Zhang San, please behave yourself!
Chapter 532 - 496: I’m Not Being Frivolous, I’m Just Cultivating

Chapter 532: Chapter 496: I’m Not Being Frivolous, I’m Just Cultivating

Zhang San arrived at the Town Martial Office headquarters in Spring Breeze Town. Just as he reached the gate, he noticed two elderly men lying in rocking chairs inside, basking in the sun.

"Good morning to you both!"

The two elderly men smiled and nodded at Zhang San, which counted as a greeting.

After Zhang San walked in, Yang Huanshui turned to Yu Jinluo next to him and asked, "What’s with Zhang San’s face?"

"His face looks fine to me!"

"Then why do I see a handprint on it?"

Yu Jinluo frowned slightly and said, "That can’t be right!"

With that, Yu Jinluo, curious, signaled to Yang Huanshui with his eyes and whispered, "You keep watch at the gate; I’ll go have a look."

Then, with a flash of his figure, Yu Jinluo vanished, leaving only the rocking chair swaying in place.

As Zhang San walked further in, many martial artists greeted him immediately upon seeing him, but they all lowered their heads, not daring to say much.

When Zhang San met Black Soil, Black Soil greeted him with a bow, "Military Chief, many martial artists and representatives of martial path factions came this morning to inquire about the... Eh!?"

Black Soil was already staring at Zhang San’s face in shock and couldn’t help but ask, "Military Chief, who slapped you on the face? And the mark is still... quite vivid."

Nonsense!

A slap from someone of the Purple Mansion Realm wouldn’t be vivid?!

Zhang San cleared his throat softly and said, "Recently, during my cultivation, I’ve consumed too many cultivation pills. As ’all medicine has its poison,’ I was expelling the toxins from my body. It just so happened to form the shape of a handprint."

Black Soil nodded silently, thinking to himself: Saint Heir, are you dumb? Who would believe that?

Zhang San didn’t care whether others believed him or not; he decided just to go with that explanation!

"As for the bounties and invitations from the Shuofang Army, let them handle it as they see fit. After all, the purpose of establishing the Town Martial Office here in the north of Longyun Path is to provide martial artists with more opportunities. Since there are other opportunities available, let everyone judge for themselves. We at the Town Martial Office are just here to help everyone, not to intervene in their affairs. Just convey this message to them."

Black Soil was taken aback upon hearing Zhang San’s words.

Because this was akin to Zhang San relinquishing control over these martial artists, allowing those who wanted to choose the Lingwu Army to do so and those who preferred the Shuofang Army to join them.

But everyone knew that on the Lingwu Army’s side, there were only the normal bounties for slaying Tujue martial artists, whereas the Shuofang Army reportedly offered additional rewards.

Meanwhile, on the Lingwu Army’s side, you had to achieve certain battle merits before you could possibly move with the army, and after spending enough time with the troops, if you felt you could adapt to military life, only then consider joining the Lingwu Army.

As for the Shuofang Army, not only was the reward increased, they were even promising a swift inclusion into their ranks.

Keep in mind that many martial path factions originally planned to join the military, allowing their sects to grow within it, so in the future, they wouldn’t have to care about the opinions of the Town Martial Office.

Although Black Soil knew that following Zhang San’s command would surely lead many people to join the Shuofang Army, since it was Zhang San’s order, he had to execute it.

At that moment, Zhang San added, "Oh, one more thing—summon Chu Can for me."

Black Soil had always been puzzled as to why Zhang San would favor Chu Can, but he went to call him over anyway.

A short while later, Chu Can arrived and, seeing the handprint on Zhang San’s face, asked curiously, "Who hit you?"

"I was practicing here and pushed the internal congestion out, leaving this mark," Zhang San answered.

"Did you push the toxins toward your brain?"

Zhang San coughed to cover up his embarrassment.

"I’ve called you here because there is a task I need you to carry out."

"Who do I kill?" Chu Can asked coldly, then added, "Can I eat it?"

Zhang San grinned and said, "Don’t always think about fighting and killing. Come here, I’ll tell you what you need to do..."

