All Heavens: A Role-Playing System Starting from Tianlong

When the two returned to the inn, Yue Laosan had changed from lying down to sitting cross-legged to regulate his breathing, and his complexion had obviously improved a bit.

"Second brother, you're recovering quite well."

Zhang Cheng walked into the room and casually tossed the cloak he had bought for him over.

"Here, take this. Remember to wear it when you go out, so you don't scare anyone."

Yue Laosan caught it, but still stared intently at Zhang Cheng with his small round eyes.

Why are you glaring at me?

"I just can't figure it out!" After holding it in for a long time, Yue Laosan finally managed to utter this sentence.

"What?"

"I can't figure it out!" he raised his voice. "If you hadn't been really serious when you fought me before, that would have been fine!"

But why is it that your broken iron spear can pierce through my alligator snips made of fine iron?

I've never seen you imbue your weapon with internal energy like the boss!

As he spoke, he grabbed something from behind him and threw it on the ground with a thud.

Zhang Cheng and Mu Wanqing looked down and saw that Zhang Cheng's spear had been bent into a steel ring.

Seeing that he had broken Zhang Cheng's weapon, Mu Wanqing questioned him in an unhappy tone, "Why did you break his weapon?"

"Hmph! You have no right to speak, little brat!"

"Hey!"

Zhang Cheng was displeased upon hearing this.

He walked to the bedside, raised his hand, and slapped Yue Laosan on the head.

"Second brother, how dare you speak to Wanqing like that?"

Let me tell you, even though you're called the second oldest, and we're ranked by seniority among the three of us, you're actually the lowest in status.

Remember to call her Sister Wanqing when you see her in the future.

Yue Laosan's head tilted to the side after being slapped, his small eyes widening even more, clearly showing his dissatisfaction.

Zhang Cheng didn't give him a chance to refute, and continued:

"Also, aren't you mistaken about something?"

He leaned down and stared into Yue Laosan's eyes: "I am your boss now. Your time as boss is a thing of the past."

"Or perhaps..." Zhang Cheng revealed a malicious smile, "you're prepared to break your promise and act like a cowardly bastard?"

"Bullshit! I'd rather be a son of a bitch and a bastard!"

Yue Laosan was so angry that he was panting heavily, which aggravated his chest injury, and his face turned pale again.

"Look at you, a wounded soldier, what are you showing off for?" Zhang Cheng shook his head. "Trying to take my gun, huh? You think you're so tough?"

He bent down and picked up the iron spear that had been twisted into a steel ring on the ground. With a struggle of his hands, he slowly straightened it.

"Since you're going to admit fault, what difference does it make whether you know exactly what I did? So, will you feel better after you figure it out?"

"I'm saying I acknowledge you as my boss, but that doesn't mean you'll be my boss forever!"

Yue Laosan retorted, "The day I can beat you, it'll be my turn to be the boss! For that, of course I need to figure it out—that's called knowing yourself and your enemy!"

"Alright, second brother, that's ambitious." Zhang Cheng patted Yue Laosan on the shoulder. "Then how about this, you carry me on your back and think about it as you go."

Yue Laosan was taken aback: "What?"

"Carry me on your back. Don't you want to know your enemy? I'll give you the chance to experience it up close."

Yue Laosan was displeased, but he still reluctantly moved to the bedside and squatted down with his back to Zhang Cheng.

Zhang Cheng didn't stand on ceremony and climbed onto his back.

Although Yue Laosan was slightly injured, he was still physically strong and carrying Zhang Cheng on his back wasn't too difficult. He supported Zhang Cheng's legs with both hands and straightened up.

Mu Wanqing, watching from the side, was completely bewildered and couldn't help but speak up:

"Uncle Zhang, what's gotten into you this time?"

"Have you forgotten my unparalleled horsemanship?"

Mu Wanqing was taken aback at first, then realized what was happening, and her eyes widened slightly:

"The method you used to speed up Black Rose's growth, can it still be used on people?"

Zhang Cheng nodded.

Yue Laosan clearly noticed the changes in his body as well, his small eyes filled with shock: "This...this is..."

"You felt it, didn't you?" Zhang Cheng leaned on his back, his tone leisurely. "That's what your new boss is capable of. How about it, are you impressed?"

Yue Laosan didn't speak. He simply adjusted his breathing and began circulating his internal energy to accelerate the healing process.

Mu Wanqing stood aside, watching this scene, feeling that her worldview had been shaken.

She was arrogant and knowledgeable, after all, her master Qin Hongmian was a master of martial arts who could dominate a region in the martial arts world.

However, the "skills" that Zhang Cheng displayed were completely beyond her comprehension.

A strange roar could make her blood rush; riding a horse could make the horse run faster and with less effort.

Now it can even be used on people to accelerate injury recovery?

"Can this even be considered martial arts?" Mu Wanqing muttered to herself.

After a while, she recovered and asked in a low voice, "So, your method can speed up his recovery?"

"So what do we do now? Wait here until he recovers?"

"Of course not." Zhang Cheng shook his head: "Let's rest here for a while and get some food."

We'll set off once the second child's injuries have healed a little.

He then examined Yue Laosan's large, round head:

"Let him carry me on his back on the way, and I can continue to heal slowly."

After all, the Great Contest of Limitless Power is very important.

"By the way, should I get you another room next door? It'll be nice for you to rest."

Mu Wanqing shook her head and refused.

Although the inn was small, they were staying in superior rooms, so they didn't just have beds.

There was a square table and two chairs by the window in the room, and a small couch in the corner, enough for three people to rest.

Mu Wanqing casually moved a stool and sat down, then took out the wooden comb and small bronze mirror she always carried with her from her bosom and began to slowly and meticulously tidy her hair.

After finishing her haircut, she put on the wooden hairpin that Zhang Cheng had just picked out in the market, rested her chin on her hands and leaned on the table, just looking at Zhang Cheng and Yue Laosan.

The room fell silent for a moment.

The three remained in this position until the sun rose higher.

Around noon, they had a simple meal at the inn, then went to the street to buy some dry food before packing up and setting off.

……

The next day, Dali, Wuliang Mountain.

A young girl dressed in a blue robe and carrying a small leather pouch at her waist was sneaking around the corridors of the Sword Lake Palace.

She was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a round face, big eyes, and a natural smile at the corners of her mouth, making her look lively and cute.

The girl's name was Zhong Ling, and she was the young lady of Wanjie Valley near Wuliang Mountain.

Her father was Zhong Wanchou, known in the martial arts world as "Horse King God," and her mother was Gan Baobao, known as "Pretty Yaksha."

Both of them were renowned figures in the martial arts world of Yunnan, so Zhong Ling could be considered to have a family background in martial arts.

Unfortunately, she was a lazy person, and even with her parents' encouragement, her martial arts skills were only so-so, with only her lightness skill being somewhat presentable.

Today is the Wuliang Sword Sect's grand competition, held once every five years.

At this time of year, the Wuliang Sword Sect would invite prominent figures from the Yunnan martial arts world to attend the ceremony and serve as witnesses.

However, Zhong Ling was not invited—she sneaked in on her own.

At present, the elders and elite disciples of the Wuliang Sword Sect are all gathered in the martial arts hall, and only some miscellaneous disciples are patrolling outside.

Zhong Ling, relying on her superior lightness skill, easily bypassed these people and made her way to the outside of the martial arts hall without any hindrance.

When she arrived, the competition had already been underway for some time.

But Zhong Ling didn't care.

Because in her mind, this immeasurable competition was just an appetizer; the real show was yet to begin.