking Step Heavy Mountain.

Usable Attribute: 1.’

Everything seemed normal.

Leg Technique was body technique, within which three martial arts had reached their limit, plus one Morning Energy Talisman Mist Smoke Step, fused into the manual, forming overall fourth-grade body technique.

The attribute point had also accumulated over the past few days, adding one more point.

Except for Life....

"It’s dropped so much again??" Zhang Rongfang remembered it was 25 last time, and now it was just 22.

And at this moment, the life attribute was flickering slightly, dimming intermittently.

Soon, life suddenly dropped another point.

It became 21-22.

"No way! I seem to be poisoned!"

Zhang Rongfang rapidly returned to his room, the first thing after being poisoned was to wash his face and rinse his mouth, then drink plenty of water to detoxify.

He hadn’t studied toxicology, but he wasn’t injured, no wounds, the only possibility for poisoning should be from entering through eyes, mouth, or nose.

Sure enough, as he cleaned his nasal cavity with clear water, he felt a burning sting.

After drinking plenty of water, resting for over an hour, his life level’s decline returned to normal, stopping at 19-20.

’When exactly was I poisoned?’