Zhang San, please behave yourself!
Chapter 545 - 507: My Lord, Please Accept This Rebellious Son!

Chapter 545: Chapter 507: My Lord, Please Accept This Rebellious Son!

Zhang San hadn’t figured out what was going on when he saw the father and son kneel before him, leaving him utterly bewildered as he glanced over at Changsun Bubai.

What the hell is this situation!?

However, Zhang San could tell from Changsun Bubai’s expression that Changsun Bubai was equally shocked. What the hell is this situation!?

Just then, the middle-aged man kneeling on the ground addressed Zhang San with cupped hands and exclaimed, "Benevolent sir above, please accept a bow from Li Wude."

The boy of about sixteen or seventeen immediately kowtowed to Zhang San and said, "Benevolent sir above, please accept a bow from Li Sandao."

At this moment, Zhang San, with a dumbfounded face, asked, "Gentlemen... could you have mistaken me for someone else? I don’t seem to have met you before!"

Kneeling on the ground, Li Wude promptly inquired, "Could it be that the benevolent sir’s name is Zhang San?"

Zhang San nodded, "Yes, I am indeed named Zhang San."

"That’s right! More than ten years ago, you saved my entire family’s lives. My family was being pursued by the Demon Clan, and we were in imminent danger when you, benevolent sir, descended like divine intervention with your Divine Weapon, slaughtering the demons and saving my entire family."

"Back then, I asked for your name, and you only gave me the character ’Zhang’."

"Later, as you were about to leave, I pressed for your full name, and you gestured with your hand to tell me your name was ’San’."

Li Sandao, still kneeling, immediately made an OK gesture towards Zhang San and said, "Benevolent sir, this was the hand gesture you made back then!"

Upon seeing it, Zhang San thought the gesture indeed resembled something he would do.

"Gentlemen! I am indeed called Zhang San, and I can indeed make that gesture. But the problem is... ten years ago, I was only eight years old! How could an eight-year-old me possibly have saved your entire family?"

Hearing this, Li Wude became somewhat confused.

For all these years, he had often dreamed of the moment he was rescued, and the image of Zhang San’s face appeared repeatedly in his mind. He had been so excited to see Zhang San that he had forgotten that the young man in front of him was probably not very old ten years ago.

At that moment, Changsun Bubai came over and helped Li Wude to his feet.

"Perhaps it was an elder of the Zhang family who saved you."

Li Sandao, who was still kneeling, then said, "Benevolent sir, back then you used a Mo Blade with a special ratio, and I’ve just recently had someone imitate that Mo Blade to forge one. Please take a look!"

As he spoke, Li Sandao took out a Mo Blade from his Storage Ring and presented it with both hands.

Zhang San took the Mo Blade and examined it.

The blade was nine feet long, with a four-foot blade and a five-foot hilt, a proportion differing from the standard military Mo Blade—it was longer. But when Zhang San took it in hand and made some gestures, he found the size ideally suitable for himself.

"This... is indeed the proportion I’ve been looking for. I had the Forging Slaves from Tujue helping me all this while, continuously trying, but never found the right proportion. It turns out I needed to make it longer, to forge it following this ratio! This is my blade! This is the blade I’ve been wanting!"

Hearing what Zhang San had said, Li Sandao smiled proudly at his grandfather, Li Wude.

See, I understand our benefactor the best!

Li Wude, standing beside them, had initially begun to accept that the one who had saved his family all those years ago might be an elder of the Zhang family.

However, he never expected that when his son presented the blade, Zhang San’s perception of it would cause him to waver again.

"They say that at the pinnacle of the Purple Mansion Realm, one can tear through space and travel thousands of miles in one step. Could it be, one day in the future, you, Zhang San, might tear through time and return to the past to save the entire Li Family?"

Li Wude voiced the suspicion in his heart.

Zhang San, manipulating the Mo Blade in his hand, smiled, shook his head, and said, "Mr. Li, you are too kind. I, Zhang San, don’t possess such abilities. However, your son’s blade felt incredibly fitting the moment I touched it. I will trouble you to lend it to me later so I can have someone forge one to this scale that suits my use."

Changsun Bubai had heard in earlier years that the Li Family had encountered trouble but had been fortunate to encounter a savior. In gratitude, they even erected a Longevity Plaque for the benefactor at home.

