Zhang San, please behave yourself!
Chapter 415 - 390: If you hang it on your waist but don’t hold it in your hand, then I might just pick it up!

Chapter 415: Chapter 390: If you hang it on your waist but don’t hold it in your hand, then I might just pick it up!

At this moment, a team of over twenty Martial Artists from the Town Demon Office who had gone to Chuan-Yu Road to investigate was walking on the official road of Capital Region Road, heading towards Daxing City.

The twenty or so Martial Artists were accompanied by more than a dozen horse-drawn carts, all pulled by battle horses specially trained by the Town Demon Office to resist the Demon Qi.

It was said that these horses all possessed some Demon Clan bloodlines, making them extraordinarily powerful and earning them the nickname "Crazy Horses" on Longyou Road.

In the huge cages on top of the carts pulled by the Crazy Horses were some powerful members of the Demon Clan that they had captured on Chuan-Yu Road.

"What can we do if it’s not okay? You saw it too on Chuan-Yu Road—everyone’s expression changed at the mention of ’Zhang San.’ Why bother asking around anymore!?"

"We did get some information about the Corpse Nether Sect—a Martial Path Sect that was once a colossus of the Demon Path. Now they pay silver to the Town Martial Office each month, even saying that it’s given voluntarily to Zhang San! Are they out of their minds?"

"Heh... We initially thought that this Zhang San was a bit crazy, but only after we went to Chuan-Yu did we realize that this lad was actually holding back in the Capital!"

At that moment, the leader who was at the Spiritual Platform Realm snorted coldly.

"Holding back, my foot! That lad hasn’t held back at all. When I was out there, I ran into an old acquaintance who straight up asked me why we let the Demons go on the Demon-Execution Platform. It was so embarrassing! It felt like Zhang San’s hand slapped us from the Capital Region Road all the way to Chuan-Yu Road!"

"There’s nothing to be done, since we failed to catch Zhang San at that time. But thankfully, I heard that Zhang San didn’t kill anyone during that time, he just wounded dozens of our brothers."

"Hmph! Just let me encounter that Zhang San kid. Let’s see how I deal with him! I’ll first shoot an arrow straight through his chest, piercing him entirely, and then I’ll slash his belly with my Horizontal Blade several times, so he truly knows what ’thorough’ means!"

The leader at the Spiritual Platform Realm had hardly finished speaking when three swooshing arrow sounds came from afar.

Because there were still some within the Town Demon Office who had grievances against the Baili Family, among the more than twenty Town Demon Office Martial Artists sent to Chuan-Yu this time, not one was from the Baili Family.

It just so happened that the Town Demon Office’s main long-range force relied entirely on the Baili Family.

This resulted in everyone instinctively looking for members of the Baili Family in the team when the arrows flew at them from a distance, hoping to determine the direction of the counterattack based on their retaliation, and thus form a defense or counterattack.

But now, after a couple of glances, they realized that their leader had been hit by three arrows in the chest, each one chilling to the core.

Seeing the arrowheads still gushing blood from the back, everyone understood what ’thoroughly’ truly meant!

Then, a masked figure appeared in the distance holding a longbow, walking and shooting at the same time.

The Town Demon Office’s Martial Artists immediately hid behind the horse-drawn carts to avoid getting shot and summoned a fierce wind with their Techniques to avoid the arrows.

However, as the wind picked up, the assailant seemed to use a Technique to blow the fallen leaves off the nearby trees towards them.

For a moment, although the fierce wind disrupted the archer’s aim, their own vision was also obstructed.

Pu—

Suddenly, the masked figure emerged from behind.

The left hand still clutched the longbow, while the right hand held a slender, sharp blade much longer than a typical Horizontal Blade, and the handle was also much longer, resembling something more like a horse-chopping sword.

If approached, a single slice was enough to sever an arm.

Everyone, acting out of necessity, tried to use their Techniques to attack.

But before they could execute them, the attacker stabbed the sword-like weapon into the ground, with the left hand still wielding the longbow and the right hand nocking arrows, he began firing rapidly.

The group could only hide on the other side of the carts again to avoid getting hit.

But at that moment, the adversary withdrew the long sword from the ground and struck the cages on the carts with one powerful blow.

On that single slash, the blade was forged with Refined Qi into Gang, further empowered by Blade Intent, and it instantly shattered the cages.

As the first Demon Beast was released, the Town Demon Office’s Martial Artists instantly realized that the person’s purpose for coming here was to rescue these members of the Demon Clan.

And as the Demons began to be freed one by one, although the Town Demon Office Martial Artists wanted to quickly retaliate, they were helpless as soon as they exposed themselves, they were relentlessly shot with arrows.

"Leader, what do we do now?"

