Cultivators Are So Weak in This World-Chapter 263 - 239 Sincerity Part 1

"Forget it, you’re just honest. If Ah Yi and Ah Er could understand this sooner, it wouldn’t have come to this..." Zhang Rongfang was not a sentimental person.

But thinking of this, he still felt a bit helpless.

"By the way, do you know, if Princess Yongxiang had all her limbs broken, could the royal family reconnect and recover them?"

"They can. There have been precedents before, but it should take time. Many precious medicines are potent, but no matter how potent, the healing speed of the human body is only that fast.

This injury will delay her for at least two years. There may also be lingering effects, and the martial arts future of Princess Yongxiang might be..." Chen Han shook his head.

The royal bloodline does not permit divine offerings, so this injury might really be difficult to handle.

"Interesting. This Princess Yongxiang is the daughter of King Zhending, one of the six kings of the Great Spirit. King Zhending dominates over three provinces with formidable strength.

In this situation, sending her to Citong to handle matters, yet providing such weak protective power... there’s a deep undercurrent here..."

Zhang Rongfang didn’t continue.

It now seems there is significant internal conflict within the royal family.

This Princess Yongxiang is likely a pawn sacrificed in the struggle between King Zhending and the Spirit Emperor.

"Daoist, please speak cautiously," Chen Han quickly warned.

"Alright, alright, I won’t say more." Zhang Rongfang simply bowed his head to eat, focusing on enjoying his favorite spicy tofu.

This time, I have to say, Taizhenzi was truly a godsend in this.

With this serious injury to Yongxiang, she should finally be a bit more restrained.

Of course, if Taizhenzi could have been more decisive and finished off Yongxiang, that would have been best.

This was Zhang Rongfang’s second contact with the royal family.

He had already noticed that the entire royal family probably behaved in this manner.

Lofty, viewing the world as pawns.

Of course, if Princess Qianye Ye Bai were similarly lofty, she was also clear about rewards and penalties, far better than this Princess Yongxiang.

"Then Daoist, how should we proceed next?" Chen Han asked.

"I came here in the name of safeguarding the teaching, stationed at the White Ten Sect, Rebel Sect. And to spread the teachings of my Great Dao Teaching," Zhang Rongfang replied.

"So, as long as we do our job well. The White Ten Sect shall be quiet after this incident. The Rebel Sect can’t accomplish anything anyway.

Our next task is to build a temple, recruit Daoists, and promote the teachings of our sect here."

In this process, it’s precisely the golden development period for himself.

Zhang Rongfang didn’t voice this thought.

Continue advancing the Golden Toad Skill while quickly seeking superior Hard Skill. Cultivation of Literature might be monitored by the Great Dao Teaching, so it must temporarily halt.

Next, it’s time to continuously accumulate and verify the results of the Eastern Sect experiments....

Zhang Rongfang was already prepared for a prolonged effort in Citong.

"Daoist truly doesn’t need to confront Princess Yongxiang directly. With your talents, patience will surely lead to a vast future.

You are likely to fulfill the great potential to become a Spirit General in the future...." Chen Han hesitated but finally spoke his mind.

"You are unlike us common people. Back then, I was stuck at the Fifth Realm of Inner Law for a long time and couldn’t break through, so I understood I had reached my limit. I finally chose to worship God."

"There are many people like us, Ah Yi, Ah Er, and many in the Celestial Treasure Palace, many super grades can only remain at External Medicine, few like me can reach Inner Law.

Very few can enter the Three Emptiness.... And Grandmasters are scarce. Setting up a stage requires not only personal strength but also support from connections.

There must be comrades who can shield you from challengers when not in peak condition, things beyond our reach..."

Zhang Rongfang’s expression grew solemn as he listened.

"This is the first time I’m hearing about Grandmasters. Actually... I’ve always wondered, don’t Spiritual Veins ever challenge these stages?"

"They do. Once a stage is set, it’s open for all," Chen Han nodded. "But generally, Grandmasters have filters, and many rely on support from their backing forces. Moreover, Grandmasters themselves receive support from the Spirit Court, so no one dares to play tricks under its watch.

As long as spirit guards like Spiritual Veins don’t dare to challenge, that’s enough. And Spirit Generals are completely out of the question. So this indirectly ensures relative fairness."

"So, if you can’t get Spirit Court support, there’s no way to become a Grandmaster?" Zhang Rongfang countered.

"Not exactly." Chen Han nodded, "Apart from this, there’s another kind of Grandmaster, usually called inner Grandmaster.

This type of Grandmaster arises from absolute brutal combat. Regardless of Spiritual Veins or ordinary martial artists, anyone stepping up must defeat them to claim victory.

And this type of Grandmaster far surpasses the usual level of the same rank, extremely rare. Some Grandmasters within secret sects are like this. So usually, those who can join secret sects and be revered as Grandmasters have strengths far beyond what people imagine."

"Like Taizhenzi?"

"Yes."

Zhang Rongfang took time to carefully process the information, believing Chen Han wouldn’t use publicly known information to deceive him.

For a while, he organized his thoughts and kept silent.

Seeing this, Chen Han also sat quietly beside him, resting with alertness.

The carriage proceeded without stopping, returning to the Far Star Residence.

Alighting from the vehicle, still on the mountain path, the two heard from the guards about Princess Yongxiang’s return.

Startled, Zhang Rongfang did not pause, continuing forward.

"Daoist, how should we handle this?" Chen Han expressed concern.

After all, the disguise earlier was quite superficial to anyone with some sense.

