Two Days

"What is it?" Zhang Pengcheng sheathed his saber and looked at his father casually. "You rushed to call me back just to deal with him?"

Zhang Yansheng said calmly, "Oh? You feel wronged? In the freshman competition four years ago, who lost to Gu Jinzhi and then came back home wanting to die?"

Zhang Pengcheng's expression faltered slightly, and he retorted stubbornly, "Just a bit of hardship..."

"Heh..." Zhang Yansheng's long eyes narrowed slightly, his expression indifferent. "He's getting married. Do you know that?"

"Oh," Zhang Pengcheng responded indifferently. "So what if he's getting married? What does that have to do with me?"

Zhang Yansheng looked at his son and sighed inwardly.

The Zhang family, all of them are brutes. His father was, his brothers were, and now his son is too... In the end, he had to bear everything himself.

He couldn't help but hint, "Have you ever thought about what would happen if Gu Jinzhi let his wife join the army in his place?"

Zhang Pengcheng shook his head without thinking. "He's not that kind of person!"

"Cough... cough cough..." Zhang Yansheng almost choked on his own saliva, his expression contorting.

Back then, I shouldn't have married my distant cousin! Damn it, marrying within the clan is deadly!

He caught his breath, glared at his clueless son Zhang Pengcheng, and his voice deepened: "Don't worry about what kind of person he is... You just need to know that Gu Jinzhi must die, and he must die legitimately!"

"If he gets married, he will have a sliver of hope for survival. I hate variables, so..."

Zhang Pengcheng was full of annoyance. Before his father could finish, he interrupted, "Scheming and plotting, aren't you tired of it?! Since you want him dead, then I'll challenge him directly, strike him down with a saber, and it'll be over!"

"Idiot!"

Zhang Yansheng raised his hand and hit the back of his son's head, angrily saying, "If I could kill him directly, would I still need you?"

Zhang Pengcheng rubbed his head and retorted, "Are you that idle? Staring at that guy non-stop, what's wrong with you? What happened thirty years ago, outsiders don't know, but you still..."

"Shut up—!!!"

It was like the roar of an ancient giant god, like the mournful cry of a dying star.

The ground cracked like a spiderweb, and the surrounding alloy walls vibrated with a "hum"!

The aura that Zhang Yansheng unleashed instantly pinned Zhang Pengcheng to the ground.

Staring at his son, whose forehead veins bulged and who was covered in cold sweat, he slowly withdrew his imposing aura, clenched his fists, then relaxed them, and said, "Don't ever say that again, or don't blame me for not valuing our father-son relationship."

Zhang Pengcheng flinched, struggled to push himself up, and chuckled awkwardly, "Impulse, just a momentary impulse. But Dad, Gu Jinzhi is just a waste who broke through to Minor Perfection. In the future, he'll at most be a Grandmaster. Why are you going to all this trouble to deal with him?"

"Don't you remember your grandfather's dream?" Zhang Yansheng suppressed the urge to beat him to death and reminded him as gently as possible.

He still needed this kid for what came next; it wouldn't do to break him now.

Having such a son, Zhang Yansheng felt his head ache.

Zhang Pengcheng sat up, spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, "He's senile, and you're taking it seriously? Saying Gu Jinzhi can make our Zhang family decline? Does he have that ability?"

Zhang Yansheng slapped his son back to the ground, roaring, "A Martial Immortal cannot be insulted!"

Zhang Pengcheng flipped over and lay flat, like a salted fish, nonchalantly saying, "Fine, you say it, I'll do it!"

"Hoo—"

Zhang Yansheng let out a long sigh and waved his hand wearily. "The Gu and Jiang families have been engaged for twenty years, and we have no reason to stop them. But I will absolutely not allow Gu Jinzhi to marry smoothly."

"On the wedding day, I will bring people to restrain the experts from the Gu family. When the bride and groom toast, you will find an opportunity to provoke them as someone of the same generation."

"I've investigated Jiang Xue. She's stubborn and hot-tempered. As long as she can't control her anger, pretend to be provoked and kill her with a saber!"

"At that moment, only Gu Jinzhi can stop you. Whether you succeed depends on your own ability. Pengcheng, don't disappoint me!"

Zhang Pengcheng sneered, "Will the Gu family send us an invitation?"

Zhang Yansheng sneered, "Uninvited guests, of course, come uninvited..."

