Cultivators Are So Weak in This World-Chapter 211 - 195, Part 1

A few days later.

In the azure sky.

A male eagle with a white crest and black wings dove down from high altitude, flying towards the Celestial Treasure Palace.

Squeak squeak.

Suddenly, a little red bird flew in from the side, paralleling the eagle. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

The two birds, one large and one small, were both flying in the direction of the Great Capital.

The eagle soon noticed the little red one beside it.

It soared tens of thousands of meters, the imposing king of birds, yet there was a bird daring to stand equal with it??

Instantly, its mood soured.

The little red bird curiously glanced at the eagle and chirped a greeting.

It was trained not long ago and hadn’t seen many birds of prey. It believed everything in the world was beautiful.

The black-winged, white-crested eagle’s eyes turned cold, its body tilted, and a wing slapped the little red bird.

The large wing, like a fan, fiercely hammered down on the little red bird.

Squeak!~~~

Only a cry was heard, the little red bird looked bewildered, not having time to react before it fell down, plummeting straight from the sky.

The eagle contentedly watched the falling little red bird and proudly continued flying towards the Celestial Treasure Palace.

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Celestial Treasure Palace.

The deep sound of the morning bell slowly spread throughout the palace group.

The morning bell of the Celestial Treasure Palace has ten locations, distributed among the centers of the palace complex.

Opposite each location is an evening drum as a counterpart.

The bell rang three times.

It represented that the three Palace Masters were about to hold a small meeting.

Fang Zhiyun changed into a simple white yin-yang robe, holding a golden duster, and quickly entered the Grand Profound Hall.

The other two Palace Masters also leisurely walked in from the other two entrances.

The followers behind the three consciously left, closing the door behind them, permitting no one to approach.

Inside the Grand Profound Hall, the Venerable Lord of Tao and Virtue, one of the Three Pristine Ones, was worshipped.

Although the Great Dao Teaching venerates the Celestial Venerable Yujing, it still worships the universally recognized saintly Three Pristine Ones of the Daoist sects.

In fact, many believe that the Celestial Venerable Yujing is one of the incarnations of the Venerable Lord of Tao and Virtue.

Such a viewpoint was quite popular during the Five Patriarchs period.

At this moment, inside the temple, the special triangular ceiling had diagonally opened long strip skylights all around.

Sunlight streamed through these linear skylights, falling upon the ground like walls of golden crystal.

Fang Zhiyun, Xie Ling, Lin Qinghong.

Their attention was all focused on the center of the temple.

On a purple coral branch arrangement perched a large eagle with a black crest and white wings.

The eagle occasionally tilted its head to groom its feathers.

Tied to its legs was a bamboo tube, the thickness of a regular candle.

"It’s a decree sent by the Sect Leader."

Lin Qinghong stepped forward, approached the eagle, and extended his hand.

In his palm, there were some prepared pieces of meat. When the eagle lowered its head to peck at the food, he swiftly flicked his fingers to take the bamboo tube.

He tossed the bamboo tube to Xie Ling.

"You open it."

Xie Ling nodded, caught the bamboo tube, and quickly opened it, pouring out the silk cloth inside.

The silk cloth was unfurled, densely covered in small characters.

"Sect Leader’s decree: The matter concerning Zhang Ying of the Golden Wing Pavilion need not be discussed further.

Zhang Ying is actually a talent sent outside by our Great Dao Teaching, and now his undercover mission is complete, he should return.

His exceptional talent and sincere Dao heart are noted, having reached the Nascent Soul Realm at thirty-five years old, enduring myriad hardships while still adhering to the teachings and staying true to himself.

Now, in June 1185, it is proposed to accept Zhang Ying as the second closed-door disciple under Chongxuan Sect.

This decree is not to be spread outside, that’s it."

Xie Ling finished reading, his expression somewhat dumbfounded.

Thirty-five years old? Nascent Soul???

This is the result of the Sect Leader’s personal investigation???

