All Heavens: A Role-Playing System Starting from Tianlong

Zhang Cheng entered his room and had barely sat down when there was a knock on the door.

Upon opening the door, they saw that the visitor was Duan Yanqing.

Zhang Cheng stepped aside to let him in and then closed the door behind him.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Cheng glanced at him, then suddenly smiled. "You seem a little nervous?"

Duan Yanqing shook his head. "I just haven't figured out how to face them yet. If they're happy now, why should I cause them unnecessary trouble?"

Although Zhang and Cheng's skills made it difficult for others to approach without being detected, the matter was of great importance, so Duan Yanqing still communicated secretly via telepathy.

Zhang Cheng raised an eyebrow but remained silent.

Duan Yanqing changed the subject, saying, "By the way, didn't you say earlier that she became a nun in some temple whose name you can't remember? How come, according to what the boy just said, she has already returned to the Prince's mansion?"

Zhang Cheng shrugged: "I don't know. But I imagine Duan Yu and Yue Laosan did something when they came back. So what are you planning to do now?"

Duan Yanqing was silent for a moment: "I intend to observe for a while. If the mother and son are unhappy, I will find a way to take them away."

"This isn't a good situation," Zhang Cheng said frankly. "What reason do you have to get them to go with you?"

Duan Yanqing did not answer. He just stood there silently, lost in thought.

Seeing this, Zhang Cheng didn't ask any more questions. He stood up and patted Duan Yanqing on the shoulder:

"It doesn't matter. I'm not in a hurry anyway. Let's stay a little longer until you've fully recovered your strength, then we'll go see your uncle."

Upon hearing this, Duan Yanqing's eyes flickered slightly. "So you came to Dali because of the Six Meridians Divine Sword Manual in Tianlong Temple after all."

Zhang Cheng smiled and did not deny it.

"Don't say that. I'm taking those two girls with me to find their relatives, and I'm also planning to beat up Duan Zhengchun for them to vent my anger."

Duan Yanqing did not take his joke seriously.

He was silent for a moment before speaking, "I can ask Uncle Kurong for the sword manual for you. But I'm afraid he won't agree."

He paused for a moment, then said, "I guess you had expected this all along, which is why you were planning to go and forcibly take it from me after I recovered my strength."

But my uncle was already the top martial artist in the Duan family decades ago, and his skills are probably even more unfathomable now. Moreover, there are several other senior monks of the same generation in the temple, whose strength should not be underestimated.

He looked at Zhang Cheng, his gaze calm: "Even if the two of us join forces, the outcome is still uncertain."

Zhang Cheng shook his head, speaking casually: "Brother Duan, you're mistaken. Martial arts are about talent, not just living a long life."

"If you hadn't been injured in the past, I think you would have been in his position as the number one expert in the Duan family long ago."

Duan Yanqing did not respond.

Zhang Cheng continued, "Besides, if a real fight breaks out, you only need to hold off Ku Rong for a few moves. I should be able to decide the outcome quickly against those so-called 'Ben' types."

It wasn't that Zhang Cheng looked down on those senior monks of the Ben generation.

Although there are many reasons to believe that Kumārajīva's swift passage to Tianlong Temple was a great victory—for example, the monks had their internal energy absorbed while healing Duan Yu, and they were using the Six Meridians Divine Sword technique, which they had just learned and was not yet proficient in—there are many reasons to believe that Kumārajīva's victory was a great victory.

However, there's a big difference between being "defeated" and being "instantly killed." The fourth book's defeat was truly humiliating. He was struck by a few casual flaming blades from Kumārajīva, leaving him spitting blood.

Zhang Cheng is currently practicing "Standing and Practicing", and his internal strength is improving day by day. In addition, he is also supported by the two unique skills "Northern Darkness Divine Art" and "Lingbo Steps".

He felt that even without using the system's abilities, he couldn't defeat the opponent.

Duan Yanqing remained silent for a moment before speaking again: "My uncle is known for his decisiveness. Even if you win, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to obtain the sword manual as you wish."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Cheng suddenly laughed. "Why do I feel like Boss Duan's words are subtly advising me to stop?"

"Tianlong Temple holds an extremely prestigious position in Dali. And this sword manual is a treasure of Tianlong Temple." Duan Yanqing did not deny it.

"Forcibly seizing the sword manual would mean forging a deadly enmity with the Duan family. Since you are already engaged to Mu Yatou, and you've made an enemy of the Duan family, have you considered how she will face the consequences?"

"Boss Duan, you've misunderstood." Zhang Cheng waved his hand. "Taking action is the worst-case scenario. My plan is for you to go to Tianlong Temple to learn swordsmanship first."

Duan Yanqing frowned slightly: "The Six Meridians Divine Sword is not passed down to lay disciples. Not to mention that I am a prince of the previous dynasty, even the current prince would not be an exception for this reason."

"That's true. But your uncle is very flexible. He might forbid teaching, but he didn't say you couldn't learn on your own, did he?"

Upon hearing this, Duan Yanqing fell into deep thought.

This is indeed a sophistry of "a white horse is not a horse." However, considering the disparity in strength between the two sides, and his own identity as a member of the Duan clan, there might still be room for maneuver.

He pondered for a moment, then slowly nodded. "It's good that you understand."

After saying that, he turned to leave. But when he reached the door, he suddenly stopped.

"By the way, Mu Ya is feeling lost and fearful right now. Why don't you go and keep her company?" With that, he pushed open the door and went out.

Zhang Cheng stood there, stunned for a moment. Then, he cursed inwardly: Damn it, you old bachelor, what are you pretending to be an experienced person for? Don't think you're so great just because you have a son.

Despite his cursing, he still decided to do as the other party suggested and go out to take a look.

With Zhang Cheng's current cultivation level, when he uses the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) to walk on the road, ordinary people can only see a very blurry afterimage on their retina, which is no different from seeing a ghost in broad daylight.

As he walked through the palace, he suddenly caught sight of a person hiding behind a clump of green plants, their rear end sticking out furtively.

Zhang Cheng recognized who it was at a glance.

He quietly walked up behind the person and looked down—it was indeed Zhong Ling.

The little girl was staring intently at a pavilion not far away, where Yue Laosan and Duan Yu were standing facing each other, talking.

Zhong Ling's martial arts skills have improved greatly during this period, and he seems to have some talent in lightness skills. Although he still can't beat Yue Laosan, he can now run away if he wants to.

At that moment, she was intent on following him, and Yue Laosan was completely unprepared, so he didn't even notice her spying on him. No one knew how long she had been secretly watching him.

Zhang Cheng reached out and gently patted her shoulder. Zhong Ling trembled and almost cried out in surprise.

Fortunately, Zhang Cheng reacted quickly and pinched her mouth shut. He raised a finger to his lips with his other hand, signaling Zhong Ling to be quiet.

Zhong Ling stared at him with wide eyes. After two seconds, she finally realized what he meant and quickly nodded.

Zhang Cheng then slowly released his grip.

He used his internal energy to transmit his voice, asking, "What are you doing here, you little brat, sneaking around like this?"

Zhong Ling blinked but didn't speak.

She thought for a moment, then took Zhang Cheng's hand and quickly began to write in his palm.