Cultivators Are So Weak in This World

Chapter 557: Devotion 6

Zhang Rongfang pondered for a moment.

"Have you followed the attackers?"

"We did, and captured two of them. Their martial arts are extremely mysterious; if you’re not careful, they escape. One of the captured mysteriously died suddenly. Now only one remains." The Daoist replied.

"Where is he? Bring him over to take a look." Zhang Rongfang wanted to see what kind of people attacked his sister.

He sharply sensed that his sister seemed to be in some kind of troublesome situation.

These people truly seemed fearless; they had attacked three times and dared to send people continuously.

The Daoist swiftly departed, and soon, two Daoists from the temple escorted a man onto the stage.

These Daoists were originally members of the Rebel Sect, all ruthless and filled with hatred, having already sacrificed too much to fight against the Spirit Court, showing no mercy.

It was evident that the Daoists used many methods to interrogate this man.

When this man was brought before Zhang Rongfang, there were hardly any intact parts left on his skin.

He lay on a stretcher, bloodied and mangled, with only a pair of eyes full of hatred staring at Zhang Rongfang.

"Tell me, your identity, background. Why did you attack Mu Chi Prefecture?"

"Just kill me. Since I’ve been caught, it means my skills are inadequate; it’s my fate, just a death, nothing significant." The man was defiant, his eyes closed, speaking no more.

"Master of the temple, this person should be a privately raised child of some noble family." A Daoist from the Human Immortal Temple whispered softly.

A privately raised child is essentially a brainwashed death warrior.

They are indoctrinated and brainwashed, putting everything on the line for the rise and fall of their master’s household.

This is a complete distortion of values. Such people have an extremely high level of loyalty.

Zhang Rongfang carefully examined the man and waved his hand, "Take him away; give him a dignified death for his loyalty."

The man’s blood energy was already forming into a red line in Zhang Rongfang’s eyes. If he encountered someone practicing similar martial arts again, just from smelling their blood energy, he could discern their martial arts type.

This was one of the uses of his super sense of smell. As long as he could smell the blood energy, he could quickly identify common points and deduce judgments.

"Yes." The Daoist bowed his head.

"Master of the temple, no more interrogation?" Another Daoist asked softly.

"No need, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future...." Zhang Rongfang replied calmly.

He initially thought life would continue to be peaceful and calm as before, but unexpectedly, his sister seemed to be repeatedly drawn into troublesome incidents.

’Let’s take it slow; investigating clues also serves as a way to spice up life at the moment.’

Although he thought so, he began going out less, often staying near Mu Chi Prefecture, watching over the situation to ensure there was no danger.

This kind of life lasted for more than half a month, and no new troubles appeared. Gradually, Zhang Rongfang began to let someone else patrol on his behalf, returning to his normal routine.

Daily, he would play games with stone gods, deceive children, feign treating people, and then listen to his sister chatter about her husband and nephew.

Life gradually returned to tranquility.

However, while Zhang Rongfang was still waiting for the attackers to make another move, another event found him unexpectedly.

An invitation from the Celestial Maiden of the Reverse Society was delivered to him.

He was invited to attend a treasure banquet held for farming nearby. Although called a banquet, it was actually a networking gathering for fundraising.

If it were someone else, Zhang Rongfang might have declined, but since the invitation was hand-written by the Celestial Maiden, he decided to attend, slightly preparing for it.

Apart from face value, he also wanted to inquire about the background of those who attacked his sister from the Reverse Society.

The banquet’s venue was set in a stone fortress outside Wushan Prefecture city.

The stone fortress was named Yuanhe Castle, originally left by a noble family that was slaughtered by bandits. It had been slightly modified and became the venue for the Righteous Alliance’s Reverse Society banquet.

In the afternoon, Zhang Rongfang tidied up his attire, changed clothes, and headed to Yuanhe Castle.

As dusk fell, walking along the official road near Yuanhe Castle, he unexpectedly discovered that quite a few people had been invited this time.

There were many ox carts and carriages parked in front of the fortress gate, indicating that the Reverse Society’s invitation extended beyond just martial artists.

With his life attributes developed, Zhang Rongfang’s height had become much more condensed and compact, now standing only slightly over one meter eighty, ranking slightly above average among many people.

Among martial artists, he was considered ordinary. Walking on the official road, he was not noticeable at all.

Handing in the invitation at the main gate, he was guided inside.

Inside the stone fortress was a spacious martial arts arena. The arena had been temporarily modified, with many large tents set up to shield the possible rain.

At this moment, many invited guests were either standing or sitting under these tents, relaxing and chatting, awaiting the start of the banquet.

"Please wait here, the Celestial Maiden will arrive shortly to meet you."

The guide, also a martial artist, walked briskly, respectfully advising Zhang Rongfang at the destination.

Clearly, the person knew some background.

Zhang Rongfang closely followed, already at the edge of the arena.

"Alright."

He nodded slightly, realizing that this banquet was hosted by the Reverse Society. He looked over at the crowd under the large tents.

