Zhang San, please behave yourself!

Everyone had finished packing and was ready to set off.

Because they were going to impersonate members of the Heavenly Punishment Sect, everyone changed out of their Town Martial Office uniforms to avoid giving themselves away.

Even Zhang San called over Han Baiwen and others to ask about the Heavenly Punishment Sect's style of conduct and habitual practices.

The four of them, especially Han Baiwen who had last time been turned into a cow, were now utterly cooperative with Zhang San's inquiries.

Above all, Han Baiwen feared Zhang San the most when facing these people of the Town Martial Office, and Wei came in a close second.

As long as Wei stood there without saying a word or even glancing at him, Han Baiwen felt the muscles in his calves beginning to twitch.

After Zhang San had gathered the information, everyone also had nearly everything prepared.

This time, the operation was based on the information that the Heavenly Punishment Sect had received about the Dragon Serpent Gang selling blueprints of the Seven-Star Repeating Crossbow; they planned to purchase them and had thus prepared many valuable items, including gold, silver, jewels, and other expensive materials.

Although these items were spoils of war, they couldn't be transported back first but had to be taken along.

After all, they were an important part of the operation.

Soon, all preparations were complete.

Walking out from Solitary Mountain Manor, Zhang San discovered five horse-drawn carriages parked at the manor's entrance.

"Team leader, all five carriages are ready. This most luxurious carriage is yours," someone said.

"The leading carriage is in charge of clearing the way, while the three carriages behind carry daily supplies, food, and water."

Zhang San nodded slightly and then glanced at Han Baiwen, who they had brought along for the operation.

"Little Han..."

Hearing Zhang San call him, Han immediately approached respectfully and bowed to Zhang San.

"Team leader, what are your orders?"

In front of Zhang San, Han Baiwen dared not show any arrogance.

"This time, although I am the team leader, you are an old member of the Heavenly Punishment Sect. We will need to rely heavily on you for many things!"

Han Baiwen, bowing, gave a slight smile, not daring to offer any modest refusals.

"You four will ride in this finest carriage. Since I, Wang Ziteng, am using you, I trust you and will also grant you ample privileges. Go ahead."

Han Baiwen had never imagined that they, as captives, would get to ride in the best carriage.

A wave of gratitude surged in his heart.

The other three subordinates were so moved they nearly shed tears.

However, Han Baiwen and the others didn't know when Zhang San had changed his name to Wang Ziteng, but they didn't dare to ask and could only board the carriage.

As the four got into the carriage, Officer Bai approached quietly and asked, "This is the most comfortable carriage, and the ride will be quite bumpy. Why let them ride in it?"

Zhang San shook his head and pointed to the three carriages in the back holding the supplies, whispering, "I'll sit in the second-to-last one. It's safer."

Officer Bai and the surrounding martial artists immediately understood. The most luxurious carriage, which had the most protection from martial artists, would clearly hold the most important person.

If attacked, the people in it would undoubtedly become the first targets.

But by sitting in a carriage towards the back, there were no such concerns.

They quickly made some adjustments to the carriages in the back, but Zhang San still instructed them to put the heaviest items in his carriage.

After all, from the outside, this would not suggest that his carriage was lighter by the tracks it left on the road.

There would be no suspicion that there was anything amiss with this carriage.

And in Zhang San's carriage, it wasn't just Zhang San; Ling was also there.

On one hand, Ling didn't want to interact with other martial artists; on the other, while Zhang San said he needed someone to keep him company, in reality, he wanted someone to protect him.

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Wei's true strength and how formidable it was, Zhang San didn't know, he didn't even know which Realm Wei had achieved.

But Zhang San just felt that with Wei beside him, he would be a lot safer.

Perhaps it was because Wei was the first friend he had made in this world.

As the group from the Town Martial Office set off, Zhang San, sitting in the carriage, began to contemplate his path of cultivation.

Although he had finally entered the stage of Refining Qi into the Body in the Primordial Qi Realm, it was just the beginning.

After all, he was not like Wang Ziteng, who had been at this stage for nearly ten years. By comparison, while Wang Ziteng had already been stirring things up for almost an hour, Zhang San had only just tentatively extended a little into it.

Right now, Zhang San had no idea when he would be able to move on to the next stage, and since the Tyrant Body Three Pills Technique could be cultivated on its own, his progress in the realm had nothing to do with his diligence.

He might as well take the opportunity to try to enhance some other aspects of his abilities, thereby increasing his survival rate.

The clothes Zhang San was wearing now seemed incredibly luxurious, but it was just the outermost layer.

Should he encounter danger, Zhang San could quickly take off the outer clothes, revealing the coarse cloth garments underneath, and blend into the crowd, disguising himself as an ordinary person.

Even the weapon in his hand was just an ordinary Horizontal Blade.

It was convenient for hiding his identity, and could even numb his enemies into thinking that he was just an ordinary pawn, causing them to let down their guard when dealing with him.

Therefore, he needed a powerful attack Technique or Martial Style that could allow him to unleash a strong offensive force in a short time.

"Sister Ling, do you have any Techniques or Martial Styles with strong attack power that would suit me to learn? The kind that can burst forth in an instant!"

Ling looked at Zhang San, smiled, and shook her head, "Bursting forth in an instant? You're not up to it…"

Zhang San: …

"Sister Ling, can't we talk about something more serious for once?"

"Oh my, you're still concerned about your sister's upper body? Come on, I'm not wearing a bodice today, I've got straps, you can pull on them," said Ling.

As she spoke, Ling began to pull the collar of her clothes toward her shoulder, both lavish and generous.

Zhang San sighed helplessly, "Sister Ling, I really am trying to build up some capital for self-preservation!"

"What's the matter? Is your capital too small?"

Zhang San glared at Ling.

What do you mean my capital is too small?

And what does it mean when you're looking down here while you say it?

Are you forcing me to grow a dragon and lash out at your face?

Forget it, I'm busy with this today and won't bother arguing with you.

"Sister Ling, among us, who has the strongest attack power? The kind that can burst out with immense Might in an instant?"

"Bai Yucheng, nicknamed Flowing Light Sword, is extremely fast with his swordsmanship. Each strike may be weak, but if enough swords are swung in a short time, they can burst out with incredible Might."

Zhang San thought for a moment and shook his head.

Swordsmanship is not something that can be mastered overnight; it requires hard work.

Moreover, Zhang San wasn't sure whether the enemy would give him the chance to swing a second blade.

"What about Xu, then? Xu is a Cultivator from Taoism. Besides Wood Series Techniques, he's also skilled in the Thunder Method," Ling suggested.

Thunder Method!?

At that moment, Zhang San's mind flashed with countless protagonists from online novels he had read who practiced the Thunder Method!

That's the one!

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