Zhang San, please behave yourself!
Chapter 422 - 397: Zhang San, You’re Not Keeping Your Promise!

Chapter 422: Chapter 397: Zhang San, You’re Not Keeping Your Promise!

As the hurried and panicked voices of warning rang out nearby, a white figure dashed over and suddenly tackled Zhang San to the ground.

And that golden Qi Luck also entered the body of Hu Xingxiang, who had just rushed over, mistakenly believing that Zhang San was going to be harmed.

Seeing this, the little boy’s brow furrowed slightly, then he smiled and said, "I’ve already given you one-tenth of Great Sui’s Qi Luck. Whether you caught it or not, that’s your own business. Our deal is finished."

After speaking, the little boy didn’t hurry to leave; instead, he stood silently, watching Hu Xingxiang being helped up by Zhang San.

At this moment, Hu Xingxiang was sweating profusely, her expression showing signs of weakness.

"Xingxiang, are you alright?"

"San Lang, I’m fine. I just feel a bit..."

Before Hu Xingxiang could finish her sentence, a nosebleed had already begun to flow.

Zhang San, frightened, immediately wiped Hu Xingxiang’s nosebleed and then looked towards the little boy next to him.

"Is this frickin’ Qi Luck!?"

"Yes! I’ve just absorbed it!"

"Then why is the person bleeding from their nose?"

"Bleeding... um... should be fine..."

After finishing his words, the little boy glanced at Hu Xingxiang with a hint of disappointment in his eyes and turned to leave.

Just then, Vermilion Bird arrived.

When Vermilion Bird heard that Zheng Fang was coming this way, she sensed something might be amiss.

But since Vermilion Bird didn’t know which ward Zheng Fang had gone to, she took a while searching.

She had just seen the Town Martial Office’s signal for help in the sky, so she rushed over immediately.

And she arrived just in time to see the little boy.

With one glance, Vermilion Bird recognized that the boy bore a striking resemblance to Yuwen Ming, Kaihuang’s grandson from days past, and together with the brilliant white light emanating from him, she could confirm that this was the resurrected Yuwen Ming.

"Stop!"

Flames burst forth from all around Vermilion Bird, and she charged straight towards the little boy.

The little boy gave a faint smile and glanced at Vermilion Bird.

Bang!

An invisible and powerful force sent Vermilion Bird flying.

Vermilion Bird landed heavily on the ground, coughing up blood in large mouthfuls.

As she glared with wide eyes at the little boy in the distance, she couldn’t comprehend how a mere glance could wield such formidable might.

The little boy turned his head to look at Hu Xingxiang and said with a smile, "Your name is Xingxiang, right? I’ll remember that."

After speaking, the little boy’s form transformed into a streak of white light, soaring into the sky.

While Zhang San saw that Vermilion Bird was injured, he was more concerned about Hu Xingxiang.

Even though Vermilion Bird might still want to kill him, he thought, why should he care about someone who appeared to be a thirty-something acquaintance?

Zhang San, holding Hu Xingxiang, asked in a low voice, "How are you feeling? Are you in pain anywhere? I have some Pills here for healing, take some first."

Hu Xingxiang shook her head and whispered, "This isn’t an injury; it’s Qi Luck overwhelming me."

Zhang San was puzzled, having never heard of such a thing before.

"Originally, my adoptive father had transferred some Qi Luck bit by bit to me from a Sect that owed him a favor, being very careful in the process. Even so, I still experienced a long period where things didn’t go smoothly. That’s why Uncle Fang Xiang brought me to you, needing your Qi Luck to help suppress it within me."

"That Qi Luck just now was immense, if it had directly entered your body, San Lang, I’m afraid you would have..."

Hu Xingxiang didn’t finish her sentence.

But Zhang San, remembering the actions of the resurrected Yuwen Ming from before, understood everything.

Although the initial deal was for him to help the Yuwen Imperial Clan resurrect Yuwen Ming, in return Yuwen Ming would give him one-tenth of the three-tenths of Qi Luck he obtained from Great Sui.

On the surface, it seemed like a win-win result.

But Yuwen Ming knew that not everyone could handle this Qi Luck.

Even if one could handle it, some preparation was necessary, allowing the body and emotions to adapt bit by bit before gradually taking it in, until most of it could enter and finally be fully absorbed.

But Yuwen Ming, despite his young age, was trying to force it all in one fierce move!

If Yuwen Ming had succeeded, Zhang San might have been torn apart by the majestic and magnificent Qi Luck, or worse, completely obliterated if anything went wrong.

And the reason Yuwen Ming did not leave immediately was probably because he wanted to wait for Hu Xingxiang to die from not being able to withstand the overpowering Qi Luck, and then take the Qi Luck away.

Unfortunately for him, he never expected that Hu Xingxiang had previously accepted Qi Luck, which gave her a certain capacity to adapt to the external Qi Luck and knowledge of how to channel it into her body.

Even so, Zhang San remained somewhat worried.

"But you’re like this now, and I’m still afraid. Is there anything I can do to help ease the situation right now? I see you’re still bleeding, and I’m worried."

Hu Xingxiang heard Zhang San’s concern for her, her eyes filled with joy as she looked at him.

"There is. Come closer, San Lang..."

At that moment, Vermilion Bird finally struggled to her feet. Although she disliked Zhang San intensely, she hadn’t been injured in many years and had lost the habit of carrying Healing Medicine.

Having vaguely heard Zhang San mention healing medicine, she bore the pain and asked Zhang San, "Do you, boy, have Healing Medicine on you?"

