C19 An Astonishing Reward

"If a horse dies, I'll compensate Saner at a discounted price. You can't beat my men!"

Zhang Heng gritted his teeth and said with an expressionless face.

"Compensation?"

Zhang Fuyuan, the steward, seemed to have heard a huge joke. He laughed so hard that his fat started to shake. "Ridiculous. Can a poor dog like you afford to compensate? Let me tell you, I'm going to hit someone. What can you do about it?"

As he spoke, he gave a meaningful glance to the black and strong young man beside him.

"Zhang San, I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of the steward!"

The young man raised the horsewhip in his hand and swung it at Zhang San's face. Zhang San was so scared that he trembled, but he didn't dare to dodge. Zhang Heng reacted quickly and reached out his hand to grab it. With a wave of his hand, he snatched the horsewhip away.

"Beat him to death! If anything happens, I'll take responsibility!"

Zhang Fuyuan, the steward, cursed angrily.

The swarthy youth immediately gritted his teeth and pounced forward. His fist shadows flew in all directions, and he used the Crouching Tiger Fist!

This youth! With a cultivation of the fourth rank, he practiced the Tiger Subduing Fist.

The fist technique was executed in a forceful and overbearing manner, and every punch hit the flesh, directly hitting the weak spot.

"Ignorant fool, you actually dare to fight with me, Young Family Head!"

Zhang Heng sneered. He immediately used the Stone-Breaking Fist to counter the attack.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three ear-piercing explosions could be heard. The young man's fist force was easily received by Zhang Heng, and the two fists that followed immediately entered the young man's arm. With two cracking sounds, the bones in the young man's hand broke.

"Wah, my arm bone is broken. . . "

The swarthy youth hugged his arm and rolled on the ground.

"Ding! Congratulations to host for defeating the enemy. Obtained 200 experience points! '"

The system notification rang in his ears.

"Rebellion, rebellion. . . "

Zhang Fuyuan, the steward, was just about to watch a good show. Who would have thought that his subordinate would not be a match for him? He was so angry that smoke was rising from his seven orifices.

"Lord steward, you have bullied my brother Zhang San quite a lot. Today, shouldn't you settle the score?"

Zhang Heng clenched his fist until it made a cracking sound. He walked towards Manager Zhang Fuyuan with a playful smile.

"You, what do you want to do? Let me tell you, I am the true steward of Zhang family. If you dare to touch even a hair of mine, aren't you afraid that the patriarch will sentence you to death?"

Zhang Fuyuan, the steward, warned him while trembling.

Although he was the steward of the Zhang family and had a high position in the family, he didn't practice martial arts. He only relied on his connections to get into the position of steward. If they really fought, he would have nowhere to run with his fat body.

"Bang!"

Without saying another word, Zhang Heng threw the two hundred jin steward, Zhang Fuyuan, to the ground with a single punch.

"Ding!"

"Received 1 experience point!"

The system notification rang in his ears.

"What? You only have 1 experience point to beat this fat pig?"

Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows and revealed a look of disdain. He secretly laughed in his heart, "Looks like even the system doesn't care about this fat pig!"

"Someone, come and kill me. . . "

Zhang Fuyuan's nose was directly broken by a punch. His nose was bleeding and he was currently lying on the ground, screaming for help at the top of his lungs.

"It's over, this is going to be a huge disaster. . . "

Zhang San was so scared that he fell to the ground.

Zhang Heng helped Zhang San up and comforted him, "San'er, listen to my orders. From now on, your salary will be increased by ten times, fifty taels of silver a year!"

"Really. . . Really?"

Zhang San looked at Zhang Heng in disbelief and gasped in excitement.

"When did I ever lie to you?"

Zhang Heng grinned and suddenly changed the topic. "However, if you want to get a higher salary, you must complete a mission. "

"What mission? As long as Young Family Head says it, even if it's going to be a mountain of swords or a sea of fire, I won't hesitate to do it. "

Zhang San patted his chest loudly.

"Beat up that old dog, Zhang Fuyuan!"

Zhang Heng said in a deep voice.

"Beat. . . Hit the steward?"

Zhang San was stunned. He looked at Zhang Heng with some hesitation, but soon he gritted his teeth and made up his mind. He rushed forward and punched and kicked the steward Zhang Fuyuan. The steward's face was swollen and swollen. He screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

"Haha, this feels good!"

Zhang San burst into laughter. He wanted to vent his anger as much as possible in his heart!

Da Da Da.

At this moment, two fast horses flew over from afar. The leader of the horses was an old man with white hair and beard. He was the Great Elder of Zhang family, Zhang Maosen.

On the back of the horse was a tall and sturdy man wearing plate armor. He carried a heavy sword on his back, and he had a stern expression on his face. It was obvious that he wasn't someone to be trifled with.

"Grand Elder, you have to make the decision for me!"

When the steward, Zhang Fuyuan, saw the person who had come, he immediately crawled towards the horse that Zhang Maosen was riding and cried. He complained with tears and snot, "Young Family Head has rebelled with the coachman. He actually dares to hit an elder like me! Hurry up and catch them. Kill them immediately!"

Zhang Maosen frowned slightly and looked at Zhang Fuyuan coldly.

"Great Elder. "

When Zhang Heng saw Zhang Maosen, he smiled and greeted him.

Zhang Maosen smiled and nodded. He jumped off the horse and helped Manager Zhang Fuyuan up. Before Manager Zhang Fuyuan continued to scold Zhang Heng, he impatiently interrupted, "Zhang Fuyuan, Young Family Head is the future family head. He is above everyone else! Even if I am going to teach you a lesson, it is not a bad idea. I advise you not to make things worse, or else it will be even more embarrassing! "

Steward Zhang Fuyuan's fat and swollen face instantly stiffened, and his lips trembled non-stop.

