Cultivators Are So Weak in This World

Chapter 544 - 511 Leisure 1

May 29th, night, ten forty-five.

Inside Mu Chi Mansion.

Zhang Rongfang, Suda Heqi, Lu Meisha, along with several other servants and managers of the mansion, gathered together, waiting for any sound from the maternity room in the backyard.

"Xiaoyu has always been in good health, the pharmacist has checked many times and said there’s no problem. Qi and Blood are well, both the adult and the child are fine. There’s definitely no issue," Suda Heqi said with a low laugh.

But there was a slight tension in his smile.

He glanced at Zhang Rongfang beside him.

"Brother Rongfang, I’ve heard you’re planning to settle down at Wushan Prefecture and not leaving?" He tried to shift the topic to relieve his anxiety.

"Yes... I’ve left the Great Dao Teaching and am no longer a Daoist," Zhang Rongfang said gently, "I’ve learned some medical skills within the teaching, and I plan to open a clinic in the city."

"You are now also a master of high rank; why not open a martial arts hall instead of a clinic?" Suda Heqi asked in confusion.

"Actually, the clinic is also a way to make a living in the future. As for money, I’ve earned enough. But everyone needs some kind of anchor, something to do. A martial arts hall would be too busy, whereas a clinic might see a few people each day—wouldn’t it be more leisurely?"

Zhang Rongfang smiled, as this was genuinely what he thought.

Nowadays, Yue Shi is the number one in the world, and recently, his intelligence network frequently reports on Yue Dewen subjugating, eliminating, and resolving various people. Such news.

The entire Great Spirit religious system is being completely dominated by the five major sects led by the Great Dao Teaching.

Currently, no one cares about the matters of the Human Immortal Temple.

Zhang Rongfang accumulates attributes daily, while truly planning to enjoy life and time.

A month has passed, and he gained another thirty points. This time, he plans to try advancing the Grandmaster realm, to see what level he can reach.

"One lives a lifetime, and many times, aren’t we living for the present? Wealth, leisure, fearlessness, and clarity, you are without lacking," Suda Heqi sighed.

Zhang Rongfang chuckled lightly, about to speak, when suddenly he was startled, glancing towards the inner room.

With a few light snaps, resembling the sounds of patting a baby, soon, a faint cry pierced through the barriers and reached everyone present.

The cry grew louder and more intense.

"Congratulations, madam! It’s a boy!" The midwife’s voice congratulated with laughter.

Suda Heqi’s clenched fist relaxed instantly. He rushed inside in a few steps, wearing a deep expression of joy and complete relaxation after the tension.

Standing behind him, Zhang Rongfang watched this scene with hands behind his back, and suddenly felt a growing calm in his heart.

He could sense that both the adult and the child in the inner room were safe and sound, and that’s all that mattered.

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His sister’s son was named Huanqing, with the Spiritual People’s name being Dura Huanqing Mu Chi. Additionally, there’s a Barbarian name, Zhang Huanqing.

Then, the entire mansion began a constant flow of guests coming and going, with endless gifts being sent in.

For three consecutive days, there was joyous laughter, continuous celebrations, softening the previous chaos and grief brought by the red scarf bandits.

On the first day, Zhang Rongfang helped entertain the guests, then began tinkering with his own clinic.

Now, everything has settled, and people always need to live.

Additionally, Tong Yuan’s life extension must also commence. Leveling up takes time. Investigating the true nature of gods and Buddhas for future preparation must also begin.

Mysteriously acquired three divine and Buddhist marks, Zhang Rongfang must figure out the reasons; he cannot remain confused without addressing anything.

It’s worth noting that these images, although they helped him considerably, are eventually external things that appeared on his body.

Without understanding them, Zhang Rongfang himself is uneasy.

On matters concerning gods and Buddhas, none know better than the Reversal Society.

Thus, while arranging for people to purchase houses and renovate the clinic, his top priority was to approach individuals from the Reversal Society.

Under the dim yellow sunset light.

Ran Xinyue sat by the table, playing with a white little clock in the style of the setting sun.

The clock is as long as an arm, placed on the wooden table, with the pendulum making rhythmic ticking sounds.

By the open door, Zhang Rongfang stepped inside, and immediately noticed the white clock.

"You know what I’m here for?" He asked in surprise.

"Guess a bit," Ran Xinyue replied, standing up and gesturing for him to sit.

"When you settled in the Wish Girl Gorge, we suspected that you must have connections with the Residual God of the Wish Girl. Only, what we couldn’t figure out was why after you were clearly scavenging and slaughtering the Wish Girl’s believers everywhere, the Wish Girl was still willing to shelter your forces?"

"I can’t elaborate on the reasons, but this time, I’m here to inquire more about the intelligence on gods and Buddhas," Zhang Rongfang sat down earnestly.

"Previously, due to tight schedules and numerous tasks, I now finally have the leisure to tackle these matters."

"Gods and Buddhas... we didn’t have much contact, although we did obtain a lot of intelligence, still we can’t just hand it to you freely. You must know that many of these insights required significant sacrifices on our part to acquire," Ran Xinyue said with seriousness.

"What are the terms?"

"Depends on which aspect of gods and Buddhas you wish to know?"

Zhang Rongfang paused in silence.

"Mode of existence."

