I picked up skill fragments in the demon world.

Chapter 1011 My Name is Wang Ye
Zhang Chen watched the boy's retreating figure, a hint of curiosity in his eyes: "Does the demon race even have child laborers?"

“My lord, you jest. The demon race doesn’t keep idle people! The Demon Master has said that children under the age of fourteen are not to be eaten, but we can’t just keep them around for nothing, can we? We might as well have them do some work they can manage to support themselves. This way, they’ll also strengthen their muscles and bones, making them firm, chewy, and delicious to eat later.” A steward with a lion’s head, after hearing Zhang Chen’s mutterings, came forward with a humble and ingratiating expression and explained to him.

Zhang Chen glanced at the fawning lion demon and was somewhat surprised. He hadn't expected these beasts to have such wicked thoughts. Facing the lion demon's obsequious smile, Zhang Chen covered his nose with disgust and scolded, "You stink, stay away from me."

The lion demon was not angry upon hearing this. Instead, he retreated with a fawning smile, repeatedly bowing to Zhang Chen with a smile full of flattery and humility.

Zhang Chen was too lazy to pay attention to the other party. He was just an animal, and he didn't care about him. He was in a dominant position right now, so of course he had the right to ignore the other party.

It should be noted that the demon race is also divided into different classes, just like the court order of the human race. In fact, due to the nature of wild beasts, this order is even more cruel and the hierarchy is even more distinct.

Zhang Chen's eyes were fixed on the slaves in the distance, his mind racing as he waited for the supplies to be replenished. Suddenly, he heard a heart-wrenching cry: "Don't hit my father! Please, don't hit my father!"

Zhang Chen looked up at the sound and saw scattered rice on the ground. A man was sitting on the deck, blood streaming from his forehead, staining the wood of the ship red. A demon leader was holding a large stick and hitting the man sitting on the rice on the head. The man grimaced in pain, his whole body spinning and his vision blurred by blood. He tried to get up, but the dizziness was too severe and he couldn't get up at all.

The child laborer Zhang Chen had seen earlier now threw himself on top of the man, using his thin body to shield him. The demon chief ignored him, his club raining blows down on him: "Damn two-legged sheep! Do you know how precious that rice is? Even if you cut off your heads, you couldn't afford a single bag. And you little beast, how dare you block my way! You're courting death! Although the Demon Master says we can't slaughter human children under fourteen, you're determined to die, so don't blame me for killing you."

The sticks fell mercilessly on the boy, accompanied by the sound of bones cracking, clearly intended to kill him.

The boy let out a shrill scream, drawing the attention of everyone on the boat. Zhang Chen's face immediately turned cold, and he shouted sharply, "Enough!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the ship fell silent. The demon beast that had been raising its club stopped what it was doing. All the demon beasts knew that this large ship was under the protection of the Tiger Power Immortal, and as the owner of the fleet, Zhang Chen must be of extremely noble status. He possessed the Tiger Power Immortal's hair, representing the Tiger Power Immortal's incarnation in the mortal world.

Zhang Chen's rebuke startled the steward, who scrambled forward and knelt at Zhang Chen's feet: "My lord, I'm so sorry! That damned two-legged sheep dirtied your boat, please forgive me!"

As the steward knelt down, all the demon beast stewards and slaves on the ship hurriedly followed suit, their eyes filled with helplessness and fear. For the demon race, the anger of their superiors meant the risk of death.

For example, if a tiger is angry, how can a lamb not be afraid? How can it not tremble?
Only the young man, whose bones had been broken by the hammer, endured the pain of the fractured bones and crawled to the man in the pool of blood, crying out "Father" repeatedly. His voice was shrill and mournful, which startled the beast steward who was afraid that the boy's cries would anger Zhang Chen. He quickly and swiftly pressed the boy down and covered his mouth, intending to suffocate him to death.

Zhang Chen looked at the struggling boy and felt the eighteen broken bones in his body. He couldn't help but be moved. With eighteen broken bones, he could still endure the pain and crawl and struggle. What kind of willpower was that?

He waved his hand, signaling the monster to release the boy. The boy then fell to the ground with his limbs haphazardly, lying in a strange position. He tried to get up, but his limbs were unresponsive. In the end, he could only crawl over like a maggot, then use his chin to bump into the man's chest.

Zhang Chen ignored the kneeling demon beast and went to the kneeling boy. Looking at the man lying in a pool of blood, he sighed softly, "Don't call out anymore, he's dead!"

The boy was struck dumb, and his heart-wrenching cries stopped abruptly.

"Clean up the deck, or I'll skin you and use your hides to clean my deck." Zhang Chen finished speaking and was about to turn and leave when the demon beasts over there got up. Their eyes turned to the boy lying in the pool of blood, and a ferocious smile appeared in their eyes. The manager raised his big club again and walked towards the boy with murderous intent.

Just as Zhang Chen took a step, his clothes were tugged. He turned around and saw the young man in the pool of blood biting his hem with his teeth, stopping Zhang Chen in his tracks.

"Please! Please save me!" The boy looked at Zhang Chen with a pleading expression, his words muffled.

