Zhang Yang considered himself a very kind person, with an exceptionally broad-minded nature. He was only a little short of being called Saint Zhang.
Or perhaps Duke Zhang the Saint.
So he had no intention of making things difficult for anyone in Black Ox Village. He had even acted selflessly, eliminating an evil ghost for them without asking for payment.
Even though the people of Black Ox Village had long been plotting to kill him and feed him to the ghosts.
"Alas, they're all pitiful people. So I'll forgive you. Tell me your demands."
Zhang Yang wore an expression of compassion for all under heaven. Standing opposite him were Village Chief Niu Jiao, the seven village elders, and the memorial tablet of a Supreme Elder.
"If you want to cooperate, that's fine, but you must teach us that Ninefold Mountain Sword Form of yours in its entirety, not the shoddy stuff you used to fool us with yesterday. Also, hand over the spell you used last night to rouse the Three Yin Drum. If you do that, I'm even willing to give you the position of village chief."
Niu Jiao spoke with a gloomy expression. This was the sincerity they had come up with overnight.
"So you never believed in the sword form I taught you from the very beginning? Is that also why you wanted to kill me?"
Zhang Yang frowned, his expression extremely odd.
"Hmph! Though we're people of the wilderness, we still know what's good!"
"Then there's nothing I can do. What I taught you yesterday really was the Ninefold Mountain Sword Form. You actually didn't believe me? Hahaha! How interesting. This isn't sincere enough."
Zhang Yang's expression turned solemn. These detestable fellows actually refused to give him the chance to become Saint Zhang or Duke Zhang