All Heavens: A Role-Playing System Starting from Tianlong

Startled, the Wang family scattered like birds and beasts, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Cheng had no time to pay attention to them. He was very dissatisfied with his acting progress, which had only increased by five percent.

So how exactly is this progress calculated?

Why does revealing her background increase her chances by 15%, while saving her life only increases them by 5%?

Is it because these weaklings posed no threat to her?

Zhang Cheng felt increasingly overwhelmed by the thought.

When he was a soldier, all he had to do was kill. Now that he's a hero, there are many more things to consider.

As he was thinking, a wicked idea suddenly popped into his head.

He leaped off his horse and disappeared from Mu Wanqing's sight in a few bounds.

Not long after, Zhang Cheng returned.

When he returned, he was carrying one person in each hand, the same fat old woman and the middle-aged man from before.

Zhang Cheng tossed the two men in front of Mu Wanqing's horse and casually released their pressure points:

"You want to arrest her? Go, arrest her."

"What?" The two looked at each other in bewilderment. Mu Wanqing was also completely confused, not understanding what Zhang Cheng was up to.

Zhang Cheng, however, had little patience.

Seeing that the two men did not move, he casually struck out with his palm, hitting the man's chest cavity, which visibly caved in, and it was clear that he would not survive.

Then he turned and looked at the fat old woman.

"He wouldn't listen, so I killed him. Now it's your turn."

The plump old woman trembled all over, about to make a move, when she saw Zhang Cheng's face suddenly turn ashen as he said:

"Why are you cutting back on the progress? No way, I was just kidding."

The fat old woman, not understanding what he meant, was about to beg for mercy when Zhang Cheng struck her on the neck with lightning speed, knocking her to the ground.

Mu Wanqing sat upright on her horse, coldly observing everything.

Her impression of Zhang Cheng had improved slightly after her journey back.

I think this person at least keeps their word. Although they can be sharp-tongued, they are generally sensible in their actions.

But seeing him acting so erratically and unpredictably, the slight improvement in his image immediately plummeted back to rock bottom.

An ordinary girl would probably faint from fright if she saw this scene.

But she was someone who wasn't afraid of death; whether she killed someone or was killed, she could remain calm.

At this moment, I'm more concerned about something else:

"They're not as capable as you, so you can kill them if you want. Why make fun of them?"

"I'm not making fun of them. If there's anything in this world that finds pleasure in torturing and killing its own kind, it must be a beast."

Mu Wanqing looked at him quietly for a long while before speaking again:

"So, do you have some kind of brain disorder?"

"What do you mean?"

Zhang Cheng was already upset about his progress being cut back, and when he heard Mu Wanqing's comment, "Are you out of your mind?", he immediately became displeased.

But when he looked up, he found that Mu Wanqing's mood seemed off.

"I just want to know, when you promised to help me find my parents and relatives, were you just making fun of me like this?"

Zhang Cheng was stunned.

He suddenly realized: This girl wasn't afraid of death, but she was afraid of being played.

She can accept "an enemy killing me," and even "a stranger saving me," but she cannot accept "someone playing tricks on me while pretending to do me a favor."

"...Just pretend I'm mentally ill."

Zhang Cheng sighed, scratched his head, and said, "Sometimes my thought process might not align with yours."

He stood up, dusted himself off, and said, "But I keep my word. I'll definitely do what I promised you, and I won't go back on my word."

As he spoke, he extended his little finger and offered it to Mu Wanqing.

"If you don't believe me, we can pinky swear."

Mu Wanqing looked down at his outstretched finger, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly burst out laughing.

"What's the point of a pinky promise if you don't keep your word?"

Zhang Cheng smiled too.

"Looks like you're in a better mood. Then hurry up and leave, don't linger here chatting with corpses."

He withdrew his hand, but did not mount the horse, so as not to provoke his newly captured "God of Wealth" again. He simply took the reins of Black Rose and headed towards the inn.

Sitting on her horse, Mu Wanqing looked at the broad back of the man leading the horse, pursed her lips, and ultimately said nothing more.

The inn was located at the entrance of the town, so the people in the inn naturally heard the noise Zhang Cheng made.

As Zhang Cheng led his horse into the courtyard, Li Si came to greet him carrying a bundle.

"Mr. Zhang, this is your baggage. You left it on the stool in your haste."

