Cultivators Are So Weak in This World-Chapter 319 - 295 Cleaning, Part 1

"You actually... really found it!!?" Zhang Yunqi watched Zhang Rongfang in astonishment.

His gaze was fixed on the dead Kongxiang on the ground.

If it were just an ordinary statement, he definitely wouldn’t believe it.

But at this very moment, the truth was laid bare before his eyes.

Kongxiang, this true Spiritual Veins, was truly dead.

In just a few minutes, he was utterly killed by the young master.

Others absolutely couldn’t comprehend this concept; even the Martial Monks of Wanghai Temple didn’t know what difficulty had to be faced to achieve this.

They might not even understand what Spiritual Veins are.

Only those who had truly participated in the ambush of the Rebel Sect could appreciate how difficult it was for ordinary people to kill a Spiritual Veins spirit guard.

After repeatedly confirming that Kongxiang was indeed dead.

There was a brief silence.

The next moment, the Martial Monks were in an uproar, turning around to flee.

While the people of the Rebel Sect cheered loudly.

Someone in the Rebel Sect couldn’t help but shout loudly, tears welling up in their eyes.

Some trembled all over, too excited to express their feelings.

Others couldn’t even hold onto their weapons, biting their lips tightly to keep from crying out.

Compared to ordinary people, they had always hunted down the devout Martial Artists, risking the lives of their companions for any slight mistake.

No one understood better than they did the cost of killing a devout Martial Artist.

So, seeing the slain Kongxiang, the people of the Rebel Sect breathed heavily, their emotions boiling over.

They burst into a kind of excitement that ordinary people could not possibly understand.

"Long live the young master!!"

"Kill these damned monsters!!"

"Kill them all!!"

"Kill!!"

For a long time, this group was sustained by past hatred. Despite the difficulties, they mostly thought, even just causing some trouble for the Spirit Court’s devout Martial Artists was good.

But now, now it was different.

Now that they had found a way to quickly kill devout Martial Artists, perhaps in the future, they could... completely wipe out these damned monsters!!

"Now is not the time to be happy!" Zhang Yunqi exclaimed, stopping everyone’s emotions.

"Search the entire Wanghai Temple thoroughly, everyone, make sure not to let any suspicious person escape." He quickly began to calm the increasingly excited people of the Rebel Sect.

Finally calming everyone’s emotions.

The crowd quickly dispersed, like they had been injected with adrenaline, chasing after the fleeing Martial Monks.

The Rebel Sect had surrounded the entire Wanghai Temple before breaking through the gates.

Before arriving here, both Zhang Yunqi and Zhang Rongfang were prepared to ensure no one left the place alive.

With Zhang Rongfang’s support, the Rebel Sect continued to grow, its scale increasingly larger.

Now, there were already four to five hundred people in Citong.

Most of them were ordinary people, a smaller portion were martial artists, with over a hundred having reached rank.

This scale was twice as large as it was two years ago under Zhang Yunqi’s leadership.

Now, mobilized, the entire Wanghai Temple was a fortress.

Further out, beyond the Wanghai Temple’s grounds, many in the Rebel Sect were camouflaged, responsible for disguise and cover.

Compared to usual, the surrounding area seemed only slightly more crowded.

But in reality, many in the Rebel Sect were mixed in.

Boom!

The door to an underground storeroom in the inner courtyard was pushed open by Zhang Rongfang.

A thick, indescribable incense rapidly spread out.

The incense was so strong it almost choked, causing coughs.

Inside the storeroom were densely packed, over a hundred beautiful foreign women, all barely clad and crammed inside.

Some were standing, others sitting on narrow single beds, their eyes vacant, their skin snow white.

But it was an unhealthy white, clearly from not having seen sunlight for a long time.

Zhang Rongfang squinted his eyes, looking at the dark-skinned monk guiding them.

This person was the chief steward, Wind Energy, assigned to run errands for Kongxiang in Wanghai Temple.

"Sir... this is the place designated for transferring Western beauties to the main temple, so every year, a considerable number of beauties are sent here.

Since the temple has only been built recently, the training isn’t mature yet, and the supportive perfumers haven’t arrived.

The smell here is meant to make these goods emit enough fragrance from inside and outside their bodies..."

Wind Energy explained with a sycophantic smile.

"What is the main temple doing with these people?" Zhang Rongfang scanned the storeroom.

What shocked him was that among these people, the youngest looked estimated to be only nine or ten years old, and the older ones not over thirty.

All were in the youngest age range.

Where did the Western Sect find so many women of suitable age, most of whom were beautiful?

Wind Energy gave a forced smile, listening to the sporadic screams of Martial Monks outside while nervously watching Zhang Rongfang’s mask to gauge his emotional expression.

"It’s for the Sixteen Celestial Demon Dances, with more and more noble Spirit People enjoying the Celestial Demon Dance, and our supply can’t meet demand, and the Celestial Demon Dance is notoriously consumptive. Typically, a woman can only be used for about a year before being discarded. So, we have to continuously select and supply...."

The Wind Energy accompanied with a smile.

"Rest assured, these girls don’t understand the language of the Great Spirit, so you can do anything to them without any trouble."

In his view, as long as they were men, when faced with such carefree amusement, they couldn’t help but indulge a little.

