Cultivators Are So Weak in This World

Chapter 530 - 498 Consideration 4

"Human Immortal Temple?" Sang Lan raised his eyebrows slightly. "Are you the master of the Human Immortal Temple?"

Originally, he just planned to come over as quickly as possible, solve the matter, and return to continue the banquet.

But now, he suddenly became interested.

He had intended to simply capture a few Daoists from the Human Immortal Temple and take them back, but now the mastermind had unexpectedly appeared before him.

In that case, it would be best to solve everything in one stroke.

Human Immortal Temple Master??

The name spread instantly, and while Celestial Maiden Ran Xinyue and the others had already known, there was no change.

But even so, the two were not reassured by the appearance of Zhang Rongfang.

A terrifying enemy that even the Grandmaster of Confucianism couldn’t defeat.

Most likely a Spirit General!

It must be known that Dongfang Mu is an Extreme Realm Grandmaster; it took them a long time to find him. They had just begun to negotiate, only to be found themselves now.

But now....

Dongfang Mu, covered in blood, lay on the ground breathing with difficulty, unable to move.

Though the Extreme Realm is explosively powerful, with strong destructive power and speed, its greatest problem is also evident.

That is, it has low defense, recovery is no different from ordinary people, and may even be worse.

After all, ordinary people wouldn’t casually use such extremely damaging and consuming moves like the Final Technique.

"I haven’t...!! lost yet!!" Dongfang Mu struggled to stand up. But a large amount of blood dripped from the corners of his robe onto the ground.

His entire white robe had now been dyed more than half red.

He could still release! He could still fully release!! He could still kill!!

Pfft!

But unfortunately, his body could no longer support him to continue fighting; a mouthful of blood came rushing up from his throat, making his face pale and nearly causing him to collapse.

At this moment, near the city wall, he stood a few meters away from Sang Lan, his back against the wall, barely steadying his body.

But no one was paying him any attention anymore.

Elsewhere.

Zhang Rongfang stood in front of the Celestial Maiden and Xinyue, his expression calm and gloomy, just staring at Sang Lan.

He vaguely felt something was off; the opponent’s aura, atmosphere, seemed different from all the enemies he had encountered before.

There was a flavor.... a flavor reminiscent of the Residual Divine Spirit General that Emperor Jiang had shown him before.

So he was very cautious, constantly keeping a close watch on the opponent. If it really is a Spirit General..... this could really be trouble.

At this moment, Yuan Feng slowly moved on the ground, the damage from the demon soldier only now allowing him to recover a bit. But in reality, he could barely move; the demon soldier’s damage was similar to a mutual wound of worshiping gods, and one injury would take at least ten days to half a month to barely recover.

He struggled to support his body, and the first thing his eyes saw was the blood-soaked Dongfang Mu.

Then came Zhang Rongfang, Celestial Maiden, and Ran Xinyue.

Besides them, there was no one else around.

Now that he had lost his combat power and his strength was severely damaged, Dongfang Mu was half-dead. Obviously, when he was killed, Dongfang Mu had gone to challenge Sect Leader Sang Lan.

The only ones still somewhat whole in strength were Celestial Maiden, Ran Xinyue, and this new red-robed Daoist.

"Sect Leader.... please hurry.... I... may not hold on much longer..." Yuan Feng tried to raise his voice in a plea.

"So what if that’s the case?" Sang Lan’s gaze turned towards him. "There are still several Grandmasters at the True Buddha Temple. If you die, someone else will take your place, nothing to be afraid of."

".....Sect Leader... That’s not funny." Yuan Feng squeezed out a smile, "That really wasn’t funny at all."

"I’m not joking with you," Sang Lan smiled slightly, "That’s why I find you martial practitioners most troublesome. You’ve trained so hard all your life, what’s the point of reaching the level of Grandmaster?"

"In the end, you still have to rely on me." He spread his arms as if helpless. "I know nothing, just casually learned a bit of martial arts, enough to get by. Isn’t it the same...."

In an instant, with a soft sound, Sang Lan seemed to become a phantom, appearing in front of Yuan Feng with a single finger.

Pfft!

This finger accurately struck Yuan Feng’s temple, piercing through, breaking through the other side of the skull.

Blood and silver thread sprayed from the wound, only to be quickly suppressed by a new silver thread winding and spreading over it.

"See... I just know a tiny bit of martial arts, and still easily kill you all."

"Sect Leader.... you...!!?" Yuan Feng’s eyes filled with despair, his arms reached forward trying to grab Sang Lan’s robes, but it was already too late.

His hands merely left two blood streaks on the bottom of Sang Lan’s robe before he fell weakly to the ground.

"Sorry, you were too noisy." Sang Lan withdrew his finger and turned to look at Zhang Rongfang.

"Next is you, Human Immortal Temple Master."

"You..... are not a Grandmaster?" Zhang Rongfang said in surprise. The opponent killing their own kind was not enough to shock him.

After all, there are plenty of perverts in the Western Sect camp.

What shook him was that the opponent seemed not to be a Grandmaster.

"Grandmaster? No no no..." Sang Lan chuckled, "I only barely practiced martial arts until breaking through to a Grandmaster level back then, which was enough. Martial arts is something one only needs enough of to get by. In this world, only good food and beautiful women are not to be missed. This Sect Leader doesn’t have much time to waste on these useless things."

