Cultivators Are So Weak in This World-Chapter 225 - 207 Dust Settled Part 1

The sound of the wind constantly swept past behind him, his clothes fluttering and rolling.

The massive black ruler in Iron Asura’s hand was almost deformed by his grip.

He sprinted furiously.

The houses on either side of Hushan Town were quickly left behind him.

The flow of people and horses on the official road also became increasingly sparse as the distance extended.

Suddenly, he turned sharply to the left, rushed off the official road, and dashed into the vast endless grassland.

The plain of withered yellow grass blades, with only groups of antelopes and elk leisurely strolling with their heads down.

The waist-high weeds swayed in the wind, creating waves after waves.

Iron Asura sprinted, continually smashing paths through the weeds.

’Jade Void Palace...!! This bunch at the Great Dao Teaching never truly split! They deceived everyone outside!’

Iron Asura came from that era.

He was well aware that in that era, gods emerged, and powerful entities vied for dominance. Each overlord-level power had mighty divine beings backing them.

And the Great Dao Teaching, at that time, due to differences in philosophy and worship, split into two branches.

One branch was the Jade Void Palace, and the other was the Celestial Treasure Palace.

Afterward, these two branches always fought and exhausted each other internally.

Then they went through internal chaos. The power of the Great Dao Teaching waned, with its strength reduced to one-tenth, ultimately becoming dependent on the Spirit Court.

Later, the Spirit Court swept across all directions, supported strongly behind the scenes by the Great Dao Teaching, Zhenyi Sect, and the Buddhist sect.

Thus, they achieved great feats so quickly.

Originally, it was believed... that the faction of the Jade Void Palace, with its more brutal philosophy, had long disappeared in the river of history due to unification.

But unexpectedly, it had quietly been unified by the current sect leader of the Great Dao Teaching....

In just a brief moment, during the full sprint escape, Iron Asura thought of many things.

The more he thought, the more he felt that the depths behind the Great Dao Teaching were comparable to the Buddhist sect.

Everyone previously misjudged, thinking the Great Dao Teaching had long lost its former might, but they didn’t expect...

Puff!

Suddenly, Iron Asura’s steps halted, cold sweat instantly seeping through his face.

He looked around.

Behind him was still Hushan Town!

The scene was exactly the same as when he just turned off the official road.

But the problem is, he had clearly left the official road for several minutes!

In such a long time, it was enough for him to run at least two miles away!

But why.....

Why is he still here!? Just a hundred meters from Hushan Town?

Iron Asura’s steps abruptly stopped, a chill swiftly rising from his heart.

He carefully looked around, continually checking his surroundings.

It was silent beside him, and Hushan Town was still bustling with people, but no one cast even a glance in this direction.

"Is this.... the mysterious mist.....!?"

His voice was suppressed, all his muscles tightly tensed, ready to respond to attacks from any angle at any moment.

He suddenly understood, entering the legendary mist of the Jade Void Palace meant that no matter how he tried to escape, he couldn’t get away.

Those outside couldn’t see, but everything here was real.

"Seems you know quite a lot."

A cold voice came from the side.

Daoist Mingyuan unknowingly stood shoulder to shoulder with him, gazing at the distant sky.

The clouds in the sky resembled stairs, the sunset was falling, and the breeze was like a furnace. Just standing still, one could feel the summer’s essence.

"Can you let me go?"

Iron Asura didn’t want to die. He had lived for so many years but hadn’t enjoyed life enough; he didn’t want to die here so inexplicably.

"What do you think?" Daoist Mingyuan raised his hand, with residual blood traces on his fingertips.

"Hehe...."

Iron Asura finally gave up the illusion and gripped the metal black ruler with both hands.

"It seems Monk Hongyan has died at your hands, so...."

Hiss...

In an instant, his whole body swelled and bulged, his muscles enlarged, blood vessels, and veins bulging on his skin, his whole body increasing in size by a small circle.

A fierce roar, like that of a sea beast, burst from his mouth.

In an instant, he leaped into the air, his body, now a circle larger than Mingyuan’s, wielding the black ruler, striking down upon him.

The black ruler sliced through the air, creating a white airwave and a sharp whistle, crashing down.

Boom!!!

In the howling wind, the black ruler was stopped by a sharp finger covered in silver scales.

Daoist Mingyuan watched him coldly.

"Jade Sea Dragon God?"

Bong!

With a flick of the fingertip.

With a tremendous noise, Iron Asura was thrown back as if hit by a train, crashing into the ground and rolling into uneven pits.

"Alas, in the face of absolute power, everything is illusion."

Daoist Mingyuan slowly walked forward.

Swish!

Once again, Iron Asura rose from the ground, turning into a white line, pouncing again.

He roared, wielding the black ruler like a storm against Daoist Mingyuan.

With each strike, his power far exceeded the terrifying strength of the Ninth Grade, the speed was astounding, each move at the pinnacle level of Super Grade internal techniques.

But even with such attacks.

The black ruler, almost a shadow with its rapid swings.

In front of Daoist Mingyuan, it looked like a baby wielding a toy, each strike blocked by a single fingertip extended from him.

