All Heavens: A Role-Playing System Starting from Tianlong

Mu Wanqing was in a state of turmoil and just wanted to be alone.

Therefore, she was too lazy to argue when Zhang Cheng wanted to ride away with her "Black Rose," and just hoped that he would disappear from her sight as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Cheng suddenly seemed like a different person, staring at him with an "eager" look.

"What...what do you want to do?"

"I am now a dream-fulfilling master. You can tell me what your wish is, and I will make it come true."

This sudden and unexpected change of expression made Mu Wanqing even more wary.

She pursed her lips, remaining silent, only scrutinizing him suspiciously with her cool, clear eyes.

"Why aren't you saying anything? Look, you only know your father's name, but you know nothing about what he looks like, where he lives, or who he is."

Don't you want to find him? Just say the word, and I'll take you to find your father.

Mu Wanqing's fingertips trembled slightly.

She really did want to know. But does money just fall from the sky?

Finally, she turned her face away and said coldly:

"No need to trouble yourself, my greatest wish now is for you to leave as soon as possible."

"Hey, you little brat, you're asking for trouble, aren't you?"

Zhang Cheng suddenly dismounted, took the reins of "Black Rose," and walked step by step toward Mu Wanqing.

Mu Wanqing instinctively wanted to retreat, but considering the vast difference in their martial arts skills, retreating would be futile, so she simply stubbornly stood still.

"Let me tell you, I'm now all over you."

Zhang Cheng stopped in front of her, his shadow looming over her. "If you cooperate, things will be easier for everyone; if you don't..."

He deliberately dragged out his words, revealing a malicious smile: "In a moment, I'll tie you up like a dead pig and throw you on the horse. You'll be the one who loses face."

Seeing that Mu Wanqing remained silent with a straight face, Zhang Cheng glanced down and suddenly clicked his tongue.

"You're not still expecting me to put your shoes on for you, are you? I'll put your shoes on, but you'll have to figure out how to put your socks on yourself. I'm not touching anything with saliva on them."

"You—shameless!"

Mu Wanqing finally lost her composure due to his anger, her cheeks flushing red.

"With your martial arts skills, you must have a reputation in the martial arts world. Yet you keep bullying a mere woman like me. Aren't you afraid of being ridiculed by all the heroes of the land?"

"Why do you always think the worst of people, girl?"

Zhang Cheng shrugged, looking completely innocent. "Haven't we already put an end to our misunderstanding from before?"

I genuinely want to help you find your father, but I'm a bit busy. You'll have to come with me to Wuliang Mountain first.

Of course, this trip won't be a waste of your time; you'll get to meet your half-siblings.

"Siblings?"

"How about it? Interested? If you are, put your shoes on, and we'll ride together. I'll take you to visit some relatives."

Seeing that Mu Wanqing's expression relaxed, he added:

"You don't need to worry about anything. You sit in the front, I'll sit in the back, and we'll leave some space between us. If I do anything improper, I'll chop your hand off."

Mu Wanqing remained silent for a moment, then finally nodded.

On the one hand, she was indeed interested in what Zhang Cheng was talking about, but more importantly, she was no match for Zhang Cheng at the moment. He was relentlessly pursuing her regardless of his status, and she had no means to fight back.

The two rode together in the "Black Rose" and returned to Shaqiao Town via the same route.

As Zhang Cheng had predicted, he kept a distance of one person between them on the road, relying entirely on his legs to hold onto the horse, which reassured Mu Wanqing considerably.

"Hey!" she couldn't help but ask, "Weren't we going to Wuliang Mountain? Why did we turn back to Shaqiao Town?"

"I already told you, I'm not called 'Feeding'," Zhang Cheng said slowly. "You should call me 'Hero Zhang' or 'Grandpa Zhang'."

"...Master Zhang." Mu Wanqing gritted her teeth and squeezed out three words.

"Ah, that's more like it." Zhang Cheng nodded in satisfaction. "Going back to town was to clean up your mess. You caused losses to the shops, shouldn't you pay compensation?"

