Zhang San, please behave yourself!
Chapter 177 - 171: What Indenture Contract? This is a Re-employment Certificate!

Chapter 177: Chapter 171: What Indenture Contract? This is a Re-employment Certificate!

As the event under Xitong Mountain came to an end, the sky brightened.

The numerous disciples of Mysterious Soldiers Sect had all fled back into their sect.

However, those who returned to the sect gathered in front of the mountain gate, yet dared not take a step further inside.

Xie Dezhao came from behind, saw hundreds of people gathered here, and angrily said, "What are you all doing? Go inside!"

"Sect Master, look!"

Xie Dezhao followed the direction pointed by the disciple and saw Zhang San already inside the mountain gate of Mysterious Soldiers Sect, with a carpet laid out on the ground, a table set up in the middle, enjoying drinks with a woman.

Although the woman was dressed gorgeously in bright, white attire that was dazzling and beautiful, she seemed like a maid in front of Zhang San, pouring him wine and serving him dishes.

"Zhang San, you... you... shouldn’t you still be at Xitong Mountain?"

As Xie Dezhao finished his sentence, he suddenly realized something.

There were over five hundred disciples in Mysterious Soldiers Sect in total. This time he had taken half with him, so there should still be more than two hundred left in the sect. Now that it was daylight, why didn’t he see a single disciple?

Even allowing Zhang San to sit inside the mountain gate drinking leisurely.

Especially that carpet on the ground, that looks like it’s from my room!

"Xitong Mountain? Indeed, Sect Master Xie went to Xitong Mountain last night too," Zhang San said, his words filled with endless sorrow and loss.

Xie Dezhao was stunned, frowning, he asked, "Wasn’t it you who told me to go there?"

Zhang San slapped the table, angrily said, "Sect Master Xie, don’t spout nonsense! Last night, someone attacked the team led by Deputy Officer Lu Qingquan of Town Martial Office, even abducting over a dozen prisoners suspected to be from Heavenly Punishment Sect. How could I, Zhang San, a mere martial artist from Town Martial Office, possibly instruct you to do such a thing?"

Xie Dezhao was completely dumbfounded upon hearing this.

"Wasn’t it exactly you who told me to go there?"

At this moment, Xie Dezhao, devoid of any decency, had only madness and anger in his eyes.

Zhang San immediately waved his hands, speaking with a face full of objection, "Sect Master Xie, I don’t understand this at all. I, Zhang San, am but a mere martial artist from Town Martial Office, not even a Military Chief, how could I possibly command you, a great Sect Master? Sect Leader Kong, you agree, right?"

At that moment, Kong Yuting, dressed in white, kneeled beside Zhang San, continuously poured wine for him, and gently nodded in agreement with a soft voice.

"San Lang’s words are very true. Uncle Xie, a man of repute in Chuan-Yu for many years, and a powerhouse at the peak of the Spiritual Platform Realm, how could you possibly listen to San Lang, a martial artist at merely the second stage of True Core Realm? When you say such a thing, do you think others... will believe it?"

Xie Dezhao knew that, logically speaking, it indeed sounded unbelievable.

But the current problem is, aren’t you, a mighty Sect Master of the Purple Mansion Realm, pouring wine for Zhang San like a servant girl, and then you talk about me!?

Just as Xie Dezhao was about to burst in rage, he noticed some disciples from Pure Stream Sword Sect inside the mountain gate and immediately realized that the entire Mysterious Soldiers Sect might have already been suppressed by Pure Stream Sword Sect.

Although he did not know what fortune had befallen Kong Yuting, her cultivation in the Purple Mansion Realm was genuine.

If he confronted her now, he would surely die without doubt.

"Mr. Zhang San, what exactly do you want? I did everything as you instructed!"

After finishing the wine in his cup, Zhang San had Kong Yuting continue to pour, then he smiled at Xie Dezhao.

