Outlaw Zhang San (Part 2)

"Thank you, Lord Brand." Ling Qing hurriedly thanked him.

"Hahahaha!" Brand laughed heartily. "Kid, you're quite an interesting fellow. If anyone bullies you in Spirit City someday, just invoke the name of Vengeance Flame Soul—Brand."

With that, Brand turned around and strode out of the room.

"Return journey!"

"Yes!"

Brand left with his attendant soldiers.

Only after the sounds outside had faded did Ling Ren and the other two return to the room. Tang San now held a small red box in his hands.

"Quick, Xiao San, let me see what good stuff Brand gave us!"

Ling Qing craned his neck, his eyes sparkling with little stars.

Tang San raised the box in his hand and walked straight to the bed before sitting down.

"Here, take a look!"

Tang San opened the box.

At once, golden light burst forth!

"Wow! My eyes, my eyes are going blind!"

Honestly, Ling Qing was not short on money. He had no interest in it.

Yet even so, the combined money on Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Ling Ren did not amount to as much as Ling Qing alone possessed.

Still, Ling Qing had not expected it.

There were a full thousand Gold Soul Coins in that little box!

"Whoa, that's so much money."

Xiao Wu immediately pounced over. Looking at the gleaming Gold Soul Coins, her two eyes shone like flashlights.

"Exactly. How many months of Spirit Hall's Spirit Master allowance would we have to collect to get that much money?" Ling Ren said, swallowing.

"Enough, look at yourselves."

Ling Qing straightened himself and said disdainfully, "It's just a thousand Gold Soul Coins. Look at the lot of you. Can't you learn something from Xiao San and me?

"Ling Ren, hurry up and wipe the drool from the corner of your mouth. It's practically about to drip onto the floor.

"And Xiao Wu, take out the money you secretly stuffed into your pocket just now! Couldn't you have taken a little less? Your pocket is practically bulging out, okay?"

Embarrassed by Ling Qing's words, Ling Ren and Xiao Wu lowered their heads and drew circles with their hands.

Meanwhile, Ling Qing silently stretched out his foot and hooked the little box over.

But...

Click!

The lid snapped shut, and the sound instantly made Xiao Wu and Ling Ren realize the problem.

Ling Qing could not move right now!

A radiant smile appeared on Xiao Wu's face.

"Brother Qing, you can't spend all this money anyway, so let me help share your spending burden! No need to thank me."

As she spoke, Xiao Wu grabbed fistful after fistful of money from the box.

"Alright, stop fooling around." Tang San smiled helplessly and spoke.

Xiao Wu playfully stuck out her tongue. "Wasn't I just playing around with Brother Qing?"

Hmm...

Ling Qing believed half of that. As for the other half, weren't you just playing around? Then put back the money you stuffed into your pocket! Don't think sticking out your tongue settles it. Your cuteness is too expensive—I can't afford it!

Still, Ling Qing would not actually demand the money back.

"It's fine. I can't spend that much money anyway."

Money was meant to be spent. A thousand Gold Soul Coins were simply more than Ling Qing could use. Even a hundred Gold Soul Coins would be enough for him to live quite comfortably.

Buy heavenly treasures?

Was that little money enough?

Buy clothes?

He did not need to make a living off his face.

Buy weapons?

Wasn't the Scythe of Severance good enough?

Visit brothels?

Well...

As someone once said, "Freeloading makes me happy!"

What a joke. Using money for this kind of physical transaction had no soul! It was a failure.

One had to use one's personal charisma to seduce—no, attract!

Attract beautiful young ladies. That was a successful "transaction." Not only could there be an exchange of flesh, but the soul could also ascend to heavenly music!

If he was going to do it, he would be Lü Ziqiao, picking up girls entirely through sweet talk. He would never be Liu Xia Hui; with a beauty in his arms, he should embrace her when it was time to embrace her.

"Xiao San, later, give Grandpa Jack six hundred Gold Soul Coins to buy some things for the village."

"Mm."

"Oh, right. What about the medicinal herbs Brand promised?" Ling Qing asked.

"Brand said he would first assess your injuries and find suitable herbs. Once he returns to Nuoding City, he'll have someone deliver them."

"Alright."

That afternoon.

As expected, Brand sent someone with a large bag of medicinal herbs for healing and recovery. Although they were all ordinary herbs, buying that many would still cost quite a few Gold Soul Coins.

At the same time, Brand also sent a wanted notice—Zhang San's wanted notice.

The four sat in a circle as Tang San slowly unrolled the paper.

Unlike the wanted notices issued by the imperial court in martial arts novels from Ling Qing's previous life, wanted notices on Douluo Continent were more like complete character profiles.

At the very top were the large words: "WANTED." Beneath them was a portrait.

"Wow, it looks so lifelike!"

Ling Ren, who had seen Zhang San's appearance before, cried out in surprise.

Ling Qing examined it carefully, then looked again. He frowned, his face full of question marks.

Hmm...

Did it look like him?

How could they tell what someone looked like from a black-and-white portrait like this?

When Ling Qing watched costume dramas in his previous life, the protagonist would open a portrait.

"Wow, there is actually such a beautiful woman in this world."

Hmm...

How should he put it?

Anyway, he had not reached that level yet.

Below that were six large words.

"Outlaw Zhang San"

Quite fitting, wasn't it?

Below that was Zhang San's written description.

"Zhang San, Level 36 agility-attack-type Battle Soul Master.

Martial Soul: Shadow Bat.

At the age of six, he entered Barak Junior Spirit Master Academy as a work-study student. By a fortunate coincidence, he obtained his first spirit ring, a hundred-year spirit ring.

Later, due to his background, he was bullied daily by noble-born students, causing his temperament to gradually darken.

For unknown reasons, the negative emotions in Zhang San's heart completely erupted. After killing a noble student, he fled.

When he reappeared, he had already reached the Soul Grandmaster rank. He was like an entirely different person.

During this appearance, he killed three people who had once bullied him.

Those three people had all the blood drained from their bodies.

Afterward, Barak Academy dispatched two Soul Grand Masters to capture Zhang San. Unfortunately, they were ambushed and killed by Zhang San.

Later, Spirit Hall dispatched two Soul Elders. Yet they had not expected Zhang San to have already reached the Soul Elder rank. Under the combined assault of the two, he escaped into the Star Dou Great Forest.

That escape lasted five years.

During those five years, no one knew how many people Zhang San killed. From eighty-year-old elders to three-year-old children, all had their blood drained dry.

Later, Spirit Hall dispatched one Soul Ancestor and one Soul Elder. Relying on a strange skill, Zhang San killed them both."

After reading it, the four could not help drawing in a cold breath. That breath tore through their windpipes as though out of control and rushed straight into their lungs.

Dust swirled with that cold breath, crazily irritating their alveoli. Their not-yet-fully-expanded lungs were violently forced open by the cold air.

Outlaw Zhang San was terrifying beyond measure!