Cultivators Are So Weak in This World

Chapter 515 - 484 Awakening

"In this world, things seldom go as we wish. Perhaps this is how it should be," Zhang Rongfang sighed. "The path of the Immortal is hard to seek, just as life itself is hard to obtain. I’m just worried about getting lost...."

He was too aware of the overwhelming pleasure brought by feeding on blood.

Just look at that red-robed Daoist from earlier, and you could faintly see he was already getting addicted to this sensation, unable to extricate himself.

"If someone becomes lost in addiction and wantonly slaughters the innocent, should we not personally put an end to them?" At this moment, Hongxian Daoist had fully regained the appearance of his prime, appearing as a handsome man with broad bones and a strong build.

"Alright." Zhang Rongfang thought for a moment and nodded slightly.

He opened his mouth to say something, when suddenly his night vision caught a scene from afar.

"What is that....!?"

His brows furrowed unconsciously, his gaze focused as if he had seen something extremely troublesome.

In the burning town center, a bald red-cloaked monk was gazing down with compassion at a young man kneeling in front of him.

The young man was covered in blood, already weak and powerless.

Yet he was stubbornly kneeling before the monk relying solely on willpower.

"Master, I beg for your mercy...."

He was kowtowing heavily, one time after another.

Under the firelight, his forehead was covered in red, indiscernible whether it was the blood from the ground or his own.

Behind the young man lay a petite girl, barely clinging onto life.

"Alas...." The monk sighed, suddenly feeling a stir of emotion in his heart.

He suddenly felt that he could save them.

Thinking about this, he instinctively moved forward, extending his hand, mimicking the scene when Zhang Rongfang bestowed blood.

Hiss...

A drop of blood seeped from his fingertip, slowly dripping onto a gaping wound on the girl’s face.

In just over ten seconds, the girl actually twitched slightly, her body began to shrink, growing thinner, but her wounds were healing rapidly.

Swish!

Her eyes snapped open, a faint blood-red glimmer in them.

"Blood...." A low, hoarse murmur came from the girl’s throat.

"Amitabha... no... Infinite Celestial Venerable..." The red-robed monk showed a hint of smile.

Atop the distant temple roof.

Zhang Rongfang remained silent.

The bloodline he released could actually create new bloodlines.

Immense recovery, superior speed and physique, growing stronger with blood sucking, all these were similar to the traits of a Blood Race ghoul.

’It seems, I underestimated the innate talent of this Blood Ancestor....’

"Someone’s coming! Sect Leader!" Suddenly the voice of Hongxian Daoist sounded from behind.

"Hmm?" Zhang Rongfang looked up in another direction.

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The fire devoured the surrounding buildings.

In the central square of the town.

A tall and burly figure was laughing madly, crashing through, mercilessly slaughtering among the Red Turban rioters.

Standing three meters tall, his body was covered with blood vessel patterns activated by multiple Extreme States, numerous muscles seemed alive, slithering across his skin.

This was from the Human Immortal Temple, aside from Hongxian Daoist, one of the four who failed to achieve Grandmaster status—Kong De, the Heaven-Flipping Palm.

Figures were casually sent flying with broken spines with a slap from him.

Occasionally a Spiritual Line would burst, piercing his body, but he would soon grab a person to feed on, recovering instantly.

The Red Turban rioters surged fearlessly from all around. Until the Red Turban Army’s numbers ran out, a bizarre equilibrium was maintained.

Kong De laughed, his feeding reached its peak, now even ordinary weapons left only scratches on him.

Non-Super Grade experts couldn’t even break through his defense.

This unrestrained carnage allowed him to vent decades of pent-up emotions.

Seeing he was about to break through the blockade, rushing towards the mysterious group in black cloaks in the town center.

Suddenly a figure shot from afar, lightning-fast through the crowd, aiming a palm at Kong De’s chest.

’Not good!’ Kong De was shocked, trying to dodge, but even his dodging direction was predicted by the opponent.

He moved, the opponent’s hand moved as well.

Both seemed coordinated, moving in the same direction.