Not a Grandmaster, yet easily heavily injured a Confucian Extreme Realm Grandmaster....

Although Dongfang Mu had not used his release due to carelessness, and old age and frailty played a part,

The fact remains that what’s before them is reality.

Celestial Maiden stood behind Zhang Rongfang.

"Later, scatter and escape. Others will come to execute us afterward." She whispered.

Of those present, only the three of them could still move, but even if they all combined their strengths, they were no match for a Spirit General.

That is a Spirit General, not Spiritual Veins.

"You should step back." Zhang Rongfang said without looking back, lifting his leg and walking straight towards Sang Lan.

"A guy who’s not even a Grandmaster dares to boast in front of me. This is the funniest joke I’ve heard this year."

Despite saying this, Zhang Rongfang couldn’t help but feel a trace of expectation rising in his heart.

A guy who’s not even a Grandmaster, yet appears strong, with a cocky attitude that doesn’t even regard Grandmasters.

What does this signify?

It signifies that this guy is most likely a Spirit General!

And being not a Grandmaster implies he might be a weak Spirit General!

Now, isn’t he precisely looking to collect information on the specific strengths of Spirit Generals? A living, human-shaped specimen is delivered to his doorstep, and not to seize the opportunity would be to disrespect the intention of this diligent visitor....

That’s what he’s thinking, and he’s also saying it aloud.

"As a visitor from afar, I plan to suck you dry and hang you on the screen wall of my temple hall as a display. What do you think about that?"

Zhang Rongfang’s face bore a hint of courteous and expectant expression, as if a host sincerely inviting a guest into their home.

Once these words were spoken, not only did Ran Xinyue, Celestial Maiden, and others’ faces change, but even Dongfang Mu felt an odd sense of dissonance from the depths of his heart.

The oppressive and dangerous vibe Sang Lan had just created was instantly relieved at this moment.

The situation seemed to have reversed. If previously Sang Lan was like a predator eyeing them dangerously.

Now it’s as if the roles have flipped.

The newly arrived Zhang Rongfang instead seemed like the predator, slowly approaching Sang Lan with a covetous look.

This is the reverse pressure of aura!

Sure enough, the calm smile on Sang Lan’s face gradually disappeared with these words.

"People from small places are like this... having some ability and thinking they’re invincible in the world?"

"Invincible, not quite." Zhang Rongfang smiled, "But it’s just enough to kill you."

"Kill me? Ignorant fool!!" Sang Lan’s eyes flashed with silver light, finally enraged.

Suddenly an invisible heavy pressure, like a twisted force field, fiercely slammed into Zhang Rongfang.

Crack.

The ground beneath Zhang Rongfang’s feet lost control, crushing the floor tiles.

He stopped in place, as if a storm of icy blue appeared before his eyes.

The numbness brought by the ice crept upwards from his feet constantly.

For a moment, he couldn’t move; his eyes were completely covered by the snowstorm, unable to see anything.

The strong invisible pressure seemed to be on the verge of crushing him abruptly.

"Is this a Spirit General borrowing divine will?" Zhang Rongfang looked up at the icy blue currents suppressing him, his entire body’s blood started to circulate rapidly.

Much stronger than the aura of Emperor Jiang back then...

"But..... just this bit of pressure and you want to beat me!?"

"Too naive!!!"

Suddenly, layers of Extreme State rapidly overlapped on him, expanding.

In an instant, three Extreme States simultaneously activated.

Divine unified.

Yin Yang coexistence.

Threshold.

At the same time, the divine patterns within the two blood lotuses behind him trembled slightly.

With a tremendous roar, Zhang Rongfang’s body expanded, rising straight up, his right arm shot forward to grab the icy blue storm in front of him.

With a soft popping sound, the storm was pierced through, revealing Sang Lan’s face with hands behind his back.

Bang!!!

This claw struck him right in the face.

A white ripple spread around his hand and Sang Lan’s face.

The enormous force and impact sent him flying backward, instantly embedding into the wall.

With a loud crash.

Sang Lan was completely embedded into the wall, his clean and tidy robe suddenly turned tattered, losing all previous elegance and composure.

Five sharp blood marks appeared on his face.

This strike not only left Sang Lan stunned.

Even those present, Dongfang Mu, Celestial Maiden, Ran Xinyue, had their minds shaken, feeling as if they might be witnessing an illusion.

Celestial Maiden stepped back several paces, preparing to run with Ran Xinyue, but as she saw this scene, she immediately slowed her steps.

"He’s... not a Grandmaster yet!?" Celestial Maiden murmured.

"Seems... seems like it...." Ran Xinyue’s eyes were dazed. Not a Grandmaster, yet able to contend with Emperor Jiang. Not a Grandmaster, yet capable of fighting three and killing three worshipped Grandmasters. Not a Grandmaster, yet able to send a Spirit General flying tens of meters with one palm....

Especially seeing how easily he fought, she suddenly felt a surge of ’I can do that too’...

That’s... that’s the skill of a lead sheep...!?

Suddenly, a phrase inexplicably sprang to her mind.

For a moment, she felt her thoughts might be a bit off.

At such a critical moment, what is she thinking!?

With a slap, she gave herself a fierce smack on the face.

"So do we still go?" she asked.

"Keep distance, observe. Call for reinforcements!" Celestial Maiden replied concisely.