Cultivators Are So Weak in This World

Chapter 555 - 522 Devotion 4

"Qi Dou...?"

"That’s right. Have you ever felt, when practicing martial arts, that it is you who are conforming to the martial arts, rather than the martial arts fitting you? If there were a martial art that naturally and perfectly suits you, wouldn’t it allow you to maximize all your strengths and avoid all your weaknesses?"

"Think about it carefully when you return..." Zhang Rongfang said with a smile.

"Disciple... understands." Chang Yuqing appeared to have an epiphany.

"By the way." Suddenly, Zhang Rongfang moved in a flash, approaching her abruptly.

With a finger point.

His fingertip landed precisely on Chang Yuqing’s brow.

A drop of blood seeped in, disappearing from the wound he had made.

But Zhang Rongfang did not stop, continuously forcing his own blood out, absorbing Chang Yuqing’s blood, digesting it as nourishment, and then regenerating his own blood to replenish it.

Time slowly passed by.

Chang Yuqing’s entire body shivered as if electrocuted, her snow-white skin surfaced with numerous blood spots.

Her face was flushed, her eyes filled with bloodshot vessels, and her nose and saliva dripped unconsciously, forming strings and falling to the ground.

She felt her body completing! Being reborn!!

Pain, numbness, and itchiness mixed together, surging from the depths of her being, making it uncontrollable.

"Enough." In the void, her master’s voice resonated by her ear.

But at this moment, Chang Yuqing was already too weak to move, collapsing to the ground like a pile of mud, as if even her bones had been extracted.

Zhang Rongfang stood beside her, watching her, slightly frowning.

He had not noticed before that there was another force within this person’s body, resisting his blood.

The resistance within Chang Yuqing was blood too, but its concentration was much weaker than his.

This involuntarily reminded Zhang Rongfang of something.

This was the first time he encountered such a thing, if Chang Yuqing were a God Worshiper Martial Artist, it would be understandable, but she wasn’t; instead, she was just a weak woman without any special physique.

The confrontation of these two bloodlines caused Chang Yuqing to be extremely fatigued and pained at the moment.

Fortunately, he soon increased the blood transfusion, forcefully suppressing that kind of power.

"Is there a Spirit Person in your family?" Suddenly Zhang Rongfang asked.

"My father... is indeed a Spirit Person noble." Chang Yuqing replied with difficulty.

"Spirit Person noble..." Zhang Rongfang mused. He waved his hand, and immediately two female disciples came up to carry Chang Yuqing away.

He suddenly had some speculation, but did not specifically investigate, and was not clear what secrets these Spirit Person nobles might be hiding within their bodies.

As for Chang Yuqing, perhaps she could be studied closely.

She was an abandoned Spirit Person noble, with incredible insight, who had realized the initiative to resist enemies even before formally practicing martial arts.

Now, with her physique altered, how far could she reach in the future... just thinking about it made people look forward to it...

Standing on the platform, Zhang Rongfang pondered a lot for a time.

He thought of his senior uncle Jin Yuyan, with her aptitude, if not limited by human limits and influenced by the schizophrenic state of the Half-Extreme Realm, her heights would be far beyond this.

And now, with the same, even seemingly stronger talent of Chang Yuqing...

Along with the Bloodline physique he granted, in the future... perhaps she would become a nightmare feared by God Worshipers....

With a myriad of thoughts, Zhang Rongfang let out a long breath, finally shifting his gaze back to his own attribute panel.

’Next, it’s time to push for a new special talent.’

At this time, almost all of his attribute points had been added to life.

Leaving only one point.

’Zhang Rongfang - Life 399-399.’

’Available Attributes: 1.’

This point was withheld to guard against excessive influence on the body from emerging special talents, which could reveal abnormalities to others.

And now, everything was finally ripe.

"Someone come. Send word, I am going into seclusion, no one is allowed to disturb me. Leave food at the entrance of the cave." He suddenly ordered.

"Yes!"

The guards at the Human Immortal Temple steps quickly bowed in response.

These people weren’t martial artists, just attendants and daoists with basic martial skills, their task was to tend to the chores of the gorge.

After they left.

Zhang Rongfang turned and walked into the cave, closing the stone door at the entrance.

Coming to the center of the spacious area, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

This time... hope to develop a special talent to deal with Gods, Buddha, and Spirit Generals.

Spirit Generals rely on spewing blood, Gods and Buddha couldn’t even hurt Residual Gods... let alone restrain their undying traits, divine pressure traits.

What he urgently needed now was a means to break through defenses.

’Begin.’

Zhang Rongfang concentrated, composing a hand in his mind, gently tapping the plus sign behind the life attribute.

In an instant, life jumped from 399 to 400.

The cave was silent, with no changes.

Zhang Rongfang stood there, quietly waiting.

His eyes were fixed intently on the attribute panel, in the area for special talents.

Following the super sight, Blood Ancestor, Tong Yuan, three special talents. Quickly, a new line of words slowly floated out below.

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In the north of the Great Spirit.

The vast desert, with yellow sand swirling all over the sky.

On the undulating dunes, two figures wielding weapons were engaged in a frenzied battle.

At the edge of the sand dunes, a team of camel riders dressed in white light armor was guarding a pure white sheer palanquin.