July 22nd, noon, Jiang Family Manor.

Jiang Yao lay on the luxurious carpet of the bedroom, desperately enduring the various pains all over her body, while still forcing a happy and satisfied expression onto her face.

The young man who had been on top of her, having had his way for two hours, slowly raised his head. A cruel and sinister smile hung on his dark, unremarkable face.

"Your blood is getting more and more fragrant, Little Yao'er..." He licked his lips, and the words he spoke sent chills down one's spine.

Tears welled up in Jiang Yao's eyes, and she looked on the verge of crying. "Zheng... Brother Zheng, you're hurting me..."

"Not good~" Yun Zheng suddenly reached out and gently traced Jiang Yao's slightly chubby cheeks with the index finger of his right hand.

Although his movements and expression were extremely gentle, Jiang Yao felt a chill run through her entire body.

She trembled her eyelids, pretending to be shy, not daring to look up at Yun Zheng at all.

Suddenly, Yun Zheng changed his finger into a claw and grabbed Jiang Yao's delicate neck.

Jiang Yao's eyes widened abruptly. Her arms, covered in red marks, instinctively lifted, her fingers digging into the back of Yun Zheng's hand, her eyes filled with pleading and disbelief.

"Urk—Hah! ...Crack... Crackle..."

Her nails scratched the back of Yun Zheng's hand, but they couldn't even leave a mark.

She tried to pry open Yun Zheng's fingers, but found that she couldn't exert any strength at all.

It's the confinement effect of the Blood Dragon Tribulation Claw...

Jiang Yao was in despair...

Tears fell one by one. The pressure on her neck finally loosened, and fresh air rushed back in.

"Haa—haa—cough cough~!"

Jiang Yao gasped for air, coughing and trembling.

Yun Zheng propped his head with his hand, half-lying beside Jiang Yao, watching the scene with amusement, a wide, happy smile on his face.

After Jiang Yao recovered slightly, he spoke in a coaxing tone, "Little Yao'er, this is your punishment~ Next time, don't be so careless, okay~"

Hearing this, Jiang Yao flinched back, her voice hoarse, "I... I'm sorry, Brother Zheng~ Yao'er really didn't lie to you... Sister, she really returned to the country..."

"Oh?" Yun Zheng pulled her into his arms and soothed her, "I misunderstood you~ So, can Little Yao'er tell me where she is now?"

"I... I... I don't know..." Jiang Yao's voice trembled violently. "Her travel plans were clearly still at home, but she... she's gone..."

[Jiang Xue!!! I hate you so much!!! Why aren't you home! Why?!]

[Jiang Xue, just you wait! The suffering I endured today! I will repay you a thousandfold, ten thousandfold!!!]

Meanwhile, in the beast-fighting arena, during a break.

"Sis, you're really my sister!" Jiang Han stared at the disheveled Li Wei with an ethereal expression. "It's been two days and two nights! Can we go home now?"

Li Wei forced herself to stay alert, her voice flat, "If you want to leave, leave. I can still..."

Jiang Han pointed at her, his whole body trembling as if he had Parkinson's, "Fine, you're really something! I want to see how far you'll go for that Gu Jinzhi kid!"

"So you can understand the Abyssal Monsters here, adapt to brutal combat, and also train your fatigue resistance, right? You're determined to go to the battlefield?"

"Damn it, a pure simp like you, and I actually encountered one! And it's my sister!"

"You're something else, Jiang Xue, you really are something else!"

Li Wei rolled her eyes and waved her hand, too lazy to bother with him, "Say whatever you want..."

No one noticed a mobile phone slowly sliding out from the gap between the two sofas.

Most Beloved Flower Pants: Bro, my dear bro, I can't hold on any longer either.

Gu Jinzhi: You're only a Rank 2, and you can't even outlast a Quasi-Martial Artist?

Most Beloved Flower Pants: Bro~ Do you know how much trouble I've secretly taken for your wife these past two days?

Most Beloved Flower Pants: She can even take a short nap, but I can't even dare to blink! Also, to make my sister-in-law happy, I've almost cleared out my stock in the beast pens! These were supposed to last me three months!

Gu Jinzhi: Shen Yaochi's sign-in sheet at the student union.

Most Beloved Flower Pants: I can do it!!!

[Abyss Essence: 1804]