All Heavens: A Role-Playing System Starting from Tianlong

Chapter 106 Sigh, are you going to attack me?

Granny Tong was trembling with rage, but her powers had not yet been restored, so she was powerless against Li Qiushui. All she could do was glare at her with her big eyes, wishing she could devour her alive with her gaze.

Li Qiushui made a couple of lighthearted jokes before her smile faded and she asked seriously, "So what exactly happened?"

I remember it's not yet time for my senior sister to regain her youth, and now is not the time for her to cultivate by drinking blood.

Zhang Cheng briefly explained the situation, and then said, "Giving her some fresh blood to help her get through the period of weakness shouldn't be difficult, but I'm afraid there might be other complications later."

After listening, Li Qiushui dipped some blood from the severed finger that Zhang Cheng had cut off earlier into her mouth.

She smacked her lips, seemingly lost in thought: "It certainly tastes like a highly nourishing food. In that case, Sect Leader, you're similar to some rare and precious herbs; eating them can strengthen the body and prolong life."

"Hmm, I can also use you in medicine. Those prescriptions that require extremely yang-tonifying substances should all be applicable. I'll think about it later; perhaps I can concoct a few new medicines."

"I can't taste it at all—" Zhang Cheng rolled his eyes at her, annoyed. "No, you've got me all confused. I asked you here to help me figure out a solution, not to figure out how to use me as a medicine."

Li Qiushui chuckled lightly, then became serious: "In terms of understanding Changchun Gong, I am no match for my senior sister. If she can't come up with a solution, then I have even less of a clue."

However, my senior sister and I both have some experience in the art of alchemy. Now that we have a ready-made spiritual herb like the sect leader, perhaps we can work together to develop an alchemy.

Even if this hidden danger cannot be eradicated, it can at least greatly shorten the period of weakness that occurs during the next rejuvenation.

Zhang Cheng thought it made sense, but when he turned his head, he met Li Qiushui's interested gaze and felt that this woman had ulterior motives.

But there was no better way at the moment, so the three of them could only try this method as a last resort.

Li Qiushui took out a clean handkerchief, wrapped Zhang Cheng's severed finger, and took it back to study.

Zhang Cheng stayed in the room to help Tong Lao recover her skills and also acted as her protector.

The two of them sat in the room for the entire day, with Li Qiushui even bringing them their meals.

The next day, after practicing diligently the previous day, the Child Granny's cultivation had recovered to the level she had when she was fifteen or sixteen years old, and her appearance was not much different from before.

So Zhang Cheng and his party resumed their westward journey and headed towards Henan.

The group traveled normally during the day, and Zhang Cheng donated blood to Tong Lao while they rested at night.

If Zhang Cheng notices that the [Sense of Righteousness] is in effect along the way, he will have everyone rest on the spot for a while, and then use his high mobility to go ahead alone, quickly resolve the situation, and then return.

They traveled like this for five days. On this day, while Zhang Cheng was on his way, he suddenly realized that his role-playing progress had increased a little.

[Lv3 Lone Wolf 84% → Lv3 Lone Wolf 85%]

This is quite a strange thing. If he had just finished doing a good deed, the fact that he could still push forward is because the progress bar just happened to be stuck at the critical point;

But this time the group was clearly riding at full speed. Could it be that some "invisible" bandit was blocking the road and they were being run over and killed as a "speed bump"?

Putting aside such absurd ideas, Zhang Cheng could only guess that his previous good deeds might have triggered the subsequent changes, and by tracing the cause and effect, he might also be able to benefit from them.

It's a pity that the progress bar for level three isn't increasing very noticeably; otherwise, we could have asked the old woman and the others to help us verify it.

The group continued their journey for another day. Along the way, they seemed to encounter more and more martial arts practitioners.

In twos and threes, some on horseback and some on foot, they were all hurrying westward.

That night, they continued their journey as usual to the nearest village or town to rest. The next morning, when Zhang Cheng went downstairs for breakfast, he chatted with the innkeeper.

With the blessing of the "Humble Heroic Name," Zhang Cheng casually asked a question, and the waiter leaned over and whispered, "I'm only telling you this, so please don't tell anyone else."

Zhang Cheng nodded. The waiter looked around before speaking mysteriously, "I overheard a passing swordsman telling me about a great demon who's appeared in Xijing the other day! That demon is ten feet tall, has a waist ten spans wide, a blue face with fangs, and eyes like copper bells. It's said that ordinary swords and knives can't even leave a white mark on him."

He became more and more excited as he spoke, gesturing wildly: "It can swallow a person whole with one mouth, and tear a person in two with one wave of its hand. It slaughtered so many people in Luoyang that rivers of blood flowed and corpses littered the fields. The river outside Xijing City has been stained red with blood these past few days!"

So, the imperial court and many martial arts sects have joined forces to launch a grand campaign to punish evil! With such a commotion, who wouldn't want to join in? All those great heroes are heading towards the northwest of the capital.

"What, sir? Weren't you on your way to Xijing for this matter?"

Before Zhang Cheng could speak, the old woman sitting next to him burst out laughing.

She laughed for a while before calming down, and then transmitted her voice to Zhang Cheng: "You know, although the description was a bit exaggerated, it wasn't entirely wrong."

Zhang Cheng, who was described as "ten feet tall and with a waist ten spans wide," dismissed the waiter who couldn't understand why the Old Woman was laughing and replied telepathically, "Alright, stop laughing. Tell me, is the demon the waiter was talking about—me?"

Tong Lao replied telepathically, "I think you're overthinking it. Given the nature of those people in the Song court, they're probably just looking for a scapegoat to take the blame and save face for Xijing. I wonder which one has been chosen this time."

Zhang Cheng frowned slightly: "Then we need to hurry, or we'll let others suffer because of this."

The group set off immediately. They traveled until nightfall and rested in Zhongmu County. This place was closer to Luoyang, and their news would be more accurate.

He learned from the innkeeper that the demon-slaying gathering was still seven days away, as it would take time for the other side to gather the martial arts heroes. Hearing this, Zhang Cheng wasn't in such a hurry anymore.

The group set off early the next morning and arrived near Guancheng that morning.

Seeing Zhang Cheng's strange expression, the old woman, Tong Lao, who was walking alongside him, asked, "What's wrong? Is your 'sense of righteousness' acting up again?"

Zhang Cheng shook his head: "I sense that I know a few people in this city."

"You can still sense this?"

"We can only sense the general area, and we can't distinguish who each sensation corresponds to." Zhang Cheng spurred his horse. "Let's go see who's coming."

Following his senses, he led the group to the vicinity of an inn.

From afar, a commotion could be heard coming from the inn.

A voice cried out, "Manager, something terrible has happened! The guest's horse has come to life! It's untied its rope and run away!"

Another person chimed in, cursing, "What? You saw it and didn't stop them? Go after them!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a magnificent black horse leaped out from the side of the inn, half a rein in its mouth, its hooves flying as it galloped straight toward Zhang Cheng.

The horse ran up to him, then suddenly stopped and nuzzled his arm affectionately.