"Sect Master Xie, I now give you two choices. The first one, actually, is a bit troubling for me. It involves relegating all the people from Mysterious Soldiers Sect to a low social class identity as blacksmiths, then selling these blacksmiths to various posts under Town Martial Office. Though being a blacksmith is somewhat tough, at least they can survive. It would just be me running some procedures for you, quite a hassle. But I, Zhang San, take joy in assisting others; for your survival, I don’t mind the effort."

Xie Dezhao snorted coldly and asked, "What’s the second option?"

Clearly, Xie Dezhao was more expectant about the second choice.

"The second option is even more troublesome for me, because I would have to kill all of you and then find a place to bury you. After that, I would need to write a report to my superiors, explaining that you launched a night attack on the Deputy Officer, and during my attempt to capture you, you resisted fiercely. In the end, reluctantly, I could only weep as I slew you all—sigh—"

Xie Dezhao gritted his teeth, knowing that there were only two paths before him: complete submission or death.

A man born between heaven and earth, how can he live beneath others?

"Zhang San, you don’t think you have us completely under control, do you? I still have over two hundred of the Mysterious Soldiers Sect’s most elite disciples here, and the Six Great Elders are with me! You think you can..."

Xie Dezhao’s words were not yet finished when he noticed that the number of disciples around seemed to be only a little over a hundred, and only three elders were near him.

Moreover, at this moment, from behind and from both sides, the Military Chief of the Town Martial Office was closing in with his men.

After pouring wine for Zhang San, Kong Yuting propped up the sword box that she had placed on the ground. Although she hadn’t opened the sword box, for a master of the Purple Mansion Realm, making a move was a matter of an instant.

Curious, Zhang San asked, "Sect Master Xie, what do you think I think I can do?"

Xie Dezhao felt that if it came to a fight, he probably would indeed be doomed.

But at that moment, Xie Dezhao stood up and started walking towards the sect entrance, mustering his courage to shout as he went.

"Do you think just because you are a Martial Artist of the Town Martial Office, you can cover the sky with one hand?"

"Today! Right here! I, Xie Dezhao, will let you know! This world ultimately belongs to Martial Artists!"

"Our integrity cannot be trampled upon!"

"Our backbone would rather break than bend!"

At that moment, the hundreds of disciples and the three elders around him all drew their Mysterious Weapons, their faces filled with impassioned resoluteness and righteous indignation.

"Zhang San! Come face your death!"

With a thunderous shout from Xie Dezhao, a huge flying sword was already drawn from his Storage Ring.

The sword box next to Kong Yuting opened instantly, and eighteen flying swords flew out, enveloping Zhang San within them for protection.

But at the same time, Xie Dezhao stepped onto the Great Sword, whooshed into the air, and began to fly away into the distance.

His speed was so fast that even Kong Yuting of the Purple Mansion Realm was startled for a moment before reacting.

"Did he... did he just run away?"

Zhang San gave a bitter smile, "Probably... Yes. What about the rest of you? Do you want to run as well? Don’t worry, as long as you run fast, we definitely won’t be able to catch up."

The disciples of the Mysterious Soldiers Sect, who were just now filled with a righteous fury, now watched their fleeing Sect Leader in the morning light and gentle breeze, beginning to unravel.

Zhang San, seeing the disappointment and despair on everyone’s faces, stood up and walked towards the crowd.

"Firstly, your Mysterious Soldiers Sect is skilled in forging Mysterious Weapons; as far as I know, there’s no disciple in your sect who can’t forge. So, being a blacksmith shouldn’t be a difficult thing for you."

"Secondly, you are blacksmiths of the Town Martial Office, though not officially listed, you’re still one of our own. Rest assured, we will not mistreat you in terms of your benefits."

"Finally, I promise that as long as you perform well, I will find a way to get you officially recognized as Martial Artists of the Town Martial Office within three years. Of course, if your performance is poor, you’ll remain of low social class identity forever. Speaking of which, your treatment is even better than that of Red Dragon Son Hong Shan. When the time comes, ask him if he gets any benefits, can he even claim them for himself?"