madnovel Chapter 15 A Visit to the Blessed Land Again
Chapter 15 A Visit to the Blessed Land Again
Zhang Ping nodded slightly, of course he hadn't forgotten.
You should know that this is his greatest danger right now.
Heng Ziyang smiled and continued, "Grandma Black has considerable power. You killed her favorite grandson, and she'll definitely settle this score with you."
"Joining the Pure Heaven Sect will guarantee your safety, but if you don't join..."
He didn't finish his sentence, but simply shook his head slightly.
The meaning is already quite clear.
Not joining means certain death.
Zhang Ping's expression remained unchanged, but he was already making quick calculations in his mind.
Heng Ziyang's words were straightforward, but the reasoning behind them was obvious.
After all, threatening people with their lives is never a good way to win them over.
If he were alone, dealing with Granny Hei would probably be difficult; having a powerful backer would make things much easier.
However, his understanding of the Pure Heaven Gate was superficial, and his hasty agreement was inappropriate.
Seeing that he was pondering, Heng Ziyang suddenly changed the subject and said, "Of course, the choice ultimately rests with you, Brother Zhang. Our Jingtian Sect doesn't force people to do things against their will. If you're unwilling, we'll turn around and leave without any further entanglement."
Heng Ziyang looked at Zhang Ping, his face regaining that slightly mischievous smile, "This is quite a big matter, Brother Zhang, you can consider it carefully."
"If you've made up your mind, come find us at midnight tonight at Shili Slope outside the city."
As he spoke, he stretched out his index finger and waved it at Zhang Ping, adding, "Don't miss out!"
The last three words were drawn out, carrying a nonchalant air about them.
As soon as they finished speaking, the two moved at the same time, their figures flashing like candlelight.
Before Zhang Ping could react, Heng Ziyang's voice rang out again, this time coming from outside the window.
"Oh, right, I almost forgot to mention, that greyhound has already been killed by the two of us. Brother Zhang, you don't need to worry about your matter being reported to Granny Black. You still have some time."
This doesn't sound like comforting words; it sounds like a death countdown.
Zhang Ping stood still, motionless.
After a long while, he slowly exhaled.
"Jingtian Gate..."
He muttered something under his breath, then walked to the bedside, sat down again, sat still for a moment, raised his right hand, and a thought crossed his mind.
The familiar transparent panel immediately came into view.
HP: 6870/6870
Realm: Body Tempering Realm (Seventh Level)
Martial Arts: Iron-Cutting Saber Technique (Proficiency: Mastery)
Supernatural Power: Don't run away, let me take a hit!
Superpower: Damn it, I'll fucking kill you!
Looking at the data on the panel, Zhang Ping's brows gradually furrowed.
6870 HP.
Seven stages of body tempering.
One of the two supernatural abilities is triggered by accumulating health points, while the other leaves the user exhausted after use.
The words Heng Ziyang left behind before he departed were like a thorn in his side.
Indeed, given Black Granny's influence, it's only a matter of time before she finds out he did it.
It seems... I really don't have many choices.
It's impossible for one person to improve their strength to the point where they can compete with Black Granny in a short period of time.
Let alone Granny Black, even if she sent another gray dog-level monster under her command, he might not be able to withstand it.
Joining the Pure Heaven Sect at least gives you a powerful backer.
But the question is, what exactly is the origin of this Pure Heaven Gate?
A force that wasn't even mentioned in the original owner's memories, hidden so deep, suddenly appeared to recruit him, a thirty-year-old constable at the seventh level of Body Tempering...
Zhang Ping shook his head, temporarily suppressing these thoughts.
Now is not the time to dwell on this.
Whether I go or not, I should do what I can first.
Thinking of this, Zhang Ping stood up, grabbed the clothes hanging on the headboard, and quickly put them on.
Then he pulled a bunch of keys out of his clothes.
Those were the complete set of keys to the government prison.
He had asked Zhou Zheng for it last time, after all, that place was his paradise.
The jailer saw Zhang Ping approaching from afar and hurriedly went to greet him with a broad smile.
"Officer Zhang, your injuries have healed. Are you here to make a proposal?"
Zhang Ping waved his hand, interrupting his polite conversation, and told him to go about his own business, saying that he would just take a look around and then leave.
The jailer was also quite sensible.
These guys in the prison were beaten up by Zhang Ping yesterday, and they were lying on the straw pile with bruises and swelling on their faces, barely recovering.
But little did they expect that they would suffer the same fate again.
And when Zhang Ping stepped into the prison, he heard a loud and forceful cursing voice.
"Damn it, who does that guy surnamed Zhang think he is! A lousy constable, daring to hit me? If my dad finds out, he'll skin him alive!"
Zhang Ping paused slightly in his steps.
It was Consort Li.
It seems he hasn't heard the news of his father's murder yet, otherwise he wouldn't be so arrogant.
He got beaten up yesterday, but perhaps due to his cultivation level, he recovered much faster than ordinary people and cursed all day long.
After all, where had Li Changzai ever suffered such humiliation?
He grew up in luxury, always surrounded by servants, and hardly anyone dared to raise their voice at him.
"Wait for me to get out..."
Inside the cell, Li Changzai sat on straw, yelling, "You, Zhang, just you wait! I'll make you regret this! Who do you think you are? A poor constable, making only a few taels of silver a month. I earn more tipping my servants than you do!"
Li Changzai was having a good time cursing when his voice suddenly stopped.
It was because Zhang Ping was standing outside the fence, looking at him with a smile.
But the torchlight cast a shadow on his face, making it appear half bright and half dark, which looked quite eerie.
Li Changzai saw Zhang Ping swallow hard, his lips tremble, and he seemed to want to say something but didn't dare to.
But he was, after all, a pampered young master; when his temper flared, he wouldn't back down.
He stiffened his neck, and although his voice was a few decibels lower, it still carried a sense of defiance.
"What...what are you doing? You don't mean you want to hit me, do you? Zhang Ping, let me tell you, if you..."
But before he could finish speaking...
Zhang Ping had already opened the cell door and gone inside.
The next second, the fist landed on Li Changzai's stomach.
With a single punch, a clang rang out, and the supernatural power was activated.
HP+10
Zhang Ping's eyelids twitched slightly.
Comfortable.
Seeing your health points steadily increase is more reassuring than any powerful backer.
Meanwhile, Li Chang was curled up like a shrimp, his mouth wide open but unable to make a sound, tears and snot streaming down his face, even blowing snot bubbles.
After all, the power of a powerful strike is considerable.
After Zhang Ping finished beating Li Changzai, he straightened up and glanced at the other cells.
The prisoners felt that cold gaze sweep over them, and the hairs on their bodies stood on end.
Zhang Ping didn't say anything more and walked towards the next room.
Screams of agony soon filled the cell.
"Zhang Tou, I was just beaten up yesterday."
"Zhang Tou, I confess, I confess..."
"Zhang Tou, spare my life! I'll never do it again!"
Zhang Ping ignored Zhang Ping's pleas for mercy.
Just looking at the red spots appearing on their bodies, one punch after another.
Even after his health points had risen to nearly a thousand, he was still slightly sweating.
Believe it or not, this is physically demanding work.
He then turned his attention to death row inmates, knowing that killing someone would increase his health by far more than this.