Zhang San, please behave yourself!
Chapter 110 - It’s Him!

Chapter 110: Chapter 110 - It’s Him!

Ma Lingyao, who was reheating the dishes, saw Pharaoh return and immediately asked, "How did it go?"

Speaking, Ma Lingyao leaned in close to Pharaoh and whispered, "My apprentice isn’t bad, right? I’ve thought it over; even if he doesn’t want to become my disciple, I’ll impart all my skills to him. It doesn’t matter if we’re just student and teacher, as long as my abilities can be passed on..."

"Pass what on!"

Pharaoh almost shouted in anger, startling Ma Lingyao.

"What’s wrong? Is there something not good about Zhang San? Is it his character? Or are there problems with his lifestyle?"

At this moment, Pharaoh was still angry and simply gave his assessment, "Nothing but demon talk; utterly unfilial!"

Ma Lingyao had seen Pharaoh get angry before. When the two first met, he had seen Pharaoh enraged because one of his disciples had broken the law.

But he had never seen Pharaoh this angry.

Seeing Pharaoh heading inside the house, Ma Lingyao immediately shouted, "Don’t go in yet, have something to eat before you enter."

"I’m not eating!"

The furious Pharaoh kicked the door, which should have opened outward, to shatters and stepped into the house.

Ma Lingyao helplessly watched the door break yet again.

I shouldn’t live in a house with doors!

Seeing his old friend not eating, Ma Lingyao also lost interest in reheating the dishes.

Compared to hunger, he was actually more tired.

After all, since waking up yesterday morning, he had hardly slept at all. The excitement of discovering Zhang San’s learning talent and the thought of taking him as a disciple kept him awake, but now he was feeling sleepy.

So, the two old men returned to their room.

One rested on the bed at this end of the room, the other on a bed at the other end.

However, as soon as Ma Lingyao lay down, he couldn’t help but think about what to teach Zhang San.

Woodcraft making, which Zhang San was very talented in, could be taught.

Zhang San had also asked about the Wooden Seal, clearly interested in that area as well.

In this regard, although he was not very skilled himself, he had some knowledge and it seemed he could impart something to Zhang San.

The Earth Fire Forging Technique, he wondered if Zhang San would be interested.

If possible...

Thinking this over, Ma Lingyao grew excited and tossed and turned in bed, despite being very sleepy, finding himself unable to sleep.

On the other side of the room, Pharaoh was also tossing and turning in his bed.

The things Zhang San said earlier were too much of the Demon Path!

It was downright rebellious!

But... setting aside the Emperor, it seemed quite reasonable.

Over the years, Legalism controlled the Ministry of Punishment and administered the world’s punishments. Many people were led step by step into the abyss of crime right from the public court.

Should power really be constrained?

If the Legalist officials were like this, then what about the one high above...

At this thought, Pharaoh started to feel a chill.

Because he realized that according to Zhang San’s reasoning, that theory of equality for all actually made sense.

The judiciary was established from the beginning for the sake of fairness; and because of fairness, many wrongful, false, and mistaken cases were avoided, as was much of the abuse of power and oppression of the good.

Wrong, wrong, wrong...

Pharaoh began to shake his head and then turned over.

Because according to what Zhang San had said, the management of the country was not to be top-down but...

Governed by law?

Pharaoh was actually contemplating how he could shatter Zhang San’s demonic ideas, but the more he thought about it, the more it seemed to make sense.

This made Pharaoh turn over again in frustration.

Thump—

Ma Lingyao, who was feeling excited, heard the noise in the room and looked up.

"Why did you fall to the floor?"

"Your bed is too small."

"Nonsense, my bed can fit me plus two beautiful girls... cough cough... I’m just giving an example."

Pharaoh climbed up from the floor, dusting off his clothes, and returned to his bed to continue tossing and turning.

This night was destined to be sleepless.

Of course, those tormented sleepless weren’t just the two poor old men who had been vexed by Zhang San but also included a middle-aged martial artist who had just prepared to lie down by a campfire outdoors.

His name was Fang Cunzai, and at that moment he was staring at the notch on the horizontal blade in his hand, his face full of worry.

Ever since he’d furiously slain over a thousand bandits, he’d been pursued by the ignorant Martial Artists of the Chuan-Yu Road’s northwest region.