He already knew how to make a god or buddha completely forgotten. But for such beings, why do they leave marks on him, what are the purposes of these marks, and how to remove them — all these were unclear.

"Some say they exist within human hearts. Others say the place they reside is called the Void. No one can physically enter there; only in dreams or hallucinations can you approach it," replied Ran Xinyue.

"I was by Yue Dewen’s side for decades and never saw him go to the Void. Mostly, he would pray and worship in front of statues. Then he would receive divine messages."

"Can those who have seen the true form of gods and buddhas free themselves on their own? As long as they are not forgotten, they can exist forever. Is there any way to completely forget them?" Zhang Rongfang asked again.

"Of course, there’s the Extreme Realm," Ran Xinyue laughed. "Otherwise, why do you think the aftereffects of reaching such a realm often involve forgetting? Or do you really believe those are natural side effects?"

Zhang Rongfang suddenly felt a jolt in his heart. After a moment of silence, he continued,

"What about apart from the Extreme Realm?"

"I don’t know, however..." Clearly realizing that the notion of having seen the true form of gods referred to Zhang Rongfang himself, Ran Xinyue continued.

"However, gods and buddhas belong to different categories. Some are communicable; you could strive to study them carefully. Find a weaker Residual God to test a little — given your current strength level, a cautious probing wouldn’t be a big issue.

If you can figure out why the true form of gods remains in the human heart and thereby perpetuates, maybe you can find a solution."

Zhang Rongfang slowly nodded.

"I thought about this long ago, no need for you to tell me."

"..." Ran Xinyue was left without words, feeling like this guy’s skin was getting thicker.

"Moreover, what consequences would a conflict between gods and buddhas lead to? Do you know?" Zhang Rongfang asked again.

"Between gods, they can devour each other. Some gods hide after being severely wounded to prevent themselves from being devoured. The Void positions of each god are not the same, so they generally don’t clash," Ran Xinyue explained.

"So, the Voids aren’t connected?" Zhang Rongfang countered.

"I don’t know," Ran Xinyue shook her head, "I’m just an ordinary worshiper, just a Spiritual Veins; not like you big shots. I don’t know much."

Zhang Rongfang pondered for a moment, feeling like this person was becoming less and less useful.

"Alright, then. I’ll be going now." He stood up immediately.

"...." Ran Xinyue was speechless. This was too practical...

"By the way, do you know any nearby Residual Gods?" Zhang Rongfang turned his head at the door to ask.

"To the east is an abandoned town; two hundred years ago, there was a Yu Feng God there, but later it was eradicated for various reasons. You can check it out.

There are actually quite a few Residual Gods in the Great Spirit realm since there are far more losers than victors.

There used to be many forgotten ones, with their true forms buried deep underground, unknown to all. Why do you ask this? Don’t tell me.... you’re planning to...!?" Suddenly Ran Xinyue widened her eyes.

"No worries, just planning to take a look." Zhang Rongfang smiled slightly and turned to leave.

"Wait!" Ran Xinyue stood up and chased after him, but he was already nowhere to be seen.

At the current level, the gap in strength between the two had become extremely apparent.

"This guy... could he be planning...!?" Ran Xinyue thought of that possible speculation, and her heart suddenly grew alarmed.

She immediately went out to inform the upper echelons of the organization.

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Mountain People’s Clinic.

In a corner of Wushan Prefecture City, a modest clinic with traditional decor quietly opened its doors.

The clinic wasn’t large, occupying just two adjacent store spaces, with only one pharmacist in charge. The assistants were just a couple of decent local kids, both around eleven or twelve years old, one boy and one girl, hired to greet guests.

At the beginning of June.

The clinic hung up its freshly made sign. The four characters of Mountain People’s Clinic were written with ease and natural grace, not sloppy or pretentiously elegant, simply upright and composed, with a sense of calm and order in the strokes.

Zhang Rongfang declined the congratulations from his sister and her husband, simply opening the doors, and two medicine boys placed a wooden board at the entrance, detailing the ailments that could be treated, prices, and working hours.

He himself meditated inside the clinic, adjusting his body.

Saying he was adjusting his body and meditating, in reality, he was focusing on his Child’s Wishing Ability, occasionally possessing himself with it to seek out children’s wishes.

Releasing a heap of puppets, and after carefully observing them, he would choose one to transform into his own puppet.

His goal was to find some easy child wishes and quickly transform them into Blue Butterflies.

After all, children’s minds change quickly, and some wishes are utterly impossible to achieve. If he were to bind a child like last time, with a puppet discovered, it would be directly interrupted.

This time, Zhang Rongfang learned from experience.

"Sir, the door’s open, but not many outside can read, and we can’t understand it either; we can’t recite it for people..."

The two medicine boys, one called Xiaodong, the other Xiaoxia, both were from poor families and lost their parents in previous upheavals, left alone, they joined the clinic, asking for no wages, just shelter and food while learning.

"It’s fine, I’ll teach you one word at a time later. For now, memorize the content and just shout it out there," Zhang Rongfang responded without opening his eyes, sitting cross-legged.

"Yes." Xiaoxia quickly nodded and left.

She hadn’t been gone long when a familiar voice came from outside.

"Where’s your pharmacist boss? How come only the two of you are lounging outside?"