After sharing his plan with Chu Can, Chu Can nodded and promptly left the Town Martial Office.

Zhang San took a deep breath. With the plan all set, all that was left was to wait for the drama at Mei Fei’s end to unfold.

Afterward, Black Soil reported to Zhang San the recent affairs within the Town Martial Office and snitched that Feng Wenqing and Feng Bubian were always out gallivanting, barely taking care of the office’s matters.

Zhang San didn’t really care about that; Feng Bubian was his servant and had signed a contract with him.

Feng Wenqing had also agreed to help manage the Town Martial Office, so if the two could go out and have fun, it meant that all affairs at the office must have been handled well.

After dealing with official duties, Zhang San came to the gate and saw the two old grandpas basking in the sun.

So, Zhang San also had someone bring over a rocking chair for himself to sit in the middle, joining the two old grandpas in sunbathing.

"Zhang San, what’s with the slap mark on your face?"

"Wasn’t because you were flirting with some young girl and got smacked, was it?"

"Do you guys know the Principal Officer Xuanwu of the Town Martial Office?"

Yu Jinluo fell silent for a moment, then said, "I’ve crossed hands with her; she’s formidable. I’m not her match either."

Yang Huanshui sighed, "A powerhouse of the Purple Mansion Realm, I’m not daring to provoke her now either!"

Zhang San retorted, "Tell me, why are all these strong cultivators at the Purple Mansion Realm so petty? I complimented her daughter and she slapped me across the face. Is that reasonable?"

Yang Huanshui immediately said, "That’s unreasonable!"

Yu Jinluo asked curiously, "How did you compliment her?"

"I said her daughter’s butt was perkier than hers! Just for that, she slapped me! Is that reasonable?"

Yang Huanshui let out a cold laugh and said, "That’s very reasonable!"

"Old Yang! That’s not what you just said!"

"Who asked you to keep staring at someone’s butt!"

"I looked, but didn’t keep staring. Besides, she was wearing pants."

"Then what else do you want to see? If you want to see without pants, that wouldn’t just be a slap on the face!"

Zhang San sighed.

"Such a pure person I am, you guys, ah! Always misunderstanding me! My heart is hurt, so deeply hurt. Without a method to quickly find my own Divine Treasure, I can’t compensate for this heartache."

The two old men heard this and realized they had been waiting for this moment.

"If you want guidance, just say it, be a bit more polite!"

"Exactly!"

"I heard that a new Welcoming Spring Pavilion has opened up in Spring Breeze Town. The girls there are not bad. How about I treat you two elders to appreciate their company?"

"Fine (I’m not that kind of person)!"

After the two old men finished speaking, they exchanged glances, their expressions complex.

Yang Huanshui chuckled, "Alright, just leave some money. The two of us will go out and treat ourselves to something nice."

After saying this, Yang Huanshui advised, "The Five Viscera Wheel Seas contain the Divine Treasures, but the Divine Treasure is naturally a manifestation of the cultivator themselves. It’s the very concept of use it or lose it. If you use it frequently, by perceiving it through your body, naturally you’ll easily find the Divine Treasure hidden within the Seas of Wheels."

Zhang San couldn’t help but think of when he met Hu Xingxiang, and how his two Kidney Divine Treasures fully awakened in an instant!

Understood!

"Thank you, two elders. This isn’t much gold, but it should be enough for you two to go out and casually enjoy some abalone."

Zhang San said this as he tossed a bag of gold and left Spring Breeze Town, heading straight for the army camp.

Hu Xingxiang had just finished arranging her tent and convinced her cousin Hu Jing’an not to worry about her, persuading Hu Jing’an to move into a separate tent.

Just then, Zhang San, who had rushed back, entered the tent.

By that time, the slap mark on Zhang San’s face had faded. Seeing Hu Xingxiang, he walked over and embraced her in his arms.

"What are you doing?"

"Well... it’s not that I want to hold you and take advantage of you, this is a cultivation method I just learned. Come, get closer, listen to my heartbeat."