"It’s fine," Zhang Rongfang replied calmly. "I’m a Daoist of the Great Dao Teaching, born from the Celestial Treasure Palace, even if Yongxiang wants to target me, she can’t act recklessly.

She’s merely a commandery princess, not a royal princess, let alone the sovereign.

To make a move on me, she’d first have to face the obstacle of the Celestial Treasure Palace."

Chen Han felt somewhat reassured upon hearing this.

The two returned along the path from the foot of the mountain. They saw noticeably fewer guards than before.

Occasionally, the sounds of whipping and cries of pain resonated from mid-mountain.

Chen Han grew slightly tense. Although he grew up in the Great Dao Teaching from a young age and seemed experienced in martial arts and worship, his experiences weren’t very extensive.

Facing the royal bloodline directly, this is the first time.

Yet Zhang Rongfang remained completely still, his eyes calm, as he returned to his courtyard.

However, the more he didn’t wish for certain things to happen, the more they were bound to explode.

At this moment, Princess Yongxiang’s personal maid Yongchun, along with two strong men, had already blocked the courtyard gate.

"Lord Zhang, the Commandery Princess invites you." The plump maid’s face carried a hint of sarcasm, coldly staring at Zhang Rongfang and his companion.

"Please."

She extended her hand, pointing towards the large courtyard where Yongxiang resided.

Zhang Rongfang glanced at her, a multitude of thoughts flashing through his mind.

"Let’s go." He slightly tilted his head, speaking to Chen Han behind him.

"Okay."

Chen Han’s eyes showed a trace of worry. He subtly closed the distance between himself and Zhang Rongfang.

Ready to intervene at any moment.

Under Yongchun’s guidance, the two quickly passed through a section of mountain road, arriving at a much larger courtyard.

After being checked by the guards, the gate was opened.

The three pushed the door open and entered, bypassing the main hall, taking the left path towards the depths of the corridor.

From the corridor, they walked inwards, reaching the edge of a small lake.

The lake wasn’t large, it was a perfect circle with a diameter of over twenty meters, its surface covered with some green duckweed.

Princess Yongxiang stood within a pavilion by the lakeside.

Her expression was grim; she wore a newly changed white gown with gold trims, coldly staring at several men being whipped before her.

Zhang Rongfang recognized those men; they were the skilled individuals who pretended to faint during the previous siege of the chapel.

At this point, their backs were exposed, lashed with the whip until their flesh was mangled—who knows how long they had been whipped.

"Commandery Princess, Zhang Ying, Lord Zhang has arrived." A maid ran forward, whispering beside Yongxiang.

Only then did Yongxiang shift her eyes to this side.

Before Zhang Rongfang could walk into the pavilion via the corridor, her gaze turned even darker.

"Zhang Ying, your courage is impressive!"

Zhang Rongfang stepped forward into the pavilion, his gaze focusing on Yongxiang’s hands and feet.

He noticed that they seemed to be fixed with some kind of object, vaguely revealing metallic splints.

"May I ask what the Commandery Princess means?" He clasped his fist, speaking earnestly.

"Do you think yourself clever?" Yongxiang’s face showed ridicule, "Do you think just because you are the Daoist of the Great Dao Teaching, disciple of the Celestial Treasure Palace, I wouldn’t dare to harm you?"

Zhang Rongfang’s indifferent expression slowly settled.

"This official does not understand what the Commandery Princess is talking about?"

"Do you think Taizhenzi will end well?"

Yongxiang’s face gradually reddened.

"Do you think I wouldn’t see through your deliberate negligence!?"

"The Commandery Princess overstates." Zhang Rongfang said sternly. "I went forward for the Commandery Princess, almost got ambushed and seriously injured, fainting on the spot."

"Hehehe... do you really think I wouldn’t dare to do anything to you?" Yongxiang sneered.

"This official wouldn’t dare; I’m uncertain of my mistake." Zhang Rongfang certainly wouldn’t admit his previous negligence.

"Unsure of the mistake?" Yongxiang’s voice gradually softened.

"Huh... If you people had fought to protect me then, how could this Commandery Princess possibly end up in this situation!?" Yongxiang’s voice suddenly grew louder.

"It’s all your fault!! You idiots!! Useless!! Useless!!!"

She raised her hand high.

"I don’t dare kill you, but I’m daring enough to cripple you!! Lei’an, break his limbs for me!! Cripple him!!!"

Her voice became high-pitched, her eyes filled with bloodshot veins.

Swish!!

In an instant, two figures lunged from the side and rear.

Both reached out towards Zhang Rongfang.

"Daoist, watch out!!" Chen Han immediately intervened, blocking in front of Zhang Rongfang.

Bam!

He clashed with one of them, evenly matched.

But the other’s short knife was already hacking fiercely towards Zhang Rongfang’s right arm.

Without much thought, Chen Han side-kicked, using his left leg to block the short knife.

Puff!!

The blade was clearly no ordinary weapon, effortlessly slicing a huge gap in his right leg, revealing the flowing silver lines inside.

Zhang Rongfang stood still, unmoving.

Even with Chen Han’s intervention blocking the two, he remained motionless.

Bam!

Within the large gap in Chen Han’s leg, the silver lines rapidly surged, ready to heal.

Suddenly, among the two who struck, one quickly reached out, pressing against the wound, forcibly grabbing the surging silver lines.

Chen Han, initially only leg injured without much reaction, at this point was held by one and blocked by the other.

He grimaced in pain, changing his expression drastically, screaming out miserably.