Boom!!!

A thunderous sound followed.

Kong De’s chest burst open, pierced through, revealing the blazing inferno behind him.

His body froze still, no longer moving.

"A Three Emptiness expert? Where from?" The one who struck finally revealed himself, surprisingly Zhou Yitang, Sect Leader of the Numinous Thunder Sect, who’d received the message and rushed over.

His brows furrowed, hearing agonized wails from afar, knowing there were other experts targeting the Red Turban Army.

"You all retreat immediately, I will handle this!" He turned towards the conversion units in black cloaks, shouting loudly.

"Sect Leader, be careful!!" Someone from the conversion units exclaimed in shock.

Zhou Yitang’s face changed slightly, his foot shifted to the left, instantly dodging a fierce claw reaching for his back.

He quickly retreated, taking another look.

Only to see that Kong De, whose chest he had just pierced, had already recovered completely!

He was holding a struggling Red Turban rioter, heartlessly draining his blood.

The rioter’s body visibly shriveled, while Kong De visibly healed all his wounds.

"Truly remarkable... to have such a Grandmaster behind the scenes..." Kong De licked his lips.

He was but a step away from Grandmaster back then. Now facing a true Grandmaster, all his resentment, envy, jealousy, and a vague rage over the unfairness, surged layer upon layer within him.

"But it’s fine... now I’ve set foot on the path of the Immortal, harvesting life force from all things, gathering the fortunes of heaven and earth! I refuse to believe I can’t defeat you!!"

With a mighty roar, the ground shattered.

Kong De laughed wildly as he leaped towards Zhou Yitang.

"What of the Grandmaster!? I am the spirit of all things, the Immortal of all beings!!!"

On the distant rooftop.

Zhang Rongfang watched the battle from afar, his face calm.

"Kong De is not that person’s match." After observing for a few seconds, he came to the conclusion.

"Indeed, quite a bit weaker. In terms of taking the offensive initiative, Kong De is much lacking. Although his body has improved significantly due to the Immortal Path, the opponent hasn’t yet used the final move." Hongxian Daoist nodded in agreement.

"Let Tong Fei go. You should go too; with three people working together, you should be able to take him down," said Zhang Rongfang.

"Very well." Hongxian Daoist smiled, stepped forward, and leaped like a giant eagle from the rooftop, gliding down towards the battlefield in the distance.

Leaving Zhang Rongfang and Spirit Turtle Daoist standing there.

Watching as the two others quickly joined, forming a trio to encircle the Grandmaster of the Red Turban Army.

What occupied Zhang Rongfang’s mind wasn’t the joy of solving the resource dilemma. Instead, it was the bloodline he had released, now spreading widely, each possessing methods to counteract the god-worship ceremony.

For now, they might temporarily be considered as a different kind of worship, without being distinguished.

But once discovered in the future... the forces of gods and Buddhas would never allow such a power to grow on a large scale.

"Is this world too dark, or does it not tolerate the slightest resistance?" Suddenly, Zhang Rongfang sighed.

"Why do you worry, Sect Master? You merely led them to the Immortal Path, but you are not their absolute leader. Anything they do thereafter is unrelated to you. Good or evil is decided by their hearts, not by you." Spirit Turtle Daoist seemed to understand his concern and comforted him with a smile.

Zhang Rongfang pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly.

"Indeed so."

"It should be so, they respect you only because you gave them a second chance. But that’s all. You cannot absolutely dictate what they do or don’t do." Spirit Turtle Daoist replied with a smile.

"Well said." Zhang Rongfang understood his meaning.

To address the dilemma, he had created so many bloodlines in haste, but beyond a certain scope, he didn’t have absolute control over these bloodlines.

Moreover, most of these people lacked concepts of good and evil, with many still carrying past blood debts, violent and extreme in nature. Additionally, they could easily create new subordinate bloodlines.

At that moment, the distant trio battled Zhou Yitang, nearing a crucial moment.

No one could approach the four battling figures, with four silhouettes swiftly and repeatedly clashing.

