A bite of pastry, smack smack.
A sip of green drink, glug glug glug glug glug.
Zhang San sat at the entrance of the villa, watching the fish-belly white in the eastern sky already leaking gold.
In his past life as a wage worker, not to mention sunrise, he was still in the office working overtime at sunset.
The only thing related to the sun was probably cursing at the mountain-like workload, saying "damn it all."
Where could he now enjoy such comfort, watching the sunrise, savoring a green beverage.
If there were no dangers, it would be even better.
After Zhang San finished his drink, listening to the sporadic sounds of fighting inside the villa, he estimated that the battle would be over by sunrise.
Although Zhang San, who had just started Refining Qi into the Body, was now considered a beginner in the Primordial Qi Realm.
But there are four stages in the Primordial Qi Realm: Refining Qi into the Body, Twelve Meridians, Innate Qi, and Core Creation.
He had just started Refining Qi into the Body and hadn't yet accumulated the strength to open up the twelve meridians.
So, Zhang San could only hope that the fight would end soon.
After all, only when the battle ended could he be absolutely safe.
Even if there were Demon Cult Followers captured, Zhang San would never get close to them.
What if a desperate Demon Cult Follower suddenly retaliated, striking him in a final counterattack?
Learn from comrade Wei—just hunker down!
However, just after Zhang San poured another drink, he saw four unfamiliar Martial Artists with blood stains and wounds coming out from the inner gate of the front courtyard.
The five men looked at each other.
The four did not expect the Town Martial Office to have guards even at the main entrance.
Indeed, the Town Martial Office was well-prepared!
Zhang San also did not expect that, mainly attacking from the main entrance, how come there were still people escaping from the main entrance?
What kind of logic do you Demon Cult Followers have?
However, Zhang San showed calm and composure instantly, even a hint of schadenfreude and disdain in his eyes.
Only in this way, could he deter the opponents from rash actions.
"Boss, let me..."
A subordinate rushed toward Zhang San but was stopped by Han Baiwen with a hand.
"From observing this young man's cultivation, he seems to have just entered the Primordial Qi Realm. How could the Town Martial Office have such a weak Martial Artist? Doesn't this seem unusual?"
The other three, recalling the Martial Artists from the Town Martial Office they had encountered before, the weakest of whom was also a big guy who had just entered the True Core Realm.
It was indeed abnormal to join the Town Martial Office at the initial stage of the Primordial Qi Realm.
Zhang San did not know why the four smart fellows opposite did not attack or flee, but he still acted as if he was confidently protected by two strong masters behind him.
Han Baiwen bowed with clasped hands toward Zhang San.
"I am Han Baiwen, and I hope the young brother will do us a favor and let the four of us go."
Zhang San pointed toward the main entrance and said with a smile, "Gentlemen, please. I haven't finished eating, so I won't see you out."
After saying that, Zhang San continued eating his pastries.
And really, the pastries at this gateway were quite good, just a bit dry.
Zhang San took a couple of bites and poured himself another drink.
However, the more composed Zhang San appeared, the more uneasy Han Baiwen became.
"Young brother won't take advantage of us just as we walk out the door, will he?" Han Baiwen asked cautiously.
Zhang San shook his head repeatedly, saying sincerely, "I have meager strength and am not of much use, which is why I am sitting here. I don't even qualify to participate in the fighting inside."
"You can escape from here, and I will tell the officer afterward that I couldn't stop you and just get scolded a few times."
"So, please walk away without worry. You don't need to be concerned about me."
"Really, I never lie."
But the more Zhang San said this, the more worried Han Baiwen became.
He always felt that this young man might have unfathomable strength, and there could even be other ambushes outside the door, just waiting for the moment they stepped out to strike from both front and back.
"Boss, why don't we test it out? If he really is a master, I'll cover the rear; if not, we'll all leave immediately!"
Han Baiwen nodded at his loyal subordinate.
The next instant, the man who had just made the proposal leaped forward with a tap of his toes, swooping at Zhang San like a bird from the side and suddenly appearing behind him with a steel knife raised high, aiming straight for the top of Zhang San's head.