He knew the demonic beasts intended to kill him and had already broken his limbs and ribs. What awaited him next was being served at the dinner table. But this young master, exuding an air of nobility, looked high and mighty, making the demonic beasts tremble with fear. This man was his only hope for survival.

The boy clung tightly to Zhang Chen's robes, his face smeared with blood. The demons were terrified by this sight, fearing Zhang Chen's wrath upon them. They scrambled forward, trying to pull the boy away, but Zhang Chen stopped them with a wave of his hand. He looked down at the blood-soaked boy and sighed softly. The boy's pleas, choked with sobs, had become muffled whimpers. Fortunately, Zhang Chen had mastered the laws of sound and managed to understand the boy's words.

"Keep the child here and take him to my room," Zhang Chen instructed.

Upon hearing this, tears welled up in the boy's eyes, and he loosened his teeth. The next moment, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

The demon clan leaders knelt before Zhang Chen. Seeing that Zhang Chen did not pursue the matter of being disturbed, their eyes were filled with the joy of surviving a disaster. Then, they hurriedly began to clean up the bloodstains on the ground and, together with the ship's managers, escorted the young man into Zhang Chen's cabin.

Seeing this scene from afar, Zhou Qiucheng, Zhong Wubai, and the others all had flickering eyes, but they did not speak.

Zhang Chen entered the room and saw the young man lying on the ground like a dead dog. With his Blood Dao cultivation, he instantly sensed the young man's injuries. The young man's limbs were broken, and his ribs, tibia, and other bones were all shattered. An ordinary person would have been in excruciating pain and fainted, but the young man had persevered. "Why did you save him? I thought you would just stand by and watch?" Ji Feihua appeared at the cabin door, looking at Zhang Chen with curiosity.

"Why do you have this idea?" Zhang Chen asked.

"You're the mastermind behind everything. You wouldn't even care about billions of lives. It's quite surprising that you would speak up for a young man whose life is hanging by a thread. It really shatters everyone's impression of you," Ji Feihua asked with a face full of curiosity.

“Heaven will save those who save themselves!” Zhang Chen said calmly, his voice filled with sighs: “Tens of thousands of people on the ship were carrying supplies, and they all chose to obey their fate, but this young man thought of resisting and saving himself. He is not the same kind of person as those people.”

Ji Feihua was confused when she heard this. They were all human beings, so how could they not be the same kind of people?

Zhang Chen did not continue to explain to Ji Feihua. In Zhang Chen's eyes, only those who do not believe in fate and do not obey fate can be called real people. Those who have become numb and live a life of mere survival have long been completely obedient machines and have no value for salvation.

Zhang Chen flicked the Three Lights Divine Water from his fingertips, sending it into the young man's body. The next moment, a burst of colorful light shot out from the young man's body, and all his injuries were completely healed.

"What kind of treasure is this that has such miraculous effects?" Ji Feihua noticed the rich vitality remaining in the air and asked with a moved expression.

Upon hearing Ji Feihua's words, Zhang Chen asked, "Is it the Three Lights Divine Water?"

"A legendary treasure capable of bringing the dead back to life and healing flesh and bone?" Ji Feihua asked with curiosity.

Zhang Chen nodded upon hearing this: "That's right!"

The Three Lights Divine Water is also famous in this world, and its reputation is extremely widespread.

Upon hearing the words "Three Lights Divine Water," Ji Feihua gasped, "You're really willing to part with it."

Zhang Chen did not answer, but turned to look at the boy on the ground. He saw the boy sit up, and after scanning the cabin, he saw Zhang Chen. He quickly got up and bowed respectfully to Zhang Chen: "Greetings, benefactor."

"What's your name?" Zhang Chen asked, looking at the young man. "You speak clearly and logically, unlike a child from an ordinary family."

Upon hearing this, the young man replied respectfully, "I am Wang Ye. My mother told me that I used to be a member of the Shen family in Jinling, but later I suffered a misfortune."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chen frowned slightly: The Shen family of Jinling? What a small world!

"What is your mother's name?" Zhang Chenfu asked again.

“My mother’s name is Wang Xifeng,” the young man said.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chen's pupils contracted, and he looked the young man up and down. If he remembered correctly, when he parted ways with Wang Xifeng, she seemed to be pregnant, right? Moreover, at that time, Wang Xifeng only had one son, Shen Qiu, and he had never heard of Wang Xifeng having any other sons.

Most importantly, the ages don't match up either.

Zhang Chen looked Wang Ye up and down. He was about four or five years old, which didn't match the time when he had illicit relations with Wang Xifeng.

And wasn't the one lying on the ground his father? Zhang Chen's mind was buzzing, as if a thousand fogs were passing through his heart. He tried to calculate the time, but no matter how he calculated it, it didn't match up.

"Strange! Strange!" Zhang Chen looked the thin, dark-skinned boy up and down, noticing his dark face, and asked casually, "You said you were looking for your father, but wasn't he your father who died? Why are you still looking for him everywhere?"

He asked himself, puzzled.

(End of this chapter)