The clanging impacts sounded like raindrops hitting banana leaves, continuous and unending.

Mingyuan stood in the center indifferently, allowing attacks from all directions.

No matter the move, no matter the angle, from beginning to end, he used only one finger.

Points of sparks from the impacts surrounded him, floating down slowly. Paired with his still neat black Daoist robe and stern face.

If it weren’t for the weeds being swept and affected around, perhaps this would have been quite a beautiful picture.

But...

Mingyuan suddenly paused, casually flicking his hand.

Bam!!

With an explosive sound, a figure was flung far away with his flick.

The Iron Asura was thrown like a rag, heavily crashing to the ground.

But the pain of the fall was insignificant to him; the key was the strange changes happening to the spiritual veins he relied on within his body.

"You....!!?" The Iron Asura struggled to get up and escape.

Yet he was already powerless to move.

All his spiritual veins were convulsing spontaneously, starting to rebel.

All the silver metallic threads moved from within his body, emerging from beneath his skin, like flowing water.

The threads crawled along the ground to the boots of Daoist Mingyuan, changed color, clung on, and fused in.

And just as these threads completely vanished, the Iron Asura on the ground slowly lost his breath.

Meanwhile, in Hushan Town, around the Hundred Trust Restaurant.

The subordinates of the ambushed Iron Asura were quietly surrounded and taken away one by one by people in various attires.

These were merely ordinary experts’ subordinates, facing the Great Dao Teaching’s hidden forces, who were completely unable to resist.

In the blink of an eye, they were almost completely eliminated.

The few remaining, even if not eliminated, were panicked and fled in haste.

At this moment, Zhang Rongfang leisurely arrived at the Hundred Trust Restaurant, looking up at the somewhat messy upstairs windows and frowned.

He didn’t go in immediately.

From the beginning, he was very clear about the pile of reasons given by his master Chongxuan, those reasons about his qualifications being decent.

They were actually all fake.

He wasn’t a fool, the moment he figured it out.

Especially after verifying the actual situations of many disciples within the sect, he understood even more that Chongxuan was just fooling him initially.

Therefore, he already had a sense of his own cultivation level in the Sect.

And such qualifications... could actually leave the Celestial Treasure Palace at will....

"Uncle Mingyuan?" Suddenly, he turned around, looking at a figure not far behind him.

The person, with a cold face and clad in a black robe, was precisely Mingyuan who had been following him all along.

Mingyuan nodded slightly to him, turned, and vanished into the crowd.

Zhang Rongfang watched him leave without speaking.

He didn’t understand what that nod meant, but he knew very well that Mingyuan was very likely the expert sent specifically to protect him.

This was also one of the reasons he dared to go out alone.

He swung his sleeves and walked towards the Hundred Trust Restaurant in large strides.

Inside, the scattered diners were either constantly drinking, softly whispering, or silently eating simple dishes alone.

There were even those with maids and servants, feasting at a table full of meat dishes.

Zhang Rongfang didn’t hesitate and asked the waiter, then headed towards the Flying Room on the third floor.

Whoosh.

Suddenly, a slender woman rushed downstairs, seemingly tripped and stumbled towards him.

Zhang Rongfang instinctively sidestepped to avoid, yet unexpectedly, the other party’s small hand reached out, stuffing something into his hand.

He looked down; it was an item wrapped in gray cloth, about the size of a finger.

Zhang Rongfang was about to discard the item when a golden shimmer flickered before his eyes.

It was the Feather Talisman of the Golden Wing Pavilion!

His hand paused, and when he looked for the person again, she was already gone.

Standing on the stairs, he paused, then tucked the item into his sleeve.

"Hurry up, don’t block the way if you’re not leaving!" came the impatient voices of other guests behind him.

Zhang Rongfang, keeping a low profile, continued to step up.

But that item piqued his curiosity.

He was not afraid of poison; he wore special gloves to guard against toxins contacting the skin.

The item was also wrapped in cloth, obviously to prevent others from noticing.

The woman even used the Feather Talisman of the Golden Wing Pavilion to lower his guard.

With the clatter of footsteps, Zhang Rongfang was soon led to the Flying Room on the third floor.

Pushing open the door, it was empty inside.

Zhang Rongfang didn’t mind, and upon entering, he took a seat.

He ordered some food and wine from the waiter.

He began eating slowly.

After closing the door.

Only then did he take out the item he had just acquired, placing it on the table.

Prying open the wrapping of gray cloth, inside was a black metal key with golden thread patterns.

On the strip of fabric was a line of writing.

The handwriting was elegant and neat, with almost identical size and proportions.

’From now on, trust only yourself. Don’t be afraid...’

"This handwriting...." Zhang Rongfang furrowed his brows; since his breakthrough to the Super Grade, his memory had improved greatly.

At a glance, he recognized this seemed to be the handwriting of Celestial Maiden Tong Chapter.

Once again picking up the key, he examined it closely, discovering that the golden threads on the key seemed to be outlining a subtle map.

On the black key surface, traces of golden thread patterns wound intricately, with a distinct red dot on one side.

Seeing this, Zhang Rongfang suddenly recalled a decryption method he had seen before in the Golden Wing Pavilion.