All Heavens: A Role-Playing System Starting from Tianlong

Chapter 110 A lot of people stayed up late last night.

Zhang Cheng nodded: "She's been busy with something lately and happens to need manpower. As the heir of the Zhennan Prince's Mansion, you should be able to help her with the affairs within Dali. You can tell her that I asked you to help."

Duan Yu was overjoyed, his previous gloom vanishing: "If I can help the fairy sister, then I will have no regrets even if I die!"

He rubbed his hands together and asked eagerly, "By the way, I wonder where the Fairy Sister is now—"

Zhang Cheng pointed downstairs: "She's been busy with what I just mentioned, so she's probably already gone out. Just wait for her to come back at the inn entrance."

Upon hearing this, Duan Yu bowed deeply to Zhang Cheng, thanked him, and hurriedly ran away.

Zhang Cheng watched Duan Yu leave, and only after the boy was far away did he turn his head and whisper to the person next to him, "Boss Duan, aren't you going to do anything about him? Don't tell me you can't see that Sister Li is no ordinary person."

With a creak, Duan Yanqing pushed open the door and slowly walked onto the porch.

"It's not too late to find out now. I have plenty of time to bring Yu'er back before that senior surnamed Li returns."

Zhang Cheng immediately guessed that the old man hadn't slept all night either. He figured his son couldn't sleep in the hallway, so the father had been keeping watch over him from inside the room – it must have been tough for him.

Zhang Cheng was eager to finish treating Granny Tong as soon as possible so he could go back and spend time with the two little ones. Therefore, he didn't play the riddle-taker and quickly revealed Sister Li's secret in just a few words.

After hearing this, Duan Yanqing seemed to be deep in thought: "I never imagined that there were such sects and such people in the world. I am truly ignorant."

He paused, then suddenly changed the subject: "If that's the case, it wouldn't be unreasonable for Yu'er to pursue her."

Zhang Cheng looked at him incredulously: "Boss Duan, have you lost your mind because of that kid?"

Duan Yanqing remained expressionless: "Anyway, with your connection, I doubt the other party would dare to kill Yu'er."

If he offends someone, he can learn a lesson by suffering a little; if he succeeds, Yu'er will gain a powerful ally. Either way, he'll benefit, so why not?

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked back to his room, closing the door behind him.

Zhang Cheng stood there, thinking to himself: You've got a big heart as a father.

He shook his head and walked towards Granny Tong's room. When he reached the door, before he could even knock, a muffled voice came from inside, "Come in."

Zhang Cheng pushed open the door as instructed and entered, finding Granny Tong sitting cross-legged on the bed, practicing her internal energy. As soon as he entered, Granny Tong began to glare at him.

Zhang Cheng felt uneasy under her gaze: "Sister Wu, why are you looking at me like that?"

"It's nothing," the old woman said coldly, withdrawing her gaze.

Zhang Cheng walked to the bedside and sat down: "You don't look like you're nothing. I am your sect leader, so just say what you have to say."

Granny Tong remained silent. Zhang Cheng looked her up and down, then asked uncertainly, "You stayed up all night yesterday too? But with your cultivation level, you shouldn't be in this state after just one day without sleep."

These words stirred up a hornet's nest. The old woman immediately retorted, "It's all because of you, you rascal, your lewd behavior during the day, keeping such a disturbance to my peace!"

"Hey, we didn't make much of a commotion yesterday, did we?" Zhang Cheng asked innocently. "Sister Wu, you really came to eavesdrop?"

The old woman's face flushed red, whether from anger or something else, it was hard to tell: "Grandma's cultivation is too high, and her hearing is too good. Even if I don't want to hear it, I've already heard it. What should I do?"

Seeing her face turn red, as if she was about to have a martial arts demonstration with him, Zhang Cheng quickly changed the subject: "Alright, alright, it was indeed my fault."

Didn't I leave my wife early this morning to come and help you heal your injuries? Let's start early today and finish this sooner.

After I finish my practice, I'll go check on the two girls to see how they're recovering. If they're alright, we'll continue on our way.

The old woman snorted, which was taken as an agreement.

Zhang Cheng found a clean piece of cloth on the table to wrap his severed finger later.

He flicked his left index finger with sword energy, and a severed part of his right index finger fell to the ground. Then he held his bleeding right hand to the old woman's mouth.

The old woman took it and put it in her mouth. After sucking for a while, she suddenly mumbled indistinctly, "Why is your mouth so close to the post station again? Why is your blood so badly affected today? Do you need some more nourishment?"

(Has your cultivation improved recently? Why does the blood smell different today? It seems more nourishing?)

Zhang Cheng didn't hear her clearly and pulled his finger out of her mouth: "What nonsense are you spouting? I didn't understand a word you said. If we want to talk, can't we just open our mouths?"

The old woman rolled her eyes at him and said irritably, "I said your blood doesn't taste right. Did you do anything yesterday?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Cheng put his still-healed index finger into his mouth and tasted it twice, then took it out: "Is there any change? I don't feel anything. Logically speaking, my sense of taste should be more developed than yours. I don't know how you and Sister Li developed that ability to distinguish the effects of medicine."

Grandma Tong stared blankly as he put the finger he had just pulled from her mouth into his own. When she realized what was happening, her face flushed crimson.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but couldn't utter a single word. In shame and anger, she raised her hand and punched Zhang Cheng.

With the combined support of protective inner energy and physical strength, the punch didn't hurt much, but it made quite a loud noise.

Zhang Cheng looked at the old woman with her head down, completely bewildered: "Why did you suddenly punch me? Besides, have some decency, okay? Other people are still sleeping at this hour."

"Mind your own business!" Granny Tong angrily grabbed Zhang Cheng's hand back, habitually put it back in her mouth, and then suddenly realized something was wrong, freezing on the spot.

Zhang Cheng was still completely confused, wondering: What's wrong with the old lady? Could it be that she's having her period? Or is she just feeling anxious because she didn't sleep well last night?

From a scientific perspective, Zhang Cheng was quite curious whether the Xiaoyao Sect's extraordinary skills, which maintained the physical body in this state, could actually allow a ninety-year-old to still have menstruation.

However, it would be too presumptuous to ask such a question, so I decided against it.

The two stood frozen in place, neither uttering a word.

After waiting for a while, Zhang Cheng noticed that his index finger had grown back. He then told the old woman, took out his finger, cut it off, and handed it back to her.

This time, the old woman didn't cause any more trouble. She silently accepted it and lowered her head to put it in her mouth.

The two then began their cultivation separately, and the room fell silent for a moment.

Two and a half hours later, the sun was rising higher, and it was time for breakfast.

Zhang Cheng gently patted Tong Lao's shoulder: "Sister Wu, let's pause for a while. I'll go get breakfast for the two little maids in the room, and I'll come see you again later."

He pulled his finger out and prepared to get up. Suddenly, the old woman reached out and grabbed his arm.