Wasn’t it Golden Core before???

He found it hard to believe, and went through the decree again from start to finish, carefully.

He repeatedly checked the part about the Nascent Soul to ensure he hadn’t made a mistake, then came to.

"This... thirty-five-year-old Nascent Soul... could the Sect Leader have made a mistake in the investigation?" He was somewhat shocked and hesitated.

Lin Qinghong’s face had already changed slightly upon hearing the first reading.

"Probably not, the Sect Leader would never issue a decree specifically for a thirty-five-year-old Golden Core. So, this matter is highly likely true!"

He slightly clenched and then relaxed his hands, feeling a faint sweat seeping into his palms.

Thinking about how they almost expelled such a supreme talent in the cultivation of literature from the palace.

He felt a certain degree of fear in his heart.

A talent in the cultivation of literature achieving such heights, if picked up by the Zhenyi Sect... in the future, when Zhang Ying grows up, during the sect feud... he and Xie Ling fear they could be eternally shamed!

"Brother Fang...." Lin Qinghong’s voice was somewhat choked as he looked at Fang Zhiyun. "Did you receive any prior information since you defended him so strongly before?"

Fang Zhiyun also regained his senses, letting out a bitter laugh and shaking his head.

"If I had known earlier, why would we have struggled so much before, reaching this point? It’s just..."

He sighed; some things are difficult to express.

He still owed the Celestial Maiden his life-saving grace from back then.

"No wonder." He sighed, "No wonder Zhang Ying, all his martial arts are from our sect’s talismanic skills. It now appears clearly as one of the Sect Leader’s personally planted hidden hands. The Sect Leader truly knows the heavens and the earth, his skills touch the essence of creation, far beyond our understanding!"

The other two nodded.

"Indeed... how could there be so many coincidences in this world? Such a genius must have been groomed by the Sect Leader from the very beginning. No wonder... no wonder..." Lin Qinghong sighed deeply.

"No wonder what?" Xie Ling asked.

"No wonder the Sect Leader has not been searching everywhere for a new closed-door disciple.

Now it seems that the disciple was sent out early on, went through tribulations, and safely passed the Nascent Soul stage..."

Everyone present knew that the early-stage Nascent Soul required overcoming tribulations.

Hearing Lin Qinghong’s words, Xie Ling and Fang Zhiyun suddenly understood.

"That’s right, the early-stage Nascent Soul carries great risks. The four tribulations of earth, water, wind, and fire are extremely dangerous. Back in the day, I almost stumbled at the Earth Tribulation."

The so-called Earth Tribulation is when, during the early-stage Nascent Soul, all the body’s blood rushes into the dantian to nurture a new form, often causing a sense of wandering while walking, leading to bone weakness and frequent falls and fractures.

Even for martial artists, it is the same; martial arts at most make their bones and flesh tougher, allowing them to endure a bit longer.

But if one does not last long enough, they will be completely ruined.

"I almost faltered at the Wind Tribulation back then," Xie Ling also recalled, with much lingering fear.

The Wind Tribulation, especially during the early-stage Nascent Soul when qi and blood congregate, significantly lowers the body’s resistance elsewhere, making it easy to catch a cold or fever, or contract wind chill if one is not careful.

Lin Qinghong fell silent for a moment.

"I faced the Fire Tribulation... it was truly difficult to endure."

The Fire Tribulation is when virtual fire rises, causing mouth ulcers, throat pain, heated extremities, and frequent forgetfulness.

He almost became an imbecile at that time.

The three exchanged glances, realizing the good intentions of the Sect Leader.

Now releasing this disciple indicates that Zhang Ying must have already passed the early-stage Nascent Soul and advanced to a stable mid-stage.

"Thirty-five years old and at mid-stage Nascent Soul... truly Heaven favors our Great Dao..." Fang Zhiyun exhaled a long breath.

"If it weren’t for Brother Fang’s firm stance, we might have regretted it for millennia..." Xie Ling expressed gratitude.