The reason he called them ignorant was that they neither believed he was a warrior from the Town Martial Office nor did they have the means to discern the actual strength of his Realm.

I, a proud Military Chief of the Town Martial Office, a Ninth Grade official, killed over thirty ambushing Martial Artists in one day, three-quarters of whom were merely in the Primordial Qi Realm.

Dealing with them was easy, but the hard part was that no matter whether I was eating, drinking, or even peeing, someone would always suddenly spring out from some hidden corner to strike at me—how uncomfortable that was!

It’s one thing to come at my head, but some of them even dared to strike at my other "head"!

That was just too much!

Thankfully, by evening, Fang Cunzai left one alive and finally understood that someone had impersonated him a day earlier, beaten up seventeen gangs of bandits, and even stolen their belongings.

There’s no way Ling could have done this; Wei might have used a disguise but he would disdain such actions; Xu was still injured, awaiting treatment...

Therefore, it must have been that damn hateful, shameless Zhang San!

Just thinking of this guy made Fang Cunzai’s teeth itch with rage.

Because of that kid, I haven’t had a good night’s sleep these past few days.

If I find him, I’ll go up and... one swipe of my blade...

Whoosh—

As Fang Cunzai was thinking, he suddenly swung the horizontal blade in his hand and with a thunk impaled the body of a Primordial Qi Realm Martial Artist who had been sneaking up behind him.

"I just want to sleep—"

Fang Cunzai let out a bloodthirsty roar.

A Female Warrior, who had been planning to ambush him later, was so frightened by the roar that she clenched her legs and quietly slipped away.

...

Throughout the sleepless night, only Zhang San slept soundly.

He even dreamed that a three-eyed old man passed on the Evil-Banishing Eye Seal Spell to him.

It was another dream of eight years, another period of skill cultivation.

And this time, Zhang San had learned a different way to cast the Evil-Banishing Eye Seal Spell from Teacher Ma, one that he could use even without a third eye, potentially making the Technique even stronger.

Waking up in the morning, Zhang San wanted to share this method with Xu to have him try it.

But just as Zhang San stepped out of his room, he saw Xu rushing out, his eyes wreathed in black smoke.

"Xu, use the Evil-Banishing..."

Zhang San’s words were cut short as a third eye suddenly opened on Xu’s forehead, shooting a black light straight at him.

With a bang, Zhang San was slammed against the courtyard wall, startling the two old men next door who had not slept well that night.

Ling and Wei rushed out hearing the commotion to intervene.

However, even with their combined strength, it was very difficult to subdue Xu.

This outburst was more intense than any of Xu’s previous ones.

It was likely because the Wronged Souls within Xu realized he had found a way to Refine them and thus were desperately fighting back.

After struggling all night, Xu had already expended too much energy, and just as he let his guard down in the early morning, the Wronged Souls saw their chance.

Seeing the dire situation, Zhang San pulled himself up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and cast the Ghost Summoning Method, directly suppressing Xu as if he were an Evil Ghost.

After all, many among the Wronged Souls were heavy with sins.

Sure enough, as Zhang San’s Techniques unfolded, the Wronged Souls inside Xu gradually began to be subdued.

Ma Lingyao watched Zhang San’s young but stalwart figure taking on everything head-on and couldn’t help but be moved; yes, this was the responsible and talented successor he had always wanted.

Whether he formally became his disciple or not, this young man was the inheritor of his life’s Unique Skill!

Meanwhile, the Pharaoh, watching the Techniques Zhang San used, finally remembered—this was none other than the long-lost Ghost Summoning Method of Legalism!

A Technique that rendered judgment on Ghosts and Gods with the power of the Techniques, thereby enlisting the Ghosts and Gods.

He never expected that Zhang San would be a person fated to become part of their Legalist sect!

The Legalist sect is currently complacent in their ways, unable to advance or retreat; the only way to rejuvenate the sect is to institute reforms!

Perhaps... I should choose him as my successor?

Let him be the reformer of the Legalist sect?

With that thought in mind, every time the Pharaoh looked at Zhang San, he seemed perfect for the role.

Young, intelligent, powerful, and even handsome.

Hmm... he even bears a striking resemblance to me, his future master.

It’s decided then, he’s the one!