Yang City.
Several days later, Zhang Ming returned to Yang City, travel-worn and carrying large and small bundles.
The familiar, bustling Yang City came into view, and at last, a faint smile appeared on Zhang Ming's face.
Although Zhang Ming believed that no one would ever trace the destruction of the Hundred Beasts Sect back to him.
After all, who would imagine that the Hundred Beasts Sect had been destroyed because someone killed a sect outcast, then, afraid of trouble, simply wiped out the outcast's former sect in one sweep?
Moreover, everyone who knew about the entire matter was already dead.
If anyone still set their sights on him—
Zhang Ming figured he could only say: "You're the protagonist, aren't you? No matter how far-fetched the reason, you can always find the final big boss behind it!"
Pah—
Pulling his wandering thoughts back, Zhang Ming muttered inwardly, Has something gone wrong with my brain? Ever since I've had some free time lately, my thoughts keep flying off uncontrollably.
What's the reason? Am I so relaxed that my brain has too much processing power with nowhere to go, so it can only run wild in every direction? Or have I exposed my true nature?
Of the two explanations, one was excessive brainpower, and the other was his true nature.
Zhang Ming had noticed the excess brainpower long ago. Repeated use of [Ignite Comprehension] passively increased his intelligence and comprehension by a small amount.
After several months and dozens, nearly a hundred uses, the accumulated improvement had become remarkably substantial.
The second was his true nature.
His true nature!
Ever since learning that this was a world where martial arts transcended the ordinary, Zhang Ming had actually been cautious at every turn, terrified of exposing something and drawing powerful enemies.
But his