Cultivators Are So Weak in This World-Chapter 90 - 88 Ming, Part 2

"This is the Golden Seal Pill, effective below the Ninth Grade, it can repair the fundamental damage caused by your dual martial arts practice."

"Try taking it, it might slightly restore your damaged physique, giving you one more chance to break your limit."

"However, this pill can only be taken once, any further use will turn it into a deadly poison. Remember."

Ye Bai replied simply.

"Go back." She turned gently, no longer looking at Zhang Rongfang.

This signifies the end of their week’s teaching.

Zhang Rongfang held the Golden Seal Pill. Previously, he was told to choose between martial arts and pill.

Unexpectedly, he ended up receiving both.

This kind of pill can restore the consumed limit-breaking grade, undoubtedly far more valuable than the medicinal soups and pills he took before.

If this bottle is truly effective, it’s worth more than a thousand gold.

"Thank you, Master, for the gift." He didn’t say much more.

If the pill truly works, he will surely return the favor someday. If there are hidden dangers in the pill, he will also repay it.

Moreover, even Xu Miaotong only mastered three levels. The subsequent Golden Roc Secret Record, now if he doesn’t get it, who knows how long it will take to get the full version.

He has already joined the Golden Wing Pavilion, he can only wait for future opportunities.

Soon, Zhang Rongfang retraced his steps and left the dojo.

Ye Bai stood alone in the dojo, picked up the iron flute in her hand, and gently played.

The flute sound was flat, like pouring out light tea, neither pleasing nor unpleasant.

Soon, a black-clothed figure appeared abruptly in the shadows of the dojo, slowly walking out.

"Master, it’s my ineffective investigation that disappointed you."

The figure revealed herself, wearing a black mask, it was Xu Miaotong.

Upon receiving Zhang Rongfang’s information, she was shocked and immediately reported it, which led Ye Bai to come personally.

But the result...

"Master, that Zhang Rongfang, able to practice so many low-grade martial arts independently, absolutely has exceptional insight. Even if he took the wrong path, does he truly have no future hope?" Xu Miaotong still asked, somewhat puzzled.

"That’s why I gave him the Golden Seal Pill, even if it can’t repair, it can keep his heart veins safe." Ye Bai said calmly.

"But what if he truly breaks his limits in the future?" Xu Miaotong was a bit unwilling, "With his insight, if he finds a way to break his limits, he might not be unable to become the second Han Shisan!"

"You are mistaken. His insight is not that strong." Ye Bai shook her head, "However...."

She paused.

"If he truly breaks his limits in the future, becomes the second Han Shisan."

"....Then, I’ll make an exception and take him as a guard, so what."

"A guard?!?" Xu Miaotong’s expression beneath the mask tightened.

She truly understood the weight of these words.

If Zhang Rongfang can break limits, becoming the master’s guard, that truly is a step to ascend....

To outsiders, it might just be a guard, nothing remarkable.

But only Xu Miaotong understood, beyond his identity within the Golden Wing Pavilion, Ye Bai’s true identity is not something any martial arts master can easily become her guard....

After all, regardless of how strong the grade martial arts masters are, it’s still just that, everything in this world is decided by the Spirit Court.

*

*

*

Black Ten Sect · Saint Rofa Church.

The burly figure of Anova sat cross-legged in front of a black coffin with gold edges.

A knife was placed horizontally on her knee.

Wine dripped continuously from her chin and chest onto the knife.

Bang.

She heavily placed the wine jar on the ground beside her, her eyes red as she glared at the coffin.

"It’s been so many days, and you damn guys only found this little bit of clues!? Where’s the Red Dog King!?"

Her irritable voice echoed throughout the small hall, causing the surrounding furniture to quiver slightly.

"Leader...Red Dog King was found dead a few days ago on the official road from Huaxin County to Tan Yang."

A woman with a black veil and carrying a knife stepped forward and bowed to report.

"Dead?" Anova gripped the knife handle, standing up.

"So our money is just wasted??"

"However, we did find a bit of a clue. Among those whom the elder offended while alive, the most likely suspect is none other than those few skilled in body techniques." The veiled woman analyzed.

"In the entire Tan Yang City, there aren’t many who can fight you, Leader, and only slightly fall behind."

"Moreover....before the elder died, he was also held by people from the Prison Department. Could it be someone from the Prison Department?"

Anova remained silent.

Such style and momentum don’t seem like it’s anyone from the Prison Department. If the Prison Department wanted to move against her father, they wouldn’t need to bother this much, Li Ran has plenty of methods.

"However, after compiling all the intelligence records, we found three people with the greatest suspicion."

"Speak!" Anova said impatiently.

"First, the Startled Swan Sword from the Zhenyi Sect, Chen Xuguan. He’s a Seventh Grade expert specializing in body techniques, his style and skills closely match what you depicted, Leader. He has high proficiency in Dragon and Snake Ascension Skill.

Second, the Money Spear Wei Feng. This person has been hiding in Tan Yang for over ten years, his body techniques are mysterious and unpredictable, and was evaluated as Seventh Grade more than ten years ago.

Recently, our people noticed that Wei Feng leaves early and returns late, his whereabouts are unclear, with unknown activities.

But since he specializes in spears, not swords or knives, he’s ranked second.

Third, it’s the Prison Department Captain Zhang Ying who held the elder. After investigating Zhang Ying, we discovered an interesting phenomenon."

"Are you talking about the one who slit my father’s throat?" Anova remembered the person.