Zhou Yitang’s palms moved as fast as lightning, uttering sharp and peculiar cries from his mouth, each call temporarily boosting his technique’s speed.

He had now activated his Extreme State, with his shirt torn, and wounds continuously appearing and healing on his body.

’These people... where did they spring up from!? Why have I never seen you before!?’

His eyes were filled with deep confusion.

Super Grade masters do not remain anonymous, especially when it is not just one or two, but a group.

Even top-tier Three Emptiness Extreme masters.

Yet now....

"Not even using the final move, looking down on us?" Hongxian Daoist smiled. "Forget it, the Sect Master is still watching, let’s finish this quickly."

Of the three, his power was the strongest. Once he made up his mind, invisible muscular energy resembling a serpent bulged and spread from his body.

"Fellow Daoists, let us join forces."

As he finished speaking, he had already leaped forward, charging towards Zhou Yitang.

The other two simultaneously responded and attacked from both sides, aiming at different positions of Zhou Yitang.

Three people, three top-tier Three Emptiness masters who failed to break through as Grandmasters, or Half Grandmasters.

Besides the final move, everything a Grandmaster has, they possess as well.

Now joining forces, coupled with the physical enhancement from their bloodline, all burst forth.

Suddenly, three straight lines formed on the street, with deep pits blasted by footprints.

Bang bang bang bang bang!!!

In an instant, the three figures simultaneously crashed into Zhou Yitang’s side.

The intense sound of engagement, like exploding beans firecrackers, burst forth.

Zhou Yitang barely fended off the attacks from two people, but the third person’s moves were beyond his defense.

His chest was struck repeatedly, spitting blood while retreating.

"You seek death!!" Finally, he roared furiously, his body rapidly transforming.

"Final Move Thunder Beast!!"

In a split second, his hair lengthened, ten fingernails turned black and sharp, arms covered in layers of gray-white armor-like shell.

In the center of his chest grew a twisted muscle pattern resembling a human face.

Ah!!!

Suddenly, the human face on his chest opened its mouth and roared.

A spine-chilling vibration burst from its mouth, completely spreading like rippling water, amplifying circles until far away.

The three attacking individuals surrounding him simultaneously felt as if struck by lightning, bodies turning weak and powerless.

At this moment, three silhouettes of Zhou Yitang simultaneously appeared in front of them, as if he had split into three, all striking, hitting the hearts of the three.

Bang bang bang!!

Three explosions later, the trio flew back, crashing into the residences behind.

Zhou Yitang stepped forward, knowing that one strike was not sufficient to kill all three, immediately charging towards the most resented Hongxian Daoist.

"Feel the divine might of the God of Thunder!!" He roared furiously.

Bending forward, he stepped down, and dashed forward.

The obstructing house walls shattered like tofu before him, revealing Hongxian Daoist lying on the ground, not yet risen.

"Die!!" Zhou Yitang aimed a palm at the opponent’s head.

This strike unleashed all his speed. Time surrounding him seemed to slow down, everything decelerated to near stillness.

Only he remained like an arrow, sprinting forward.

"Die die die die die die die die!!!"

The gigantic sound waves from his mouth echoed as though reverberating, continuously oscillating around.

The palm, like lightning, bore a white air column, aiming forward with a vicious strike.

Swish!

At this very instant, a black-cloaked silhouette abruptly appeared before him.

Raised a hand, palm against palm!

’Thunder-breaking Life Divine Skill—Heaven’s Pure Radiance!!’ Zhou Yitang, despite his shock, revealed a ruthless look, using the final move combined with the Limit-Breaking Skill, fully attacking.

Clang!!!

This palm heavily struck the incoming person’s left palm, exploding in rings of pure white air waves.

The unique oscillating force belonging to the final move and Limit-Breaking Skill, divided into over ten diverse energies, surged into the opponent’s palm, all seeming to vanish like stone sinks into the sea.

"In the same Taoist sect, you have lost your way...." Zhang Rongfang looked at Zhou Yitang with an indescribable gaze.