She and Lin Qinghong almost expelled Zhang Ying from the Dao Palace. If they had done so, the Sect Leader would probably have slapped them right away.

At that time, whether they could keep their positions as Palace Masters would be uncertain.

Lin Qinghong and she exchanged glances, feeling a strong sense of fear, and then they both made a long bow to Fang Zhiyun.

"Thank you, Brother Fang, for saving us!"

"No need for this, you two!" Fang Zhiyun quickly stepped forward to support them.

"Moreover, this apology should not be directed at me, but rather at Nephew Zhang Ying." He said seriously.

Both Palace Masters nodded in agreement.

In their hearts, they resolved to find a way to compensate him later.

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In the small building filled with black and white portraits.

Zhang Rongfang changed into a pure white Daoist robe, wore the token given by the Chongxuan Daoist next to his skin, and put on a black flat band.

The so-called flat band is a black strip with a jade clasp.

The Daoist sect does not allow any disciple to enter the shrine without wearing a hair accessory, so generally, Daoists must wear a Daoist headband or crown.

Whether to choose a headband or a crown is a personal preference. Different sects and regions have their own customs.

The flat band is black because the Daoist sect is also called the Xuan Sect.

Xuan means black.

He entered the small building and went up to the third floor.

He immediately saw the elder Daoist, Yue Dewen, standing on one foot, eyes seemingly closed but not quite, as if practicing cultivation.

His movements were relaxed, hopping around like a white-feathered bird, awkward and comical.

Yet the expression on his face was extremely serious.

Zhang Rongfang waited by the side without making a sound.

He had great admiration for this elder Daoist, as even the Celestial Maiden couldn’t discern his true age and cultivation level.

But this elder Daoist could figure it out clearly in just over ten minutes.

No doubt, this Chongxuan is definitely a top-notch master.

Coupled with the fact that the Great Dao Teaching is definitely not as simple as it seems on the surface, he didn’t hesitate for a moment and immediately paid his respects.

In these times, in this world, there are too many strange and bizarre events.

Things like the Spiritual Veins and spirit worship appear very dangerous. At his current level, not finding a big tree for shade leaves him somewhat uneasy.

Zhang Rongfang always felt a sense of bewilderment about the world.

Whether it’s the Spirit Court or the secret sect, the Spiritual Veins of deity worship, and the Extreme Realm of humanity, all cast a sense of mystery and mist.

Therefore, he urgently wants to find a breakthrough to understand how to proceed in order to avoid those potential enormous pitfalls.

After about ten minutes.

Yue Dewen slowly retracted his fists and feet, stood on both feet, and opened his eyes.

Sigh~~

He let out a long breath, his large belly swaying back and forth, which was quite amusing.

"You’re here?"

"Yes, disciple Zhang Ying greets Master." Zhang Rongfang still felt a bit unfamiliar with this Chongxuan Daoist, so he made sure to be very courteous.

"Hmm. I’ve arranged everything for you. Due to your background and being a Spirit Emissary of the Golden Wing Pavilion, from now on, your identity will be as an undercover of our Great Dao Teaching within the Golden Wing Pavilion.

Do not be surprised. Anyway, with all your martial arts belonging to our sect, it’s clear that you don’t know the Golden Roc Secret Record of the Golden Wing Pavilion at all.

Moreover, your visit to the Celestial Treasure Palace is also to break through the Ninth Grade Talismanic Skill and step into the Super Grade, right?"

Zhang Rongfang’s mouth slightly opened, with tumultuous waves of shock in his heart, comparable to the time when his age was seen through.

"Master... how do you know... this well???! "

It’s the first time.

The first time he felt this kind of absolute, overwhelming transparency in front of a person.

Even the previous Celestial Maiden could not compare to this elder Daoist.

In an instant, the image of the Chongxuan Daoist in his heart began to elevate infinitely, becoming shrouded in mystery and wonder.