Inside the palanquin, someone was reclining lazily, enjoying the deadly fight between the two in the distance.

"I bet with her, saying that within a hundred moves, she couldn’t kill Yun Xiao. Now it seems she’s about to lose..."

"Just a mere slave, why does the commander spend time standing here for them?" a camel-riding guard beside him said in a deep voice.

"In the vast desert, she encountered me. She recognized me. This is fate," the person inside the carriage said softly.

"Heaven has granted this fate, why should I sever it? So, I gave her a chance."

"But now we must quickly head to the Great Capital; Yue Dewen’s manipulation of the court is unforgivable, and such a crime must be punished..." the guard expressed dissatisfaction.

"That’s my business," the person inside the carriage’s voice turned cold. "Sima Rui, do you still remember the rules?"

"Yes... I have overstepped my bounds."

"Remember, there won’t be a next time," the person in the carriage’s tone returned to being gentle.

The others fell silent as if they were facing a great threat, not even daring to breathe too heavily.

Though they were all God Worshipers, all imbued with Spiritual Veins, all Super Grade. But at this moment, before the person in the carriage, they were no stronger than mere ants.

Thud!

At this time, on a distant sand dune, a woman finally pierced her opponent fiercely with a knife.

She raised her right arm, shouting her release.

"Oh? She actually won... just one move short," the person inside the carriage was surprised.

Looking at the slave woman running towards them.

The person inside the carriage sighed.

"The affairs of the world are always so unpredictable."

"Commander? That Yue Dewen is reputed to be the best in the world; how strong is he really? Have you seen his power?" a guard asked in a deep voice.

"I don’t know... maybe even stronger than Damir back then?" the person inside the carriage replied in a casual, uncertain tone.

"Are you not returning with the other Spirit Generals to threaten Yue Dewen?" that guard asked in surprise.

"Yes... the divine decree has indeed come down. But it didn’t specify when it must occur, did it?" the person in the carriage laughed.

The guard frowned slightly, finding this ambiguous attitude somewhat unsettling about the person’s meaning.

"No rush... let’s head to Snow Rainbow Pavilion first, as for Yue Dewen, we’ll talk when everyone’s gathered..." the person inside the carriage reclined lazily again.

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Human Immortal Temple, Wish Girl Gorge.

Zhang Rongfang stood quietly in the cave, eyes closed, observing the newly emerging special trait ability.

Light red handwriting appeared, gradually growing clearer.

"Hmm??" At the sight of the handwriting, Zhang Rongfang furrowed his brow and opened his eyes wide in surprise.

The new ability was completely different from what he expected. According to previous deduced, his abilities should be influenced by the god marked on his body, showing different degrees of inclination.

So this time, the ability should be related to the Great Spirit Desire Heaven.

But at this moment, what appeared before him was a completely different ability.

’Super Smell - Blood Tracking.’

This was an ability that seemed similar to the prior Super Vision. It didn’t look formidable.

Zhang Rongfang was slightly disappointed, but at least it seemed like something he could use based on the name.

Soon, the writing vanished completely, finishing its emergence.

A trace of inexplicable restlessness emerged from within his body.

Streams of coolness appeared out of thin air inside his body, all converging to his nasal cavity, beginning to transform the biological structure there.

Pain, itchiness, and numbness, three intense sensations alternated continuously. The process lasted for about ten minutes before slowly fading and ending.

"Did it work!?" Zhang Rongfang stood still, unconsciously drenched in cold sweat.

He reached up to touch his forehead, finding it completely wet.

’Seems unchanged from before?’

’No, wait!’

Suddenly, Zhang Rongfang narrowed his eyes.

He smelled something!!

The scents were like lines, and as he closed his eyes, he could even vividly imagine the lines being red, thin, extending from him all the way outside the cave.

These lines... densely packed, numbering at least dozens, even hundreds.

And each one seemed to extend in a different direction.

Some even penetrated the stone walls of the cave, pointing in unknown directions.

’This...’ Zhang Rongfang vaguely speculated at something.

Immediately, he quickly opened the stone door, leapt down from the Human Immortal Platform, and unfolded his body technique in the canyon.

Soon he followed a thin line, speeding along, and found Zhang Zhenhai crouched by the cave entrance, gnawing at a chicken claw.

Swoosh!

With a gust of breeze, Zhang Rongfang appeared in front of her.

The end of the red line was precisely at Zhang Zhenhai’s brow.

The two stared wide-eyed at each other, stunned for a moment.

Ah!!

Zhang Zhenhai’s face flushed red, and she quickly stood up, turning to flee, disappearing into the distant fog in an instant.

Leaving Zhang Rongfang alone in thought.

’This Blood Tracking seems to be able to detect the defense of the bloodline I created with my own hands... this is beyond the simple range of smell....’

Though not exceptionally powerful, it was a great supplement for managing the Human Immortal Temple.

Especially since he couldn’t control the bloodline he created, he had been hesitant to create more.

Now with this Blood Tracking, perhaps he could afford to be somewhat less cautious....

Of course, provided that this red line could indeed find each bloodline.

With this thought, Zhang Rongfang tapped his foot, following one of the red lines, leaping forth, and swiftly departing.

This time, he chose a farther direction.