Zhang San, please behave yourself!
Chapter 112 - 111: Save Me, Please! (Subscribe)

Chapter 112: Chapter 111: Save Me, Please! (Subscribe)

After Zhang San helped Xu suppress the Wronged Souls within his body, Xu finally regained control of his body. Wei hurriedly helped Xu into the house.

Meanwhile, Ma Lingyao called out to Zhang San, asking him to come to his courtyard.

"Teacher, what’s the matter? What would you like for breakfast? I will prepare it for you."

Ma Lingyao smiled happily. Such a good student!

"No need, breakfast will be delivered later."

As Ma Lingyao spoke, he turned his head to glance at Pharaoh.

He knew that with Pharaoh’s current status, he could not possibly come by himself. How could a leader of Legalism not bring a few people to take care of him?

"You call me teacher, but what I taught you yesterday was a Secret Technique to save your predecessor from Town Martial Office, not for yourself. Since I have some free time today, I’ll teach you something about Woodcraft Making."

Speaking, Ma picked up some door panels that the little ghosts had disassembled and brought back to the courtyard yesterday—panels unsuitable for his own house’s main door—and began to cut the wood on the panels.

"Do you know the structure of a falcon’s eye?"

"I have some understanding."

"Being my student, a little understanding won’t do! Come, let me show you. This kind is called the dovetail style..."

Ma Lingyao explained as he demonstrated to Zhang San.

However, after Ma Lingyao mentioned a name, before he could replicate the structure with the wood in his hands, Zhang San on the side had already made the structure with his own piece of wood.

After several instances, Ma Lingyao realized Zhang San had some basics and stopped explaining basic structures, moving on to deeper theories instead.

Ma Lingyao found that Zhang San had a very solid foundation in Woodcraft Making.

It was just that Zhang San’s knowledge was somewhat limited and his understanding of many high-end techniques was limited.

At the same time, he was not quite grasping some concepts.

But that was okay; the fact that Zhang San’s understanding was lacking was precisely why he, as a teacher, was needed.

The more Ma Lingyao taught, the happier and more excited he became, because he found that Zhang San’s talent for Woodcraft Making was by no means weaker than his own.

He was truly a natural-born prodigy!

However, Ma Lingyao was constantly on guard against Pharaoh nearby.

Just last night, this old man had spoken ill of his student, so he had to be careful not to let him suddenly say something that would affect his most valued student’s impression of him.

As for Pharaoh, he just watched silently, not saying anything.

Eventually, Ma Lingyao realized that in less than a day, he had almost passed on everything he knew about Woodcraft Making to Zhang San.

From Zhang San’s feedback, it was clear he was not fully proficient yet, but he had basically mastered it.

It would take an ordinary person ten or eight years to learn these things, but Zhang San had done it in just one day.

He was indeed a divine being!

No, as a teacher, one must appear sufficiently impressive!

With that in mind, Ma Lingyao tapped his belt and pulled out a circular object resembling a rotating bookshelf.

"This object is..."

Ma Lingyao paused midway, glanced at Pharaoh to ensure he wouldn’t interrupt, and then continued, "It’s my life’s cherished collection, containing all the valuable blueprints for Woodcraft Making, as well as some insights into Woodcraft Making. Take it and study it well. It will greatly enhance and help your strength, understand?"

Zhang San knew as soon as he saw the various bamboo slips, animal furs, scroll texts, paper notes, and so on, that this must be the accumulation of his teacher’s lifetime in the field of Woodcraft Making.

"Thank you, Master. This item is too precious, I really shouldn’t..."

"Accept it, it’s just a trinket. Do you think Woodcraft Making will be of any use when you’re fighting others? It won’t."

Ma Lingyao never expected that at the end of his day’s teaching, Pharaoh would come to undercut him.

Little did he know, Pharaoh had been waiting nearby for a long time, just waiting for Ma Lingyao to give this most important and valuable thing to Zhang San. In Pharaoh’s view, Zhang San was going to become his disciple.

It was profitable, whatever others gave, as it ended up with his own disciple.

Now, it was time to make a move.

"Zhang San, think about it, what use is Woodcraft Making for you? I ask you, when you face an enemy, can you do a carpenter’s job on the spot? No time for that. Better to shout a command."

