Zhang San, please behave yourself!
Chapter 445 - 419: Ashes of Time!

Chapter 445: Chapter 419: Ashes of Time!

Pharaoh glared at Zhang San and said, "It’s your time that will be burned away."

Zhang San replied with a dumbfounded face, "Isn’t time fixed? How can time be burned away?"

Mozi thought for a while and said in a low voice, "Your current level of cultivation is too low, let me think about how to explain it in terms you can understand."

After pondering for a while, Mozi picked up the messy pile of woodcraft making parts from the ground and then handed Zhang San a bunch of small wooden balls to hold in his hands.

"We all know that a day has twelve two-hour periods, and each two-hour period has eight quarter hours. How many quarter hours are there in a day?"

Zhang San didn’t understand why the so-called higher levels of cultivation were just adding, subtracting, multiplying, and dividing within a hundred, right?

"Ninety-six quarter hours."

"Correct, you’re holding ninety-six small wooden bars in your hands now. If I remove one, do you clearly feel like a lot is missing?"

"Not really."

Mozi pursed his lips, and the Pharaoh on the side said, "I know how to explain it, using these things as examples won’t work with this kid. Watch me."

As the Pharaoh spoke, he took out a bag of Gold Leaves from his Storage Ring, and with a flick, the Gold Leaves in mid-air grouped together in eights, forming golden flowers with leaves as petals.

Once twelve golden flowers appeared in the air around them, the Pharaoh asked, "A day has twelve two-hour periods, and a two-hour period has eight quarter hours. Here, each leaf represents a quarter hour, you get it?"

Zhang San nodded.

Then, the Pharaoh placed all the Gold Leaves into Zhang San’s hands and said, "This is the time for your entire day. And it’s the same for everyone else, right?"

Zhang San kept nodding.

"Now, because of the curse on you, it will gradually burn away your time. As it burns, you’ll lose a quarter hour."

As he spoke, the Pharaoh took a Gold Leaf from Zhang San’s hands and asked, "Do you feel like you’ve lost a lot now?"

Zhang San nodded frantically.

Mozi realized that Zhang San was just a miser.

He had no reaction to the small wooden balls, but understood immediately with one Gold Leaf.

"But actually, losing a quarter hour is still manageable, what if you burned away an entire two-hour period?"

As the Pharaoh pulled away seven more Gold Leaves, Zhang San instantly felt the weight in his hands lighten significantly.

"At this point, your day essentially only has eleven two-hour periods. If you put that in the context of a whole day, it might not seem like much."

"But think about it, if you were battling someone, normally, in the same amount of time, you could shoot ten arrows and your opponent could also shoot ten arrows."

"But now that you’ve lost a two-hour period, your daily time is one twelfth less than everyone else’s. So while your opponent shoots ten arrows, you might only manage nine. That one arrow is the difference!"

Only then did Zhang San realize the meaning of burning away time—it meant that every day, he would have less time than others.

But the world’s time is unchanging, having less time means moving slower compared to others.

Mozi added, "Although that ball of white flame in your heart is now just a tiny spark, extremely weak, you can hardly feel any difference between your time and that of others. But..."

"That tiny spark, as it continues to consume your time, will grow into a small flame, then into a fire, and eventually... it will turn all of your time into ashes of time."

At that moment, Zhang San couldn’t help but think, if this trend continued,

then one day, once all his time had been completely burned away, wouldn’t he...?

At this moment, Zhang San’s mind was filled with the words of the eyeball.

"Zhang San, I curse you, and I will erase your past, present, and future in the torrents of time—all of it, remember, all of it!"

Zhang San’s sweat beaded on his forehead and instantly began to stream down.

Having transmigrated here quite some time ago, Zhang San knew that in this world, even if a living person died, they could still become undead.

Completely dead, they could even become ghosts and gods.

Although death was indeed a terrifying thing, compared to the scientific view of life and death in his previous life, death in this world did not necessarily signify the end of life.

It merely transformed your life into another form.

But if his time were to be burned away, that would really be the end of him.

"Master, I might be headed to the other side ahead of you."

Pharaoh slapped Zhang San on the head.

"Stop talking nonsense. How could I, your teacher, just stand by... ahem... how could I and your senior Mozi stand by and watch you die! Although I’m helpless, Mozi must have a way!"

Mozie looked at Pharaoh with a stunned expression.

"No way! All this trouble over a meal?"

"It would have been fine if you hadn’t looked at my disciple, but you looked and shortened his life. Aren’t you responsible?"

"You’re blaming the doctor for taking your pulse when you’re sick yourself? Does that make any sense?"

"Since when does Legalism talk about sense? If you can recognize this, you can definitely fix it!"

Mozi sighed helplessly, then glanced at Zhang San and whispered, "Zhang San, the curse you are under is clearly not within the capabilities of this world. Therefore, it cannot be resolved by ordinary means."

Although Zhang San was somewhat anxious, he knew from Mozi’s words that there was hope!

"I know, such extraordinary methods could only be understood by a master like you, Senior Mozi. Please proceed as you wish!" Zhang San’s flattery was delivered smoothly.

"To remove this curse, there is only one way," Mozi said.

With that, Mozi pointed at the area around Zhang San’s heart.

Zhang San thought he was going to stamp another one of those wonderfully tingling Wooden Seals on him, and his whole body shuddered in fright.

"You must quickly reach Spiritual Platform Realm and focus on cultivating the Five Viscera Wheel Seas!"

"Within the Five Viscera Wheel Seas, there are five Divine Treasures, namely the Heart Divine Treasure, the Liver Divine Treasure, the Spleen Divine Treasure, the Lung Divine Treasure, and the Kidney Divine Treasure."

"You must excavate the Heart Divine Treasure deep within the Wheel Seas, and then merge your heart with it as one."

"After that, allow the Divine Aspect of the Heart within to bear the burden for you."

In that moment, Zhang San had an epiphany.

"So, it means that since this thing can’t be removed and I can’t literally take out my own heart, I can merge my physical heart with the Divine Aspect in the future Heart Divine Treasure and let the Divine Aspect bear it for me. But will my heart die then?"

Mozi curled his lip and said, "That’s a question for later. First, you need to reach the Spiritual Platform Realm!"

Zhang San sighed and said, "It’s a shame! I don’t have much in the way of cultivation resources, but I estimate that with effort, I can definitely reach the Spiritual Platform Realm within three years. Excavating the Heart Divine Treasure from within the Wheel Seas shouldn’t be too hard, right? Senior Mozi, Master, do you think I can last ten or eight years?"

Mozi shook his head and replied, "I’m not sure about that; you should ask your master. I’ll make a Woodcraft Making suited to you and send someone to deliver it to you."

Zhang San looked at Pharaoh.

Pharaoh, understanding Zhang San’s intent, shouted to a servant in the house, "Go to my storeroom and bring that... um... bring all the boxes marked with a blue seal over here."

Soon, the servant brought in more than twenty large blue-marked boxes.

"I know what you want, lad! These are all yours! Hurry and break through to the Spiritual Platform Realm, start by cultivating the Five Viscera Wheel Seas! Although I’d prefer you to first cultivate the Enlightenment Seas of Wheels, staying alive is more important!"