Li Si handed over the bundle, then glanced at Mu Wanqing on horseback.

"Is this young lady with you? Should we get her another room?"

"No need. I've already refunded the money for the previous room, so keep the change."

Zhang Cheng took the bundle and slung it over his shoulder, then pulled out a few pieces of silver from his pocket and stuffed them into Li Si's hand.

"This is compensation for the horses that were shot. Please give it to the manager for me. Also, if the authorities inquire about the bodies outside..."

"I promise I won't betray Master Zhang!" Li Si hurriedly said.

"No need," Zhang Cheng waved his hand.

"Just tell the truth. They were from the Wang family of Suzhou. The Wang family kills anyone from Dali. I couldn't stand by and watch, so I eliminated them."

Li Si was taken aback for a moment, then nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, I understand."

Mu Wanqing looked at Zhang Cheng and the waiter with surprise.

She could still feel a strange pressure emanating from Zhang Cheng.

Unexpectedly, this unassuming innkeeper had such courage, able to talk to Zhang Cheng so freely and without any fear.

As the two walked out of the inn, Mu Wanqing couldn't help but ask:

"Are you familiar with the waiter here?"

"We're not familiar with each other; we just met today."

Zhang Cheng casually asked, "What's wrong?"

"He's quite bold."

Zhang Cheng thought for a moment and understood what she meant.

"Oh, you mean that? That's because he doesn't consider me a rival."

He led the horse and continued walking forward.

"I have mastered a unique martial art that increases one's aura. I haven't yet mastered this skill to the point of complete control. If anyone harbors hostility towards me, I will automatically suffer a backlash."

Mu Wanqing listened thoughtfully, "Is it the move you used earlier?"

"That's right." Zhang Cheng nodded. "So it was all a misunderstanding before. It was because you were hostile towards me from the moment we met that you sensed my murderous intent."

Mu Wanqing was silent for a moment, then let out a soft hum:

"So, according to you, it's my fault?"

"Of course—" Zhang Cheng drawled, then smiled, "but this matter is over."

"Alright, step back a little, I'll ride the horse now."

Mu Wanqing didn't move. "Why?"

"Because I'm in a hurry," Zhang Cheng said matter-of-factly. "You're riding too slowly."

"...The Black Rose is a thoroughbred horse."

"I know. But I can make it run faster."

Mu Wanqing couldn't figure out what Zhang Cheng was up to, but since he had admitted to having a brain disorder, she decided to just assume he had lost his mind again.

She silently made way for Zhang Cheng, moving back half a saddle length herself.

After Zhang Cheng mounted his horse, he glanced back at her.

"If you can't sit still, you can hold onto my shoulders. I'm not afraid of you taking advantage of me."

Mu Wanqing was too lazy to pay attention to his nonsense.

Zhang Cheng didn't care. He flicked the reins, and Black Rose let out a soft neigh, galloping forward on all fours.

At first, her speed was the same as usual, but after running for more than a hundred feet, Mu Wanqing gradually realized that something was wrong.

The wind picked up.

The scenery along the road was receding at an absurdly fast pace.

"Why is Black Rose running so fast?" she couldn't help but ask.

"Of course, it's because my riding skills are unparalleled!" Zhang Cheng said proudly.

Mu Wanqing knew, of course, that he had used tricks, and frowned, saying, "Can it withstand running like that?"

"Don't worry." Zhang Cheng reached out and gently stroked the horse's neck. "It probably hasn't felt this good in its entire life."

As if understanding, Black Rose snorted affectionately and sped up even more.

Zhang Cheng wasn't lying.

The [Soldier] class provides a significant boost to mounts.

[Fierce Soldier] possesses an ability called [Iron Cavalry Accompanying], which enhances various aspects such as increased mount movement speed, reduced stamina consumption, increased stamina recovery speed, and increased defense and vitality, and the amplification is quite significant.

Zhang Cheng had his trusted subordinates conduct experiments in Weizhou, and behind the backs of his test subjects, he found that all aspects of his abilities had increased by more than 30%.

After putting the person down, the buff will disappear, but it will not cause the injury to worsen or the person to lose energy.

In short, it's a very powerful ability.

Unfortunately, warhorses cannot train in martial arts like humans, so their potential is limited. Riding a human to fight is not as effective as fighting on their own.