Back then, she planned revenge afterwards. Unfortunately, before she could act, something even bigger happened.

"Yes." The veiled woman nodded. Black Ten Sect’s eyes are spread across the city, it’s easy to investigate a person.

"Subordinates found that Zhang Ying, starting from Huaxin County, entered the Great Dao Teaching Mingjing Palace, was oppressed by superior Mountain Opening Daoist.

Subsequently, the Mountain Opening Daoist died mysteriously. He managed to jump ranks, entering the Prison Department.

Within the Prison Department, he had conflicts with superior Lin Qixiao, resulting in Lin Qixiao’s downfall.

He then transitioned to a leading position, becoming the official captain.

Then, in our Black Ten Sect, the Grand Elder led a team to besiege him, and now... the Grand Elder has mysteriously died...."

At this point, Anova’s gaze had become increasingly cold.

If it were just a coincidence once, perhaps it really was just a coincidence.

But once, twice, now three times.

Can one person’s luck be this good within a year?

Is it possible for all the good things to pile up together?

Can all the bad fortune be borne by his opponents?

These days, nobody is a fool.

"Zhang Ying definitely has a problem!" Anova stated emphatically.

"Yes. Previously, we accepted a commission from the Lin family to investigate this person. He seemed to go to the brothel late at night, but in reality, only two or three times out of ten did he actually enter. The rest of the time, he vanished without a trace.

Because there are so many brothels, we only roughly checked once or twice, unable to ascertain a specific route." The woman nodded.

"He, a mere third grade, couldn’t have such capability. There must be someone behind him." Anova instantly deduced the truth.

"Our analysis leads to the same conclusion.

Zhang Ying’s identity, when traced back, hits a dead end. In Huaxin County, it was inexplicably cut off.

His hometown is a place called Eshan Village, which was completely abandoned due to a flood three years ago."

"Oh?" Anova’s eyes flickered.

"We also found out that as soon as he arrived in Tan Yang, the Seven Counties erupted in rebellion. It’s highly likely he came from there as a refugee," the woman continued.

"Go and investigate. There are only so many experts in Tan Yang. Someone suddenly appearing is likely an outsider.

Such audacity may very well be connected to the rebels of the Seven Counties uprising." Anova said coldly.

"Yes."

"The vendetta of a father’s death is irreconcilable! Just you wait... no matter who you are...."

Anova looked at the candle stand in the corner of the wall, as if there was a fire burning in his eyes.

*

*

*

On the way back, Zhang Rongfang was continuously memorizing the Golden Roc Secret Record, fearing he might miss a single detail.

Returning home, he washed up and lay down to rest in bed.

But before an hour had passed, he was startled awake by a rapid knocking at the door.

Knock knock knock!

Zhang Rongfang quickly grabbed his sword, dressed, and put on his shoes, then walked to the courtyard gate and opened it abruptly.

Outside stood Chen Hansheng from the Ninth Squad.

He was panting heavily, leaning against the doorframe, drenched in sweat.

"Captain... Captain! Emergency task!"

"Let’s go!" Zhang Rongfang said without hesitation.

Emergency tasks were extremely rare, but once they appeared, they were absolutely major cases.

They were in the Criminal Department, where major cases were typically related to escorting and interrogating extremely important criminals.

He quickly gathered his things, took his weapon, and followed Chen Hansheng to the Criminal Department.

A street away was the gate of the Criminal Department.

One team after another was entering through the side door.

Zhang Rongfang quickly entered with Chen Hansheng, returning to the Ninth Squad’s small building.

"Form up!"

All the team members stood in a line.

Two who lived far away hadn’t arrived yet, but the rest were all there.

The deputy of the Chief Captain, Zhang Xiangyang, was also there distributing directives and target objectives to each squad.

’Assist the Official in searching for a man and a woman.’

The task objectives included portraits of the two.

The man was a middle-aged person with a weathered face, narrow eyes, tightly pressed lips, and a notch scar on one ear.

The woman was very young, with thin eyebrows, shoulder-length hair, and eyes that seemed to be constantly smiling.

"The targets are called Huang Yuzhen and Jing Ying. Both are fugitives, serious criminals. Do not rashly pursue them upon sighting, immediately set off fireworks to determine the approximate location! Understood?"

Zhang Rongfang instructed sternly.

"Yes!"

The squad members all responded loudly.

Soon, Zhang Rongfang led people to the surroundings, searching passersby and major gathering places.

Other residences were approached door-to-door by officials inquiring.

This was a bigger operation than when the daughter of the richest man disappeared.

During the patrol, members of the Ninth Squad speculated about the origins of these two people.

"Captain Zhang, something seems off about these two." Chen Hansheng whispered as he approached.

"How so?" Zhang Rongfang remained impassive.

"There’s no background, no history, no identity, and not even charges. Yet we’re being told to find them.

But the question is, what do we do once we find them? We aren’t even told to capture them. Just to signal immediately." Chen Hansheng whispered.

"Why worry about all that? We just follow orders from above," Zhang Rongfang was uninterested in the minutiae.

He was simply an order executor.

Moreover, lately, his focus wasn’t on such matters, but rather on his martial arts.

He had just entered the Flame Emperor Talisman, waiting for some attributes to break the limit.

But from the information received from Ye Bai at the Golden Wing Pavilion, he learned he could only break the limit up to eight times.

Once the Flame Emperor Talisman breaks the limit, it would be precisely eight times, and at that time... he wants to see what he will become.

He also wants to see if the attributes can indeed break through the limit.

If they can, how will they break through?