Zhang San, please behave yourself!
Chapter 449 - 423: Heading North!

Chapter 449: Chapter 423: Heading North!

Zhang San sat under a large tree, leaning against it, his face showing signs of exhaustion.

"Hei, go check their bodies and take anything you think is valuable," he ordered.

"Yes, master."

Back when Hei was first forcefully transformed from a Chi Dragon into a Chi Dragon Horse by Zhang San, he appeared to be just a teenager, around fourteen or fifteen.

But now, Hei had been following Zhang San, sharing delicious meals and cultivating together, and Zhang San had also given him plenty of cultivation resources.

Thus, Hei had grown into a handsome young man who looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old.

Zhang San glanced at him; though Hei wasn’t as handsome as himself, he still stood out in a crowd.

If cultivation resources became scarce in the Northern Army, should he rent him out as a breeding stallion?

The offspring between a Chi Dragon Horse and a mare would definitely be top-tier warhorses.

Hei would be thrilled!

I would make a fortune!

It seems like a great deal!

At this moment, while picking through the corpses, Hei somehow felt a chill run down his spine.

A moment later, Hei had gathered all the spoils and presented them to Zhang San for inspection.

"You’ve got to be kidding! To kill them, I broke through to the Spiritual Platform Realm and opened the Red Gold Wheel Sea, and this is all they had?"

Zhang San realized that the six slain cultivators of the Spiritual Platform Realm weren’t just poor; they were very poor!

All their belongings combined were still less than the resources in the two boxes that Pharaoh had given him.

Wow—

Zhang San had faced over a dozen cultivators of the Spiritual Platform Realm, a difficult feat. He had only managed to kill six by leveraging the newly acquired power from his breakthrough, the element of surprise, and the advantage of the Wood Series Techniques in the woods.

However, Zhang San had also been worried that other cultivators of the Spiritual Platform Realm were still nearby, so he had been suppressing his injuries the whole time.

Now that he had collected everything from their bodies and seen no one emerge, he finally felt relieved.

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Master, are you alright? They might be a bit poor, but surely not poor enough to make you spew blood in anger?" Hei asked.

Zhang San, feeling rather helpless, glanced at Hei and asked, "Do you really see me as such a money-grubber?"

"Your being a money-grubber has nothing to do with whether you’re in my eyes or not!"

Zhang San decided then and there. Once in the Northern Army, he would make this youngster work as a breeding stallion!

Just then, two figures approached rapidly from a distance.

Fortunately, the feel of the purple flower in Zhang San’s pocket vibrating slightly reassured him, letting him know these were people sent by Pockmarked Granny.

Soon after, a man and a woman approached and knelt on one knee not far from Zhang San.

"White Cloud/Black Soil, we greet the Saint Heir," they said.

Upon hearing their names, Zhang San was taken aback and asked, "White Cloud and Black Soil are your real names?"

"Um..." a fair-skinned plump person started, "My family name is Bai, originally named Bai Pangpang. I was prematurely born weak and skinny, and my family hoped I would grow to be more robust."

"So your real name is Bai Pangpang."

That’s when Zhang San understood why they had changed their names, as indeed, the name Bai Pangpang was somewhat embarrassing to announce.

"Saint Heir misunderstood, Bai Pangpang is my name, my surname is Bai, so when combined, it reads Bai Baipangpang."

"Your skin is quite fair, called White Cloud, makes sense. I’ll remember that."

At this moment, a woman with wheat-colored skin bowed and said, "My name is Chu Mo, so if you break down ’Mo,’ the code name is Black Soil."

Zhang San couldn’t help but say, "Chu Mo is a beautiful name!"

"My surname is Xiong."

Zhang San was silent for a moment.

"Black Soil, right, I’ll remember that. From now on, stop calling me Saint Heir, in case it gets overheard by others. My name is Zhang San, and once we get to the north, just call me Zhang San; once we’re familiar, you can call me Brother San."

"Yes," White Cloud and Black Soil hadn’t expected that the Saint Heir would be so approachable.

Zhang San took out an amulet pouch from the Gluttonous Bag, which had been given to him by Pockmarked Granny, and pulled out a piece of paper from it.

It stated that someone would contact him midway and instructed him on the tasks he was to help the Heavenly Punishment Sect with once he reached the north.

Naturally, the benefits were also not to be missed.

"I might still encounter assassination attempts along the way, but I can deal with those. The real challenge is when I’m about to reach the north. After all, I’ll meet only enemies along the way, and it’s either kill or be killed. But once in the north, who knows if those I meet will be friends or foes. So, when the time comes, be ready to cover for me. Remember, act according to the situation. And you must keep your identities hidden."

"Yes."

Zhang San nodded satisfied and dismissed the two.

White Cloud and Black Soil left immediately.

After the two had left, Zhang San sat down and began to meditate to heal his injuries.

After healing, Zhang San looked again at the task Pockmarked Granny had given him this time, which was to establish a base for the Heavenly Punishment Sect in the north.

After all, the north had always been at war with Tujue, where the military was the main force, and Martial Artists were secondary.

Thus, the Heavenly Punishment Sect had previously not placed much emphasis on developing in the north.

Now that Zhang San was going there, the Heavenly Punishment Sect seized the opportunity to establish a base in the north.

Of course, as long as Zhang San established the base, the Heavenly Punishment Sect would also provide plenty of cultivation resources.

From the perspective of benefits, Zhang San felt this task was worth undertaking.

However, how exactly to do it was still something Zhang San was pondering.

After all, he was being sent to the Northern Army precisely because of suspicions that he was the Saint Heir of the Heavenly Punishment Sect, and Kaihuang was doing this to help him avoid some troubles.

But avoiding did not mean the suspicions were absent.

If what he did in the north was too obvious and others noticed what was going on, it wouldn’t be good.

Knowing how to swiftly assist the Heavenly Punishment Sect in establishing their northern base while keeping it under wraps was indeed tricky.

But it was a long-term matter, so he was not in a hurry to figure it out.

What Zhang San really hadn’t decided on was how to deal with Changsun Bubai.

Because he had previously learned that Changsun Bubai specialized in the Five Viscera Wheel Seas, having found and cultivated all his Divine Treasures.

If he joined the Northern Army wanting to enhance his own strength, thus needing guidance to step into the Spiritual Platform Realm, it would seem very natural.

But now, to avoid assassination, he had no choice but to cultivate the Red Gold Wheel Sea first and break through to the Spiritual Platform Realm.

Being already in the Spiritual Platform Realm, seeking Changsun Bubai out might make him appear greedy.

As Zhang San scratched his head in thought, he suddenly sensed some movement around him.

"Who’s there!?"