C48 Too damn rich!

The sword flew out like it had a mind of its own.

Following behind the sword was a strand of purple qi that seemingly came from the east.

Swish!

The sword qi was like a dragon, unrestrained and ferocious.

Zhan Tianming turned into a ray of sharp sword aura and disappeared.

In that instant, it was as if the entire world had frozen in place. The only thing left in the world was a sword mark that came flying from the east.

The sword qi rushed from the heavens and ostensibly covered the entire sky, shadowing even the sun itself.

The sword light was blinding.

𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨!

The sword light flickered past.

Then, everything went still.

Even the air in that area grew tranquil.

After the attack, Zhan Tianming immediately returned the Divine Punisher Sword to the system space. That attack not only devoured one portion of the beast blood essence, but it devoured some of his own blood essence too.

Behind him, Zhan Qian just stood there motionless, still maintaining his sword stance.

Zhan Tianming had long since executed his attack, but Zhan Qian had yet to even move an inch.

In the end, Zhan Tianming had to walk to his opponent, who stood rooted in his place and pat him to wake him from his reverie.

Pat, pat, pat...

"Remember, this is the real Sword from the East."

"Yours is just a useless copy."

Zhan Qian opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Following the light pats from Zhan Tianming, his entire body collapsed.

"Ding, dong!"

"Congratulations! Host Zhan Tianming has killed Zhan Qian. You are rewarded with 20,000 experience points, Small Revitalizing Pellets (x3), True Qi Pill (x3), 1,000 taels of silver, Treasure Map (x1), and Secret Scripture of the Light Wind Sword Technique (x1)."

"Ding, dong!"

"Discovered foreign secret manual, Light Wind Sword Technique, middle rank. Do you wish to learn it?"

"Light Wind Sword Technique?"

"That fake sword technique? Only idiots would wanna learn that damned thing!"

"No!"

Zhan Tianming did not care at all.

However, what was that treasure map?

'Forget it. I'll look into it later.'

'Right now, gotta see that beauty. Hehehe...'

Zhan Tianming walked over, circling around them dead idiots, and laughed, "Beautiful girl, is there anything I can help you with?"

Fu Shiyao looked at Zhan Tianming with a pale face.

In her heart, she was utterly stupefied.

Unexpectedly, Zhan Tianming possessed such a powerful strength.

One slash!

Despite being a mere one-star Martial Practitioner, all it took him was a single sword strike to instantly kill Kai Qian, a seven-star Martial Practitioner.

Then, there was that peerless divine weapon.

Oh my god!

'What kind of weirdo is this guy in front of me?'

Fu Shiyao hated killing people.

She also hated people who liked to kill.

So, she no longer had a good impression of Zhan Tianming. She couldn't help it—she hated anyone who treated life with such carelessness.

Seeing that Zhan Tianming did not even bat an eyelid after killing a human, she believed that he was a bad guy.

People who could kill with no remorse were the ones she hated the most.

"No need," Fu Shiyao said coldly.

She was already trapped because of the acupuncture, so she couldn't move at all. Yet, she did not want to receive help from someone like Zhan Tianming.

"You really don't need it?" Zhan Tianming asked again.

Fu Shiyao's face was ice-cold, and she did not answer.

"K, then."

Zhan Tianming shrugged and then walked towards the unconscious Tang Erpao.

"Go and lick him until he wakes up."

Zhan Tianming transmitted a thought to the Three-Tailed Thunderwolf.

The Three-Tailed Thunderwolf walked over.

The wolf extended its long, blood-red tongue and licked Tang Erpao's face.

Soon, Tang Erpao's face was drowned in saliva.

Seemingly in a sweet-lewd dream, Tang Erpao pursed his lips and licked the saliva off his lips. Zhan Tianming felt extremely disgusted and almost vomited.

'Damn! Furries to the win, I guess.'

'Wow... He is really getting into it, isn't he?'

Zhan Tianming could not bear to watch any longer; he really wanted to vomit.

However, Tang Erpao soon woke from his stupor, but before he could even react to what had happened, he saw a gigantic face up close.

'This face...'

"Damn it!" Tang Erpao was shocked.

He fainted again.

"Ugh..."

Zhan Tianming was speechless.

Wasn't this a bit too cowardly?