"Wipe, wipe your butt..." Mu Wanqing's ears burned at his vulgar words, and she muttered under her breath, "Disgusting!"

Unfortunately, her aggression was too weak; to Zhang Cheng, it sounded more like she was being coquettish.

By the time we reached the town entrance, it was already late at night.

Zhang Cheng suddenly reined in his horse, looked up at the shadows by the roadside, and laughed loudly:

"Hey guys, what are you doing here so late at night instead of sleeping? Are you planning to ambush your Uncle Zhang?"

The night was silent, and no one answered.

Several households near the town entrance were awakened by his loud voice. They opened their windows and cursed, "Who the hell is yelling like that in the middle of the night? Can't a person get any sleep?!"

Mu Wanqing also turned around to look at Zhang Cheng, but was rudely rebuffed by him.

"What are you pretending to be stupid for, you martial arts practitioner? Don't tell me you can't hear these laymen breathing."

Frustrated by his failed attempt to show off, Zhang Daxia roared into the darkness, "Don't push your luck! Whether you're human or ghost, come out here!"

As he spoke again, heads began to appear on the previously empty street, numbering about thirty or forty.

These people were all armed with weapons, their cold gleam flickering in the moonlight.

Upon seeing this, the resident who had been shouting and cursing through the window was so frightened that he slammed the window shut and dared not make a sound again.

Zhang Cheng, with his imposing figure straddling his horse and wielding a long staff, stood facing off against dozens of men; it should have been an extremely impressive scene.

If it weren't for the fact that he had to sit on the horse's rump in a sorry state to keep his promise.

"There are too many of you and too much chatter; I can't possibly address you all."

His gaze swept across the crowd, and his voice boomed, "Let's have someone lead the discussion!"

Among the crowd, two old women, one short and one fat, and a middle-aged man holding a sword exchanged glances.

Finally, the short old woman stepped forward and said in a hoarse voice:

"We are here to capture this little wretch and return to report. We have no intention of disturbing you. Please do us a favor."

"Oh, I see. You can all go back to sleep now. You may all leave."

Zhang Cheng waved to the old woman.

The old woman's face stiffened: "This...we are subordinates of the Wang family of Gusu. The Wang family and the Murong family are on good terms, you..."

"You old lady, are you hard of hearing now that you're getting old?"

Zhang Cheng's smile vanished, and his tone turned icy. "I told you to get lost!"

As the last word fell, Zhang Cheng activated [Military Might].

Although this ability can be passively activated by hostility, Zhang Cheng's active activation at this moment presents a completely different picture.

An invisible pressure spread like a tide, enveloping the entire street.

The Wang family members felt their breath catch in their throats, as if they were being stared at by a ferocious beast, and a chill ran down their spines.

Within a few breaths, more than ten people had their vision go black and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Zhang Cheng originally planned to just stand there and crush his opponents with his domineering aura, so that Mu Wanqing could witness the might of "Master Zhang".

But a quick glance revealed that Mu Wanqing in front of him was also trembling slightly, clearly affected by the [Military Might], so he had no choice but to stop.

The Wang family servants, who were still awake opposite them and had been suffering terribly under immense pressure, suddenly felt a lightness in their bodies and were no longer restricted in their movements.

But stunned by the almost magical experience, he stood frozen in place, not daring to move.

They stood still, but Zhang Cheng moved.

He moved with lightning speed, appearing before the short, elderly woman who had stepped forward, and grabbed her by the neck, lifting her high into the air—

Then, it slammed hard into the ground!

"Bang--!"

By the time everyone came to their senses, Zhang Cheng had already turned around and sat back on his horse, as if he had never left.

The old woman lay sprawled on the ground like a tattered sack, her bones broken and her breath gone.

The streets were deathly silent.

Zhang Cheng slowly raised his eyes and looked around at everyone:

"I've heard that the Wang family of Suzhou is very powerful, killing anyone with the surname Duan or anyone from Dali."

He grinned, his smile chilling: "What I, Master Zhang, can't stand the most is this kind of arrogant person."

Go back and tell Madam Wang that when I have time to go to Suzhou, I will definitely go and seek her advice.