"I have..."

Before Zhang San could finish speaking, Hu Xingxiang suddenly embraced him, sealing his lips with a kiss.

At that moment, Zhang San felt a cool and refreshing breath flow from Hu Xingxiang’s mouth into his own, pouring down his throat and filling his entire being.

Zhang San knew that this aura must be that of the Great Sui’s Qi Luck.

Although Zhang San didn’t understand much about the path of Qi Luck, he recognized that it must be something valuable; otherwise, Yuwen Ming wouldn’t have taken the opportunity of his own revival to plunder three-tenths of the Great Sui’s Qi Luck.

Nor would he have tried every possible means to claim all the Qi Luck for himself.

However, as much as it was a good thing, Zhang San now felt like he was being forcefully kissed by Cthulhu.

Moments later, Hu Xingxiang finally let go, her face flushed as she glanced at Zhang San and then lowered her head.

The Vermilion Bird, who barely managed to get up, was about to cough up blood and shouted at Zhang San, "If you have medicine, why didn’t you give me some before nibbling her?"

Zhang San gave the Vermilion Bird a mischievous smirk and said, "Love is the best medicine!"

The Vermilion Bird swore that once his injuries had healed, he would give Zhang San a good thrashing!

Even if there wasn’t a vendetta of murdered offspring, he would still beat this kid up!

Just at that moment, Zhang San, who had just finished absorbing the Qi Luck, suddenly noticed that the Formation around him was still operational.

At this time, in the midst of the blur, Zhang San vaguely remembered the last moments when he lost consciousness, when he first arrived here; it seemed as though there was a voice in the well conversing with him.

When he thought of that voice, for some reason, the feeling of being tongue-kissed by Cthulhu surged up in his heart again.

Zhang San didn’t know who the other party was, but he felt an inexplicable terror and indescribable impending crisis closing in.

Zhang San immediately pulled out his Horizontal Blade and turned to strike down into the Turbid Water Well with a single slash.

With that slash, Zhang San gathered all his strength, unleashing his most powerful blow.

Boom.

As the well’s opening was smashed to pieces, shards of rock fell into the well’s waters.

In an instant, the Formation around seemed to be disturbed, and the already faint Nine Palaces Star Disk in the sky completely dissipated.

The countless bright white lights that made up the Rune Array also began to fade.

Rumble, rumble, rumble—

Just then, a huge noise erupted from within the well, shaking the ground in the vicinity.

Zhang San immediately picked up the somewhat weak Hu Xingxiang and quickly retreated backward.

The Vermilion Bird, feeling left to die by Zhang San, wanted to curse but truly had no strength left to do so; he stumbled back a few steps and then collapsed helplessly to the ground.

At this moment, the ground around the Turbid Water Well crumbled and broke apart, forming a vast pit.

Within the pit, turbid water roiled, and the moon’s reflection on it was blurry.

The next instant, the blurry moon transformed into a huge white eyeball that rose from the surface of the water, glaring viciously at Zhang San.

At that moment, Zhang San felt all the hairs on his body stand on end.

Even Hu Xingxiang’s body involuntarily bristled.

She knew that members of the Demon Clan react like this only when they encounter powerful natural enemies or face great danger.

But now, this eyeball that emerged from parts unknown was the source of an immense crisis.

Even the Vermilion Bird, just by glancing at the eyeball, felt his life force being grasped by its aura, as though with just a thought from it, he could instantaneously vanish into the endless river of time.

"Zhang San, you are dishonest! You promised me—I lent you the power of time, and you agreed to absorb the Imperial Path’s Qi Luck and establish follower coordinates for me! You broke your word!"

Naturally, Zhang San had no idea about any oath made with this eyeball; it likely involved his predecessor.

"Why don’t you find the soul that made the oath with you, burn it eternally, and let him vanish into ashes?"

After all, I didn’t make any oath; if you want to burn someone, burn my predecessor.

Now, Zhang San suspected that the soul of his predecessor hadn’t been completely eradicated from his body.

Otherwise, how could all this have happened?

Besides, his predecessor was the Saint Heir of the Heavenly Punishment Sect; how could he have died so easily?

The eyeball emitted a voice full of disdain and anger.

"Zhang San, I curse you, and I will erase your past, present, and future in the Chrono Stream, all of it. Remember, all of it!"

"Hold on!" Zhang San hastily exclaimed, "How about this, let’s leave it like this for now, and the next time we collaborate, you tell me in advance, then I’ll make up this one-time deficit to you. How about that?"

Hearing this, the white eyeball grew even angrier.

You’re not giving me what you should, yet you expect there to be a next time!

At this moment, the angry eyeball trembled violently.

"I curse you! I curse you... I curse you!!!"

Zhang San was about to scoff; what’s the use of just making threats?

However, just as Zhang San was about to speak, a beam of white light shot out from the white eyeball.

The light was so bright that it illuminated the surroundings as if it were daytime.

Even the Vermilion Bird at the side felt the terror hidden within that white light—the enormity of the unknown it concealed.

The moment Zhang San was hit by the white light, it seemed to him that what he saw was not a white light but a white ember.

But as soon as the white ember touched him, it disappeared.

Because everything happened so fast, it appeared to be just a beam of white light.

Yet, for some reason, although everything just now happened in an instant, Zhang San felt as though time had suddenly stretched out, long enough that he could make out the pulsing and the cold solitude of that cluster of white embers.

As the white flame fell upon him, Zhang San thought he heard the sound of his heartbeat and suddenly felt an unprecedented...