Cultivators Are So Weak in This World

Chapter 540 - 507 Types of Minds 1

King Mu Li and his entourage quickly fled, frequently taking detours to avoid blocked positions.

In the mountains and forests, it was difficult to distinguish directions, relying on someone occasionally leaping up to see the path ahead from a height.

As night fell, the entourage remained silent, King Mu Li was preoccupied and even less inclined to speak.

He had been waiting for a message from Tian Gong behind, but unfortunately, even after he had run over a hundred miles away, there was still no news from the rear.

No one knew how the confrontation between Tian Gong and Lie Hu ended, or what really happened, who won or lost.

"Could it be that Tian Gong has abandoned us?" someone in the team couldn’t help but speak out.

"Hired experts are ultimately not as reliable as our own people. Even if Golden Rainbow finds an excuse to leave, we would be powerless,"

The person in black robes who had previously vowed to team up with Tian Gong against Lie Hu, now remained silent for a moment, then slowly spoke up.

"Prince, are we still heading to Wushan Prefecture?" the person in black robes looked at King Mu Li at this moment.

King Mu Li’s eyes reflected uncertainty, constantly changing.

Finally, he suddenly clenched his fists.

"We’re going, why wouldn’t we?"

Now that Yue Dewen is unlikely to divert attention here, if action is going to be taken, now is the best time.

"In Wushan Prefecture we’ll settle our affairs, capture Zhang Ying and take him away! I want Yue Dewen to taste what I’m going through now!!" he said solemnly.

"Yes!"

The group replied in unison.

Everyone understood, encountering Lie Hu was just bad luck, but in reality, with the strength of their current team, dealing with a mere Wushan Prefecture is a breeze.

The most formidable figures in all of Wushan Prefecture are merely a few Super Grade masters.

Among them, Super Grade is just the starting point.

Crossing through the forested land, the group would soon descend to the plains, entering the confines of Wushan Prefecture.

Suddenly, the person in black robes sharply halted the group, raising his hand to signal everyone to stop.

"Someone!!" he said in a deep voice, looking ahead.

"More people?!" King Mu Li felt a jolt, suddenly having a bad premonition.

He followed the gaze of the person in black robes forward.

In the barren fields beyond the forest, there was a person leisurely walking towards them with hands behind their back.

This person was dressed in a gray long robe with wide sleeves, a face full of vitality, hair gray and adorned with a high black crown, with a long white beard reaching down to the chest. He carried the demeanor of an accomplished sage, a hermit in practice.

"In the grand dream, who knows the year? The distant lights recall brilliant memories. Gentlemen, with such hurried steps, where are you headed?"

As soon as the old man spoke, his voice was strong and thunderous, quite unlike his previously elegant hermit style.

"Your reverse time society has quite the audacity! Lie Hu came, and you came too! All gathered in this tiny Wushan Prefecture."

His eyes flickering, the person in black robes stepped forward, blocking the path for everyone.

"I came as I said, but no one believed. Lie Hu said he came, and still no one believed. But now, everyone is here?" the old man chuckled, stroking his beard.

"But it’s good we’re all here, otherwise, we wouldn’t have met you, old friend?" The old man’s eyes were sharp, staring at the person in black robes as if seeing through his hidden face and form.

"You still remember me?" The person in black robes smiled slightly.

"Of course I remember. When I first saw you, you were just a taciturn monk following the Imperial Tutor. When I heard you betrayed, I thought it was false news." The old man chuckled.

"No need to mention the past. But you, aside from the mysterious president, the reverse time society has only three Spirit Generals in Extreme Realm worth showing. Now Lie Hu and you, Fan Heng, both came all at once. It seems... this Wushan Prefecture is far from simple as the rumors say?" The person in black robes spoke solemnly.

"It’s rare for the president to issue an order, and if we remember, we came early to await. Not to hide, I’ve been here for three days. Food depends on the sky, sleeping relies on trees, and drinking water relies on dew. I’m embracing the winds, drinking the dew, almost becoming immortal~" The old man laughed.

"Hehe... how about we retreat now?" The person in black robes asked again.

"Why not stay a bit before leaving?" The old man Fan Heng’s grin widened.

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Zhang Rongfang stayed for a few nights in Eastern Castle, carefully discussing with Dongfang Mu and his disciples about Confucian martial arts.

The Confucian’s peculiar method of channeling voice into martial arts inspired him greatly in refining his twelve Immortal Techniques.

The essence of the twelve Immortal Techniques was designed to adapt to the physique revealed after activating the Blood Lotus.

Because in the Blood Lotus state, the internal structure of the body changes dramatically, requiring a new set of explosive force techniques, hence the creation of Immortal Techniques.

However, the Immortal Techniques themselves were merely a prototype, and as the Blood Lotus state evolved, Zhang Rongfang had to continually revise the force techniques within them.

It can be said that the Immortal Techniques evolved alongside the Blood Lotus.

During his discussions with Dongfang Mu, the latter repeatedly expressed an interest in observing the Immortal Techniques of the Human Immortal Temple.

But after Zhang Rongfang introduced the Foundation Establishment method to him, Dongfang Mu became hesitant and silent.

Up until his departure, Dongfang Mu never spoke again.

Zhang Rongfang was unconcerned, as the Human Immortal Temple had already dispersed, with few remaining in Wish Girl Gorge.

In fact, aside from the natural closeness and admiration from the bloodline, over a certain distance, he had no control over the members of the Human Immortal Temple.

Only within a certain range around him could he exert control over the blood within the Bloodline.

This was also the key reason he hesitated to indiscriminately release the Bloodline.

Because it was no longer beneficial to himself.

The number of Bloodline created before was already sufficient.