Most of these people were ordinary people, not a single martial artist. Yet, there were many martial artist bodyguards accompanying them, engaging in boastful chatter and idle talk in groups, all smiling brightly.

The previous calamity in their place seems to have left no aftereffects at all.

Just as Zhang Rongfang was scanning the surroundings, his gaze suddenly froze, spotting a familiar figure in the crowd.

Lu Meisha had been feeling down these past days. She didn’t know what was wrong, but ever since that day, she hadn’t been in a good mood.

Today, her best friend pulled her along to attend a banquet, claiming it would be a great opportunity to meet many excellent individuals. Holding onto the hope of cheering herself up, she decided to come.

"Meisha, this invitation was really hard to get. Could you at least smile a bit? Stop sulking," her friend Han Lusi said helplessly.

After much effort to get the invitation, her friend didn’t appreciate it at all and just dressed up casually to come.

"This banquet is completely different from the previous ones. The host is not an ordinary person, even the wife of the Wushan Prefecture governor attended once. The young talents invited here are quite something. If you’re interested, you’ll be dazzled by the choices!" Han Lusi had much lower standards in choosing a future husband as she wasn’t from a Spirit People noble family like Lu Meisha.

Lu Meisha remained indifferent. After witnessing the many elite talents of the Great Capital and Upper Capital, comparing this place only made her feel it was entirely unimpressive.

But....

Suddenly, her eyes locked onto a certain edge of the venue.

’Zhang Rongfang!!?’

’What’s he doing here!? Isn’t he supposed to be at his medical clinic every day?’

Lu Meisha stared in a daze at Zhang Rongfang standing by the venue’s edge, momentarily lost for words.

Suddenly, the reason struck her mind.

’That’s it.... He must have realized I haven’t been looking for him these days, and then found out about this banquet and came here to find me....’

’That’s right... Because why else would he coincidentally be here at the same time as me attending this banquet?’

She believed firmly that while there might be one coincidence in this world, there could never be two consecutive ones.

Because such coincidences aren’t just mere coincidences; they are intentional.

’He came here especially for me... to this noisy place that he doesn’t even like?’... Lu Meisha felt a surge of emotion in her heart.

Immediately, ignoring Han Lusi’s chatter, she took the initiative to walk toward Zhang Rongfang.

The two quickly drew closer.

As one of the guest’s prominently noticed, an unmarried lady of exceptional looks and background.

There actually weren’t few people paying attention to Lu Meisha.

Now seeing her actively walking towards a man, many turned their attention to Zhang Rongfang.

"What a coincidence... you’re here too?" Lu Meisha smiled as she tidied her hair, speaking up.

The previous gloom vanished instantly at seeing him.

"Yes, someone invited me," Zhang Rongfang replied.

Lu Meisha smiled but did not expose his little lie. This banquet’s high level made obtaining an invitation difficult, especially considering he hadn’t likely relied on family connections but on himself.

She knew very well that the house only received three invitations, each name written correspondingly, non-transferable.

And although Zhang Rongfang was a high-grade Martial Artist, possibly receiving an invitation, his narrow connections and disinterest in such places made his statement merely about saving face.

Which made it even more precious.

Going to such lengths just to ’meet by chance’ with her here...

For a moment, she felt she might have misunderstood Zhang Rongfang, that he could genuinely have a fiery passion beneath his cool demeanor.

Zhang Rongfang was also slightly speechless, wondering why he kept encountering this person everywhere.

He had originally planned to sit down and wait for the Celestial Maiden, but ended up bumping into Lu Meisha who was also at the banquet.

However, knowing the Celestial Maiden would arrive soon, he restrained his dullness and engaged in some idle chatter with Lu Meisha.

He was well aware, although this time the Rebel Sect approached him under the Celestial Maiden’s name, fundamentally, it’s about the Extreme Realm Bloodline he had created earlier, which needed practical testing.

Next, they might discuss whether to mass-produce bloodlines or convert most of the Extreme Realms into bloodlines, depending on what the Rebel Sect intended.

"By the way, I have a question I’d like you to answer seriously?" Lu Meisha suddenly assumed a serious expression.

"What is it?" Zhang Rongfang asked in return.

"It’s just... what’s so good about me?" Lu Meisha’s cheeks turned slightly red.

"What’s good about you?" Zhang Rongfang was stuck.... He looked Lu Meisha up and down.

Honestly not seeing it, besides a pretty face, what else was good?

This was just....

How thick-skinned must one be to ask such a question?

"It’s okay, if it’s embarrassing, just casually say something, I won’t blame you," Lu Meisha said generously.

At this moment, her friend Han Lusi also came over, carefully examining Zhang Rongfang, who caused her friend’s unusual behavior.

She seemed to have figured out something too.

"...." Zhang Rongfang looked at the two, baffled, wondering what she meant? Was this reverse psychology?

Besides, he really didn’t want to talk to her at all, just stayed quietly beside hoping not to draw attention, waiting for the Celestial Maiden to arrive.

Unexpectedly, this woman came eagerly to strike up a conversation.