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Chapter 132 - 131: Beside Eagle Horn Gully, An Unusual Dream

Chapter 132: Chapter 131: Beside Eagle Horn Gully, An Unusual Dream

On the morning of the second day, Zhang San left Xiongfeng Manor early.

Riding away, Zhang San was pondering a question that had puzzled him since waking up that morning.

That was—why had Principal Officer Ximen given him an incomplete Secret Manual of the Tiger’s Life Spirit Gang?

Indeed, Zhang San had spent the previous night practicing the Tiger’s Life Spirit Gang, which the muscular old man had cultivated for eight years.

Zhang San couldn’t say he had achieved great mastery, but he could now easily transform the Qi he released into Gang.

Refining Qi into Gang not only made one’s attacks sharper but also provided a certain level of repression over Qi.

It was because of this that the Secret Techniques for Refining Qi into Gang were extremely rare.

But Zhang San discovered that the Tiger’s Life Spirit Gang he practiced in his dreams was complete.

Therefore, his White Tiger Gang was sharper, while the version of Tiger’s Life Spirit Gang that Principal Officer Ximen gave him was incomplete, though he had filled in the gaps.

However, the method of cultivation he completed and the Gang refined were not as sharp, but they were tougher and more substantial, serving as a strong defensive tool and greatly enhancing heavy strikes with brute force.

Zhang San didn’t understand why Principal Officer Ximen, if this was his family’s Secret Technique, didn’t give him the complete version.

Did Principal Officer Ximen think this brute-force-dependent Gang was more suitable for him?

Zhang San didn’t understand.

At this moment, Principal Officer Ximen, standing at the entrance to Xiongfeng Manor, watched Zhang San leaving with immense joy in his heart.

Although the Tiger’s Life Spirit Gang manual I gave to Zhang San was incomplete, I have already filled it with the insights I’ve gained over the years. As long as Zhang San practices according to the manual, his combat abilities will surely improve.

However, since the manual that came down to me was incomplete, even if I completed it, there would still be some problems.

In this way, Zhang San would have to come to consult with me eventually.

By this back and forth, wouldn’t I essentially establish some connection with the Legalists?

If so, that thing would be even more likely to end up in my hands.

Thinking this, Principal Officer Ximen couldn’t help but show a simple and honest smile.

He had not considered if an incomplete manual, completed based on his own cultivation technique and methods, was really suitable for others to practice.

What if he ended up ruining the close disciple of the Pharaoh, would the Legalists not clean him up?

Unfortunately for the muscular Principal Officer Ximen, this was the best method of establishing friendly relations with others he could come up with.

Let’s hope that Principal Officer Ximen’s tiny ship of friendship doesn’t capsize.

After mounting Black Steed Steps on Clouds, Zhang San headed in the direction of Mingzhi Mountain.

After all, in this world, aside from Lv Chunyang, Zhang San only had a Tiger Demon friend on Mingzhi Mountain.

The Tiger Demon had been eagerly asking him to look out for a method to whiten its skin, to make itself a White Tiger.

Zhang San had actually not found such a method.

But now with the Tiger’s Life Spirit Gang, things were different.

Earlier, Zhang San learned that the Town Martial Office had eight Principal Officers, four visible and four hidden.

The four Principal Officers were publicly known, leading many unaware of the Town Martial Office’s inner workings to believe it only had four Seventh-Rank Principal Officers.

But in reality, there were four more combat-capable Hidden Principal Officers who were Sixth-Rank officials, handling the Office’s more challenging and tricky affairs and enemies.

The four Hidden Principal Officers were codenamed: Vermilion Bird, Xuanwu, Azure Dragon, and White Tiger.

The codename for Principal Officer Ximen was White Tiger, coupled with the Tiger’s Life Spirit Gang cultivated by the Ximen Family.

Consequently, Zhang San had a daring thought—perhaps if Hu, the Tiger Demon, cultivated the Tiger’s Life Spirit Gang, he might turn from his current orangey Tiger Demon into at least a visually pure White Tiger?

With this in mind, Zhang San pressed on, and by noon, he found a hillside where he tethered his horse.

He took out the food he had prepared in advance and ate a few bites before leaning against a big bluestone, intending to take a rest for a while.

Zhang San wanted to ask for leave to go out for a couple of reasons. On one hand, he indeed had plans to run away, but he was still hesitating about whether to actually do it. After all, he had just earned a million taels of gold in one go previously.

Once a person earns a large sum of money in one place, it becomes very hard for them to leave.

On the other hand, after completing a mission, Zhang San was indeed mentally and physically exhausted, and he now wanted to take a good break.

As for why he only asked for three days of leave, for a transmigrator who is constantly working overtime and taking time off in lieu of it, asking for three days of leave at once was already breaking the routine significantly, okay?

Zhang San leaned against a large rock and quickly fell into a dream.

This dream was different from the ones Zhang San had before.

In the past, every time Zhang San dreamed, he would be taught some kind of skill by an old man, a learning process that took eight years.

But this time, Zhang San truly had a dream.

In the dream, Zhang San first saw Big Head Wang and Wang Ziteng, both of whom told him to run as soon as they saw him.

Just as Zhang San hadn’t reacted to what was happening, a large group of martial artists from the Town Martial Office charged towards him, led by Fang Cunzai, Lu Qingquan, and several Principal Officers he hadn’t seen before.

At a glance, they all seemed like bad news.

Then they started to chase after Zhang San, who ran for his life in desperation.

As he ran wildly, Zhang San used every acceleration technique he knew, even regretting why he didn’t take the time to diligently practice the Eight Techniques of Hidden Ground.

Zhang San even muttered to himself, "Do you really think you’re safe now?"

Accompanied by a whooshing sound beside his ear, Zhang San found himself unexpectedly arriving at the Main Altar of the Heavenly Punishment Sect.

Although Zhang San had never seen the Main Altar of the Heavenly Punishment Sect, at that moment, he seemed to know this was it.

Then, looking at a group of familiar yet unfamiliar people from the Heavenly Punishment Sect, Zhang San began to plead for help.

But Zhang San’s pleas were met only with cold indifference on their faces.

"Aren’t you a martial artist of the Town Martial Office, the Deputy Military Attaché of the Ninth Grade of Great Sui? Why should we save you?"

At that moment, Zhang San felt as if he had fallen into a pit of ice.

Then, with a kick into the void, he fell into an endless abyss, spewing lava and black flames.

And at the very bottom of the abyss, a gigantic indescribable creature covered in tentacles, with three wide-open eyes, was staring straight at him.

Zhang San awoke suddenly from the nightmare.

At that time, the summer breeze gently blew, scattering broken grass everywhere.

In the beautiful sunshine of the afternoon, everything was so peaceful and lovely, only Zhang San’s face was full of terror and panic.

Zhang San had a premonition that aligning himself completely with the Heavenly Punishment Sect was definitely not an option.

But staying at the Town Martial Office seemed to pose a great danger as well.

What then is the absolutely safe way out?

Zhang San shook his head, unable to come up with an answer.

For a top student, not being able to come up with an answer meant recalculating until the answer was found.

But for a poor student, not being able to come up with an answer meant copying someone else’s work.

Since he didn’t know what to do, he might as well ask someone.

Of course, asking people was too risky, but perhaps it would be safer to ask a demonic being.

Thinking this, Zhang San stood up, brushed off the broken grass blown onto him by the wind, and wondered what was going on around him—why was there so much broken grass?

Just as Zhang San was looking around, he suddenly realized something was amiss.

"Where’s my horse?"