"Great Elder. You. . . You. . . "

Steward Zhang Fuyuan wanted to cry but had no tears. He even wanted to die.

" I. . . I want to tell the patriarch to help me. . . "

Zhang Fuyuan said while gnashing his teeth in anger, as if he was unwilling to give up.

"Hehe, Zhang Fuyuan, the Great Elder has already spoken, yet you are still stubborn. It seems like you are not putting the Great Elder in your eyes!"

Zhang Heng walked towards Zhang Fuyuan with a cold smile on his face. He clenched his fist so tightly that cracking sounds could be heard, "Since you are determined to make this matter big, I might as well give you another beating. I would like to see what the Patriarch can do to me!"

"You. . . What are you doing?"

Zhang Fuyuan was so scared that he almost peed his pants when he saw Zhang Heng approaching him.

Bang!

Zhang Heng threw a punch, sending Zhang Fuyuan flying. He fell heavily to the ground.

"Ding! Congratulations to host for defeating the enemy. Obtained 1 experience point! '"

The system notification rang in his ears and it was filled with malice.

This punch made Zhang Fuyuan scream miserably. He rolled on the ground and could not get up from the ground for a long time.

"Great Elder, you saw it all! This Zhang Heng has offended his superiors. He wants to rebel. You have to make the decision for me. . . "

Tears and snot covered Zhang Fuyuan's face. He wailed and begged for Zhang Maosen's protection.

"Cough cough, I didn't see anything just now. What happened?"

Zhang Maosen cleared his throat and looked at Zhang Fuyuan innocently.

"Didn't see anything?"

Zhang Fuyuan spat out a pool of blood. He was so angry that he fainted on the spot.

"Kid, hurry up and send Zhang Fuyuan to the hospital. If you delay it. . . I'm going to ask you. "

Zhang Maosen bent over to examine Zhang Fuyuan's injuries, clapped his hands, and ordered the dark skinned youth who was kneeling on the ground and trembling.

The swarthy youth felt as if he had been granted amnesty. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times to Zhang Maosen and Zhang Heng. Only then did he forcefully endure the heart-piercing pain of his broken tendons and bones. He dragged Zhang Fuyuan's fat body onto the carriage, and then he staggered onto the carriage and escaped.

"Great Elder, why are you here?"

Zhang Heng looked at Zhang Maosen with a smile.

"You brat, you really are a troublemaker. If you don't cause trouble, you will feel uncomfortable all over. . . "

Zhang Maosen glared at Zhang Heng and suddenly laughed, "I used the hundred-year-old Lingzhi to cook a pot of soup last night. After drinking it, I had a cold that had troubled me for a few months. Finally recovered. Today, I have specially come to thank you, but you are not in your residence. I heard from Xiao Yaen that you came to the stables, so I came to see you. I also wanted to urge you to cultivate. "

Zhang Heng suddenly understood. He looked at Zhang Maosen with a smile and said, "Great Elder, don't worry. During the family competition, I will definitely get rid of my previous shame and win glory for the Zhang family! No one amongst the young generation of the three families will be my match!"

Zhang Heng had already stepped into the Martial Cultivation Sixth Layer, so he had absolute confidence in killing his peers.

"Zhang Heng, don't let your guard down. I received the news this morning. Lee Wei of Lee family has successfully broken through to the Martial Cultivation Sixth Layer with the help of the three elders of Lee family. You might not be a match for him if you meet him!"

Zhang Maosen said solemnly, "I'm here today to guide you in your cultivation, so that you can improve your cultivation base as soon as possible. "

"Hehe, Lee Wei has already broken through to the Martial Cultivation Sixth Layer?"

Zhang Heng shook his head and smiled. He shook his head disapprovingly and said, "Great Elder, to tell you the truth, I have also broken through to the Martial Cultivation Sixth Layer. Furthermore, I will be able to break through to the seventh level of the Martial Path in a few days!"

"What!? Zhang Heng, are you joking?"

Zhang Maosen gasped, not daring to believe his ears.

Zhang Heng had just recovered his cultivation not long ago and had broken through to the first rank of the Martial Path. He had only broken through to the second level of the Martial Path in ten days' time, and he had already broken through to the Martial Cultivation Sixth Layer?

What kind of cultivation speed was this?

"Hehe, Great Elder, watch carefully!"

Zhang Heng licked his lips and started to urge the spirit energy in his body with all his strength. Very soon, the boundless spirit energy started to surge wildly. A powerful spirit energy wave spread out from Zhang Heng's body, causing the formation energy to explode.

"This. . . This is the spiritual energy fluctuation of a Martial Cultivation Sixth Layer!"

Zhang Maosen felt the wildly surging spirit energy in the air and his eyes widened in shock. "In terms of the strength of the spirit energy, many martial artists at the seventh rank of the Martial Path might not be as strong as you!"

Zhang San, who was watching from the side, was even more shocked. He took a few steps back in fear, afraid that he would be affected by the terrifying spirit energy fluctuation.

"Zhang Heng, you. . . How did you cultivate?"

The Great Elder, Zhang Maosen, was experienced and knowledgeable, but he had never seen anyone with Zhang Heng's cultivation speed. He looked into Zhang Heng's eyes. It was as if he was looking at a monstrous genius.

"Hehe, the secrets of the heavens must not be revealed. "

Zhang Heng chuckled, purposely keeping them in suspense.

"Good, good, good! Hahaha, Zhang Heng, you have really surprised me!"

Zhang Maosen laughed loudly and patted Zhang Heng's shoulder. His eyes were filled with gratification. "Since that's the case, I will guide you in the cultivation of martial skills. Your cultivation level is not lower than Lee Wei's. As long as you are more proficient in martial skills, I believe you will be able to wash away your shame in the Family Competition!"

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