Following that, Zhan Tianming waved his hand, signaling the Three-Tailed Thunderwolf to retreat two steps.

He walked forward and activated the Nine Dragons Palm Technique. He enveloped his palm with true qi so that he could deliver powerful strikes without hurting his skin.

Following that, he grabbed Tang Erpao with his other hand.

Pah, pah, pah...

Pah, pah, pah...

A dozen slaps rained down on Tang Erpao's face.

When the unconscious Tang Erpao woke up, he didn't dare open his eyes and just let the stinging pain sink in.

Zhan Tianming then dispersed the true qi on his palm.

"Luckily, I didn't get smeared with the Demonic Wolf's saliva."

Zhan Tianming looked at his hands.

All the saliva from the wolf was knocked away by the true qi on his hands.

All the saliva from the wolf was knocked away by the true qi on his hands.

Zhan Tianming kicked Tang Erpao, scaring Tang Erpao so much that he immediately stood up and looked around in fear and unease.

Before long, his gaze fell on Zhan Qian's dead body.

As soon as Tang Erpao saw the body, his pupils constricted and now looked like sand grains.

'D-dead?'

Senior Brother Qian, who was a seven-star Martial Practitioner, was actually dead.

His heart instantly shook.

Fear spread throughout his body.

If Tang Erpao was afraid before, he was terrified now.

When he secretly looked at Zhan Tianming, his eyes were filled with fear.

When Zhan Tianming's gaze swept over, Tang Erpao's heart trembled, and he immediately lowered his head.

He did not dare to look straight into Zhan Tianming's eyes.

"The hell!"

"What are you standing there for? Don't you know what you should do now?"

Zhan Tianming scolded.

Seeing Tang Erpao standing there foolishly, he got angry.

Was this fellow's braindead or something?

Tang Erpao immediately came to his senses after hearing the shout.

Plop! He knelt down in one fluid motion, seemingly well-versed.

"Grandfather... ?"

Now, Tang Erpao was kneeling on the ground and calling him grandfather with a genuine expression. Zhan Tianming couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

'Damn! Aren't you a little too quick?'

'I'll give a plus for that.'

'However...

'You wanted to kill me, so I can't let you off this easily, now can I?'

Zhan Tianming looked down at Tang Erpao condescendingly and asked, "You wanted to kill me earlier, right?"

After hearing the question, Tang Erpao's face changed.

"No, no. I dare not even think about that. It's all because of... Yeah, it's all because of that bastard, Zhan Qian. He made me do it!

"It's true! It's all his fault...

"There was nothing I could've done about it. If I didn't, he would've killed me."

Tang Erpao was about to tear up.

"Alright, alright!" Seeing that Tang Erpao was about to cry, Zhan Tianming was annoyed.

'Damn it. How can a 17–18 years old guy cry so easily?'

'Fuck!'

'No sense of shame and all that. He is just useless trash.'

'Look at that beauty over there.'

'Even that little girl is a hundred times stronger than you.'

Zhan Tianming turned stern and said solemnly, "Now, I will give you two choices."

"One, compensate me for my mental damages."

"Hmmm... I'll guess a thousand silver would be enough of a compensation since I'm generous."

"Two, reject the first one; I'll send you to hell where you can reunite with that idiot over there."

"I choose the first one."

The moment Zhan Tianming finished speaking, Tang Erpao unhesitatingly made a choice. After that, without waiting for Zhan Tianming to nod his head, he hurriedly took out a stack of silver notes and prepared to count them out to Zhan Tianming.

Whoosh!

Zhan Tianming instantly snatched all the banknotes.

1,000 taels.

2,000 taels.

3,000 silver taels!

'Holy hell!'

'So rich!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'

That wasn't all. Tang Erpao had multiple stacks of silver notes. Each stack was a 1,000 silver tael, and he had a total of 20 such stacks.

Wasn't this equivalent to 20,000 taels of silver?

'Too damn rich.'

He had checked Zhan Qian's body, and that pauper only had a thousand teals. Unexpectedly, this Tang Erpao was so freakin' rich.

Who carried 20,000 taels like that anyway?

Zhan Tianming did not speak; he just kept all the silver bills.

Tang Erpao just watched and did not dare to say a single word.

Finally, Zhan Tianming gave Tang Erpao a glance.

"Alright, you can scram now."