The Bloodline would also produce new lower-tier Bloodline. What changes this would bring, Zhang Rongfang was uncertain of the ultimate outcome.

So as for the matter of Dongfang Mu, he was not in a hurry.

Inside the Wish Girl Gorge.

Mist filled the cave.

’Zhenyue Dewen’ Xue Tong and Zhang Rongfang sat opposite each other, each holding a piece, engaged in a game of Go.

"Little friend, do you know, that recently around Wushan, several Earth Mother Walkers worshipped by the noble families of Spirit People have descended? I counted, at least four arrived!" Xue Tong spoke softly while playing.

The surrounding mist seemed to carry a white glow, allowing the two to see everything clearly without illumination.

Zhang Rongfang held a black piece, contemplating the board in front of him. Upon hearing this, his heart chilled slightly.

"Four Earth Mother Walkers...that means four Spirit Generals? The Great Capital truly holds me in high regard."

After catching up with Dongfang Mu, he understood what level of power an Earth Mother Walker represented.

If among Spirit Generals, the Divine General Yue Dewen was at the top, then Sang Lan and Earth Mother Walkers were at the bottom.

But unlike other martial classes, the strength of a Spirit General was only a part of determining victory.

The key was also in the gods and buddhas behind them.

With strong gods and buddhas, even a worthless Spirit General like Sang Lan could not be underestimated.

Because once such a Spirit General undergoes the Great Descent of the Divine, with a god or buddha possessing them, their power would rise sharply in an instant.

Snap.

Finding a flaw, Zhang Rongfang quickly placed a piece.

"And then? Did the Wish Girl stop them?"

"If they truly rushed in, and the Wish Girl couldn’t descend, she might not have been able to stop them." Xue Tong chuckled, "But they suddenly retreated on their own. The reason is unknown."

Pausing, he calmly made a move, countering the opponent’s attack.

"With the information little friend provided, the fake Zhenyue Dewen designed to unite all other sects in a total assault, heading straight for the Great Capital. It seems something major happened behind these Earth Mother Walkers.

It appears, the fate of the world is soon to be decided. Do you remember what we discussed last time, little friend?"

"When I ambushed and killed Sang Lan before, there were only two Reverse Time members around. Why did the news spread so quickly?" Zhang Rongfang asked seriously. "Even if sent by flying birds, it shouldn’t have reached here so quickly."

"Because between gods and buddhas, they have their own unique means of communication." Xue Tong replied. "This method is costly, but its speed far exceeds that of flying birds, crossing thousands of mountains and rivers in an instant."

"...Does this happen every time a Spirit General dies?" Zhang Rongfang asked again.

"Naturally not. It’s only because you are a taboo." Xue Tong sighed.

"What is a taboo?" Zhang Rongfang asked, puzzled.

"Anyone who threatens the foundation of gods and buddhas’ rule is a taboo." Xue Tong answered. "Confucianism was like this back in the day. So, little friend, now that you have established the Human Immortal Temple, you possess the potential to threaten those who worship gods, and Confucianism people have appeared around you too.

You should prepare for what you’re going to face next."

With two taboos combined, one can imagine how the gods and buddhas will react.

Now, it’s only because the Great Capital is still embroiled in fierce battles that they have no free hand.

Once they regain their footing, they will surely come down hard on this side!

"I understand," Zhang Rongfang nodded slightly.

"Do you remember the help I sought from you, little friend? As long as I successfully escape, I have a way to help you cover your tracks and avoid the gods’ and buddhas’ notice," Xue Tong continued.

"Of course, I remember. But how can I assist you in leaving this place?" Zhang Rongfang asked, feeling a spark of interest.

"It’s simple, just let the Wish Girl agree to lift the restrictions on me," Xue Tong replied. "After a battle back in the day, my body’s time was permanently frozen at that moment, unable to move forward. Likewise, I can’t leave this gorge. So as long as the Wish Girl lets go, I can easily leave."

"Does that require communicating with the Wish Girl? But I’ve never communicated with gods or buddhas..." Zhang Rongfang frowned.

"You can try; it’s not really difficult. The key is how to persuade them." Xue Tong said, "The essence of gods and buddhas is unknown. Some are like people, with clear consciousness, desires, and thoughts. Others are rigid and crazy, stable at times, chaotic at others. You need to interact and understand."

Compared to today’s Yue Dewen, Xue Tong’s understanding of gods and buddhas was much more straightforward.

There was an implication that he had seen many gods and buddhas; otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to categorize and describe them so familiarly.

"I’ll try once I’m ready," Zhang Rongfang responded earnestly.

But he knew in his heart that Xue Tong was mysterious and unfathomable; although he helped him before, it didn’t mean everything he said was trustworthy.

Immediately, Zhang Rongfang stopped talking and focused on the game.

Just now, when he genuinely planned to agree to help Xue Tong leave the gorge, he felt a sudden sense of warning.

This alertness came quickly and vanished just as fast.

But at his current realm, his body instinctively had a high sensitivity to external information.

Thus, no feeling could be ignored.

Immediately, Zhang Rongfang dismissed the idea of helping Xue Tong contact the gods and buddhas now.

Next, he would see how the Great Capital and Yue Shi would respond and handle him.

If the gods and buddhas found taboos unacceptable, then as the foremost person of the Great Dao Teaching, how would Yue Shi decide?

And how should he coexist with the Great Dao Teaching?

The future...remained uncertain.

Seeing his thoughts, Xue Tong said no more, peacefully continuing the game.

Before long, the game ended.

Zhang Rongfang held a piece, dazed as he looked at the board; he lost.

Unconsciously, he had reached a dead end.

Xue Tong glanced at him, his form suddenly dissipating into smoke, disappearing without a trace.

Leaving only Zhang Rongfang sitting still, staring at the game in front of him.