"Zhenhai, take all the people out. Arrange for them to be temporarily settled on a small island outside. If there’s any simple handiwork, let them support themselves. And also teach them the language of the Great Spirit."

Zhang Rongfang was also troubled, as these girls couldn’t speak the language and looked numb, clearly needing quite some time to recover.

"Young Master... Even so, with so many people, we can’t keep supporting them forever, can we?" Zhang Zhenhai frowned behind him.

"Should we kill them all then?" Zhang Rongfang asked solemnly.

"That’s not what I meant!" Zhang Zhenhai was startled and quickly lowered his head.

They were only against the deity-worshipping Martial Artists, not against humanity.

"First settle them down. It’s impossible to release them, but we can let them serve some purpose by doing some work.

Also, aren’t there quite a few brothers within our sect who are still unmarried? Some contact would be good if it leads to something."

Zhang Rongfang instructed.

Besides Kongxiang, the rest in Wanghai Temple were nothing more than weaklings, not worth mentioning. Contrarily, the hundred foreign girls posed quite a problematic burden.

Sending them back one by one would be too costly. Moreover, it could potentially reveal the secrets of the Rebel Sect.

Thus, the only way was to put them under house arrest.

Zhang Rongfang couldn’t help but recall the beautiful women he had saved in Wushan Prefecture.

Many of them later voluntarily worked in the pleasure house, earning money for the organization.

Some also joined under Qingsu, becoming a new source of intelligence for the Golden Wing Pavilion.

Now that Wushan’s Golden Wing Pavilion had turned to the Great Dao Teaching, the last letter mentioned that Qingsu and Dang Shanhu Ding Yu had already stabilized the situation in Wushan Prefecture, forming a positive cycle similar to before.

Self-sufficient.

"Young Master, why not choose some people to serve you?" Zhang Zhenhai asked doubtfully seeing Zhang Rongfang’s hesitation.

"If you favor one or two girls each day, perhaps in a dozen years, our Rebel Sect might have enough manpower to start an uprising...."

"What kind of absurd idea is that?!?!" Zhang Rongfang was taken aback, glancing at the somewhat worried Zhang Zhenhai beside him.

It’s just that in this world, it’s a common and accepted norm for the strong to occupy numerous female resources.

Although Zhang Zhenhai liked him, he still wanted to find more women for him to have more heirs.

Isn’t it the mission of the race to propagate?

"Arrange these people as you see fit."

Zhang Rongfang didn’t want to say more and turned to leave the cellar.

Mere pleasure would only delay his progress.

Compared to pure physical pleasure, the sense of accomplishment gained from crushing others in combat, achieving victory, solving riddles during exploration, among other things, was far stronger.

"Although Wanghai Temple is located in the outskirts, with the surrounding land cleared by evil monks.

There’s no guarantee that someone won’t go to the government to report. So everyone, hurry up. After ransacking, leave with the people immediately!" he instructed.

"Yes!" Zhang Zhenhai responded solemnly.

As Zhang Rongfang walked out of the cellar entrance, he saw Zhang Yunqi, who was guarding the Yuan family brothers, frowning, gesturing continuously at the two men, apparently figuring out how to quickly kill the two Spiritual Veins.

"Young Master!" Seeing Zhang Rongfang approach, Zhang Yunqi raised his head and bowed. "This method you mentioned, I am unable to accomplish it...."

He tried many times but couldn’t see the trajectory of the Spiritual Line to determine the approximate location of the Spirit Core.

Without that, he couldn’t outline the trajectory of the Spirit Core’s movements.

Nor could he depict the image of that mysterious person.

This means that Zhang Rongfang’s method could actually only be used by him.

"No hurry, move quickly; this terrain is special, and we can’t drag it out for long." Zhang Rongfang said solemnly. He had a faint feeling or prediction.

The Extreme Realm Grandmasters might have certain targeted secret teachings.

Because he discovered that the deity patterns inside the deity-worshipping martial artists of these sects were highly likely to have traces to follow.

"Alright."

Zhang Yunqi nodded, directing others to set a building on fire elsewhere to divert the government’s attention. But after such a long time, someone should have noticed something unusual at Wanghai Temple by now.

"Also, Young Master, our people intercepted a batch of letters that were intended to be sent outside here." Zhang Yunqi handed over a letter.

Taking the letter, Zhang Rongfang glanced over it.

"What about the people taken away? Have they been found?"

"Found, but severely injured and missing a leg." Zhang Yunqi sighed.

"As long as the person is found, the letters don’t really matter," Zhang Rongfang said calmly, "Without any physical evidence or eyewitness testimony, who would believe such things?"

"Indeed!"

Before long, the insurgents finished packing up, taking everyone and everything away.

The entire Wanghai Temple was reduced to dead silence, with no signs of life remaining.

A hidden threat that almost triggered great turmoil dissolved just like that.

Once the Western Sect discovered it, back and forth would take at least several more months.

Zhang Rongfang had already made arrangements and preparations for this.

Half an hour later.

A group of guards quickly formed ranks around the outskirts of Wanghai Temple and scattered around.

Sun Chaoyue, dressed in a light red, tight-fitting uniform, together with another heavily armored martial general from the Guard Sect, led the team to surround the entire Wanghai Temple.

Zhang Rongfang and Chen Han, wearing Taoist robes, arrived for a second time in a carriage.