Two of Han Baiwen's other subordinates also immediately made battle preparations, one began to cast a technique while the other took out a dagger, ready to strike.
Just as the man who appeared behind Zhang San was about to strike, he felt a strong surge of killing intent bursting from Zhang San's lower body.
The intense killing aura completely locked him in, causing him to shiver all over, nearly dropping the steel knife on the back of Zhang San's head.
Zhang San, unaware and not worried about being injured, used the killing intent to intimidate the other party.
Zhang San immediately got up and dodged.
Swish, swish, swish—
Upon seeing Zhang San disappear from sight, Han Baiwen caught sight of him reappearing behind his own subordinate in the next instant.
Zhang San, at this time, was holding a dagger in one hand and an apple just plucked in the other, cutting a piece of cloth from his subordinate's clothing to wipe the apple.
"Brother, your clothes—"
Zhang San commented with some disdain.
"No— it's not dirty! I changed into it just yesterday."
Zhang San, seeing the apple getting dirtier the more he wiped it, couldn't help but ask, "Really?"
"It's just that— I changed into what I took off the day before yesterday."
Zhang San immediately threw the piece of cloth back and began to wipe the apple with his own clothing.
The other party felt the killing intent that had locked onto him suddenly dissipate, and turned around to run back to Han Baiwen's side.
Han Baiwen, seeing his good-for-nothing subordinate, was just about to scold him when he noticed another subordinate's legs beginning to tremble.
Upon closer inspection, the dagger in Zhang San's hand was the one that had been taken from this subordinate.
Initially, Han Baiwen thought Zhang San had used some martial style to circle behind his subordinate, unaware of when the apple had appeared in his hand.
But the moment he saw his subordinate's dagger in Zhang San's hand, he had an epiphany.
Zhang San had first rushed to his subordinate's side, snatched the dagger; then went to the apple tree in the front courtyard to pick an apple; and finally cut a piece of cloth from another subordinate's clothing to wipe the apple.
This speed, how could it be possible for someone just entering the Primordial Qi Realm?
It is feared that not even a martial artist at the True Core Realm who cultivates the Wind Series Techniques could match such speed.
At this moment, Han Baiwen was sweating profusely.
He knew that this young man was no ordinary person!
"Do you really have no intention of leaving us a way out?"
Zhang San pointed toward the villa entrance, "You can go, I'm not stopping you!"
Zhang San couldn't understand it, you four just run, I'm not stopping you, have you done too many bad things and fear being struck by lightning as soon as you step outside?
At this moment, the Demon Cult follower who was casting techniques behind Han Baiwen was taken aback and whispered into Han Baiwen's ear, "Boss, I caught a glimpse of his thoughts using the Mind-reading Technique: if we walk out of the villa, we will definitely be struck by the Five Thunders Strike, thunderbolt and lightning!"
Han Baiwen was startled, not only was this young man proficient in a martial style fraction of Wind Series martial artists, but he also had mastered the earth-shattering Thunder Method!
It seemed that if they insisted on leaving, death was likely inevitable.
But if they surrendered, considering the other party's impressive demeanor, maybe he would spare them a thread of life.
Thump—
Han Baiwen directly knelt down before Zhang San, giving Zhang San quite a shock.
The three subordinates beside him also knelt down before Zhang San.
"We wish to surrender, we beg the young brother to spare our lives on account of all of us knowing our place."
"Count me in for a dog's life too!"
"Me as well!"
"Woof."
Zhang San, holding the apple he had just bitten into, fell into deep thought.
Tyrant Body Three Pills Technique, does it really have the effect of subduing opponents without fighting?
The old grandpa in my dreams never mentioned this stuff.
Meanwhile, the martial artists from the Town Martial Office who had rushed out from the main courtyard gate upon seeing this scene were also utterly shocked.
Zhang San had only said, "You can go, I'm not stopping you!" and then the four Demon Cult followers suddenly knelt down and surrendered.
Is the Demon Sect really so susceptible to reverse psychology?