They would also offer sacrifices during festivals and on anniversaries.

On the other hand, Zhang San’s innate talent in cultivation and rapid progress made Changsun Bubai realize that it wouldn’t take many years for Zhang San to catch up with him. As for reaching the Purple Mansion Realm, it would be effortless.

Such a genius should not be overlooked.

Consequently, he squeezed Li Wude’s hand and then made a significant gesture toward Zhang San.

Being able to become Changsun Bubai’s in-law, Li Wude was naturally no foolishly honest man—he was shrewd at heart.

"Although things from the past and future are hard to clarify, the benefactor who saved my Li Family back then was named Zhang San, and the benefactor I see now is also named Zhang San. With the same name, identical appearance, and even the same weapon. You are the benefactor of my Li Family! Since the benefactor is in the Lingwu Army, Li Wude has an impertinent request. After my rebellious son was rescued by you, he has thought of you constantly, took you as a role model for his life, and saw you as a hero in his heart. I hope the benefactor would take my unworthy son as a disciple."

As Li Wude spoke, he kicked the still grinning and kneeling Li Sandao on the buttocks.

Li Sandao instantly understood and began kowtowing towards Zhang San immediately.

"Master above, please accept your disciple’s bow!"

Zhang San cracked a smile, "I still haven’t fully understood the Five Viscera Wheel Seas, and I’m supposed to take you as a disciple?"

But on second thought, this Li Family was able to become in-laws with the Changsun family, so they shouldn’t be a minor household.

And seeing Li Sandao decked out in gold and silver, he also seemed to be a rich young master. Taking such a disciple didn’t seem like a loss.

Besides, he was there to support Changsun Bubai’s face.

Taking Li Sandao as his disciple, as the saying goes, "Once a teacher, forever a father," and later he could even help Changsun Bubai educate this future son-in-law, all things considered, it seemed like a good deal.

"It’s possible, but..."

Zhang San knew that although he had agreed inwardly, he couldn’t appear too eager on the surface.

After all, as a benefactor, it wasn’t reasonable to agree to any request that came his way.

"My name is Zhang San, and I have the numeral ’three’ in my name, and this..."

Li Sandao immediately said, "The reason I changed my name to Li Sandao was precisely to remind myself of the kindness you showed to the Li Family. My original name is Li Xuanmin. Now, Li Xuanmin is asking for the master to bestow a new name."

Upon hearing the request to give a name, Zhang San frowned slightly.

Given the names he had chosen for Hu and Hei, his skills in naming seemed to be lacking, even more inclined towards calamity.

"A great man born between heaven and earth ought to establish grand ambitions and great achievements, to repay the nation! How about... you be called Li Jianguo?"

Upon hearing this name, Li Wude’s legs went soft, and noticing his son was about to agree, he hurriedly kicked him again and then clasped his hands towards Zhang San, saying, "Benefactor, this name really isn’t appropriate; it seems a bit presumptuous."

Zhang San realized this and agreed.

In this era, having the name Jianguo did indeed seem a bit suspect in intent.

"Then how about Jianjun?"

Li Wude was sweating profusely.

"Benefactor, this name also sounds... too grand."

Zhang San thought about it, indeed, what was a commoner doing ’forming an army’? Was he intending to overthrow the Imperial Court?

"Then, how about Jianmin? Li Jianmin, how about that?"

Li Wude grimaced.

Although it was not appropriate to be too presumptuous, the sound of "Jianmin" felt somewhat unsavory.

Zhang San noticed Li Wude’s expression and guessed that he had thought of the homophonic pun.

Indeed, once it related to Jianguo, it was unavoidable for homophonic puns to arise.

"Your original name was Li Xuanmin, right? Henceforth, you shall be Li Xuanmin. The character ’Xuan’ is exceptionally apt."

Li Wude pondered carefully, life is about the choices one makes, even though people claim it’s about striving and moving forward. Often, it is the choices that matter more than the efforts.

Kneeling on the ground, Li Sandao also thought the character ’Xuan’ was good.

Choose what and you’ll hit what!

A good omen!

"Li Xuanmin thanks the master for bestowing a name," Li Xuanmin said, and proceeded to kowtow repeatedly towards Zhang San.