Zhang San, confused, stowed away the object Ma Lingyao had given him and curiously asked, "Shout a command?"

"Exactly, just look at that patch of dark clouds in the east."

Zhang San followed Pharaoh’s direction and indeed saw a clump of dark clouds drifting slowly in the eastern sky.

Pharaoh took a deep breath and bellowed at the sky, "Subside!"

In an instant, the distant clouds burst apart, and a heavy downpour ensued.

Between the layers of clouds, thunder rumbled across the sky, intertwining and resounding.

And beneath that layer of dark clouds, Fang Cunzai, who had been enjoying the cool breeze and took the opportunity to roast a bamboo rat, was on the verge of tears.

How did that saying go again?

Unlucky enough to bump into a cheap girl, utterly out of luck!

Zhang San, looking at Pharaoh’s move, thought it was far more convenient than the method he had originally used, which required the Thunder Method to call forth the rain.

Of course, Zhang San knew that the "suppressing" character was not as simple as just summoning rain.

"Pharaoh, what is this?"

This ability stirred a longing in Zhang San’s heart.

"This is the technique of the Twelve Layers Tower, independent of the Realm cultivation system. Although there are many rumors that it is a Unique Skill of Taoism, its origins lie elsewhere."

Pharaoh felt revealing his identity as a member of Legalism now might cause Zhang San to resist.

After all, Zhang San’s legal concepts were completely different from those currently held by Legalism.

So it was better to have Zhang San become his disciple first, and they could discuss other matters later.

"If you wish to learn, I can teach you."

At this moment, Ma, who had been enjoying the commotion, sensed that something was amiss.

"Zhang San, you’ve been working hard all day, go back and rest well. Come and bother Pharaoh again tomorrow."

"Yes, Teacher."

After Zhang San bade farewell, he turned around and left.

As Zhang San departed, Ma tossed a wooden artifact into the center of the courtyard, and in an instant, an invisible Barrier enveloped him and Pharaoh.

"Old man! What are you up to?" Ma glared at him directly.

Pharaoh, with an indifferent face, said, "I see potential in the boy and want to pass on something valuable to him. What’s the problem? Aren’t you happy to see your student acquiring skills?"

Ma, seeing Pharaoh’s smug expression, felt even more uneasy.

"Didn’t you say last night that Zhang San speaks bewitching and devilish words?"

"That’s exactly why I think we need to absorb him into our Legalist fold, to transform him with the great love of our school," Pharaoh mused, already envisioning a future where he could pass on everything of Legalism to Zhang San, "Of course, if he can’t be influenced, perhaps he can create a completely different Legalism, which would also be acceptable."

Ma knew all too well that when this old man smirked with squinted eyes, he was up to no good.

"You have plenty of disciples in your Legalism, but my legacy isn’t for just anyone."

Pharaoh smiled faintly and said softly, "Then let him choose. Do you think he would choose carpentry or the inheritance of Legalism? As my disciple, I assure him his initial position would be of Sixth Rank. I remember in their Town Martial Office, Principal Officer Ming is only Seventh Rank, Hidden Principal Officers could indeed mix to Sixth Rank, but as my disciple, he would..."

Pharaoh’s speech halted abruptly, leaving his sentence unfinished.

At that moment, he suddenly realized Zhang San’s earlier words were right.

Power breeds corruption.

Why should his disciple start at a higher level than others’ endpoints?

Yet he had grown accustomed to it, believing it should be so.

Is this... truly fair?

Zhang San, unaware of what was happening in the neighboring courtyard, returned to his own and felt a bit hungry.

"Sister Ling, what’s for dinner?"

"Wei and Xu have been bustling in the kitchen for quite a while, go take a look."

Zhang San followed Sister Ling to the kitchen door and upon looking, both of them immediately frowned.

At that moment, Wei was lying on the ground.

Xu was astride Wei’s waist, choking him with both hands.

"Are you going to loosen up or not?"

"I won’t loosen!"

"Are you going to loosen up or not?"

"I won’t loosen!"

...

Zhang San sighed and said, "Sister Ling, it seems they are having a lot of fun!"

Only then did Wei notice there were visitors. He yelled hoarsely towards the door, "What are you laughing at! Hurry up and save me!"