The cultivator at the Spiritual Platform Realm, who had just used a Technique to extract the arrows from his body and was grinning through gritted teeth at the Martial Artist who had just spoken, said angrily, "Look at me now, I’m struggling to even stay alive! What do we do? We’re done for!"

The cultivator from the Spiritual Platform Realm suddenly turned around and stood up from behind the horse carriage. With both hands, he forcefully flipped the carriage towards Zhang San, disregarding his own injuries.

Looking at the enormous golden Tiger Demon inside the carriage, Zhang San felt a sense of familiarity.

Thus, he swung his blade.

The Tiger Demon inside the cage roared furiously, "Yu Daorong! Don’t you have a heart?!"

Zhang San had only intended to confirm his suspicion, as the golden Tiger Demon tumbling inside the cage didn’t quite resemble the one he had seen lying lazily on a large rock before.

But the Tiger Demon was clever; instead of calling out Zhang San’s name directly, it called out a name that both of them recognized.

Therefore, Zhang San immediately abandoned the long bow in his hand, formed a hand seal to cast a Technique, and used the Wind Technique to let the carriage land smoothly, then he slashed the cage on the carriage wide open.

These cages specially constructed by the Town Demon Office weren’t difficult to break from the outside. Even an ordinary person with enough strength, wielding a large axe, could split them open.

However, trying to destroy them from the inside was as hard as ascending to the heavens.

And once Zhang San released Hu, he discovered that the Martial Artists of the Town Demon Office had already... fled without a trace.

They were so quick that Zhang San felt he couldn’t even escape that fast using the Wind Technique at full burst!

It seemed the Town Demon Office did have some traits worth learning from.

After releasing the other Demons from their cages, Zhang San pondered for a moment, then said to them, "I was originally Ye Longchen, a disciple from the Corpse Nether Sect of Chuan-Yu Road. Later, thanks to Tiger Brother’s rescue, I changed my name to Yu Daorong. Today I’m saving him and just happened to rescue you as well. Scatter and leave, don’t get caught! I also need to quickly get to Longyou Road with Tiger Brother."

Upon hearing that Zhang San was heading for Longyou Road, the just-rescued Demon Clan looked at him as if he were a fool.

"You don’t understand, the most dangerous place is the safest."

Then, Zhang San rode the Tiger Demon in the direction of the northwest.

After running for a while, Zhang San got off the Tiger Demon and asked in a low voice, "Can you transform, or use Transformation?"

"Neither, but I can shrink a bit."

Zhang San nodded and said, "Okay, you shrink a little bit, and I will take you into the Capital."

The Tiger Demon was taken aback and asked, "Isn’t the most dangerous place supposed to be the safest?"

Zhang San let out a cold laugh.

"That was to fool them. In case they get caught again, they won’t be able to find us."

So Zhang San, dressed in a new set of clothes, carried the tiger demon, now resembling a Persian Orange cat, through the Golden Light Gate into Daxing City.

When the gate soldiers saw Zhang San holding an orange cat, they came over and asked, "What are you doing? Is this thing a cat or a demon?"

"This is a new breed from the Western Regions—a Persian Orange! I’ve heard that nobles and officials like this kind, so I plan to offer it as a tribute and exchange it for a position."

The gate soldiers, upon hearing this, figured he was just another daydreamer trying his luck in the Capital City, so they dismissed him as a joke and let him through.

After entering the city, Zhang San purposefully acted like a newcomer to the Capital, feigning amazement at everything to avoid alerting the gate soldiers.

However, as he looked around, Zhang San noticed someone at a nearby notice board pulling down his own wanted poster.

"Excuse me, what does it mean to take that down? Does it mean someone has been caught and there’s a reward for it?"

The local residents of the Capital looked disdainfully at the travel-worn Zhang San and sneered, "That’s Zhang San from the Town Martial Office. He’s been in the spotlight in the Capital recently, and the Kaihuang himself issued a warrant for his arrest. It’s said that today the warrant was withdrawn! He’s been exonerated!"

Zhang San pretended to understand and nodded along; the other party mocked him, seeing that Zhang San was still holding a scruffy-looking cat, "What are you nodding for? What does this have to do with you? You’re likely never going to see such a big shot in your life!"

Zhang San continued to nod and chuckle, responding, "Indeed, indeed. How could someone rough and unsophisticated from the outside world like me ever meet someone as noble and handsome as Zhang San, the Child of Heavenly Mandate!"

After saying that, Zhang San, holding the Persian Orange cat, turned and walked away. While the other party wasn’t paying attention, he picked up the man’s purse that had been dropped.

After all, it was hanging from his waist, not held in his hand. He probably didn’t want it anymore, so if I pick it up, that’s pretty normal, right?