Chapter 57: Storage Ring

"However, running away won't be that easy!"

This man had cornered him, demanding he kneel and pay. Naturally, Zhang Xuan couldn't let him off easily. He swiftly dealt with the several accomplices, who were peak Martial Artist 5-dan Dingli Realm practitioners, then swayed his body and sprinted directly after "Master Moyang."

With his physical strength significantly boosted, Zhang Xuan moved like a frog; each powerful push off the ground propelled him dozens of meters. Though he lacked specific agility martial arts, his speed was extraordinary, like that of a great roc.

"Oh no!" 'Master Moyang,' who was frantically fleeing, turned his head to see the other man soaring towards him with long strides, like an immortal. He was so terrified he nearly choked and stumbled.

He had thought Zhang Xuan was a meek lamb, easily crushed to avenge his humiliation. He never dreamed he was walking into a lion's den.

If I had known he was so formidable, I wouldn't have come even if it killed me!

This guy is so young; even if he started cultivating in the womb, he wouldn't be this fast...

'Master Moyang' felt an immense internal torment; he even wished he could die.

When he was cheating people in the marketplace, if he hadn't run his mouth and chosen this particular person, his actions wouldn't have been exposed, and he could have swaggered away with the money, respectfully seen off. Even if his scam was uncovered, if he had simply slinked away, none of this trouble would have happened. But he just had to seek revenge. Now, he didn't get his revenge; instead, he's being chased like a grandson. What a mess...!

He who seeks trouble finds it. My heart...

Zhang Xuan himself was only nineteen years old. After cultivating the Divine Path Heavenly Art and the Heavenly Dao Golden Body, his body had been nourished by true qi, cleansing his meridians and marrow and undergoing a complete transformation. He appeared even younger, looking no more than seventeen or eighteen at first glance.

At such an age, common sense dictated that being a Martial Artist 1-dan or 2-dan was already impressive. Yet, as soon as he made a move, no one could withstand even a single blow. It would be strange if they didn't run.

As he wallowed in self-pity, he nearly choked, and then heard a faint voice behind him.

"Thump!" Before he could even turn to attack, a sharp pain shot through his back, and he stumbled, sliding across the ground, his face plowing a deep furrow into the earth like an iron plow.

"My face..." 'Master Moyang' wanted to cry but had no tears left.

He didn't need to look to know that with that single hit, his face was utterly ruined.

"Crunch!" He had no time to feel sad. A foot was already planted on his head.

"If you want to kill me, you must be prepared for this outcome...," Zhang Xuan said, his expression calm, as he stood on the other's head.

Although in his previous life he was just an ordinary librarian, now that he had integrated into this world, he understood the principle that might makes right.

If he hadn't been strong today, he might very well be dead.

"Don't kill me! As long as you spare my life, I'm willing to give you all my savings from these past years...," Master Moyang pleaded, trembling incessantly with fear as he felt the other's foot on his head, knowing a single stomp could end his life.

Compared to wealth, life was, of course, far more important.

"Oh? Bring it over. Let me see if it's enough to buy your life!" Zhang Xuan said lightly.

"Yes, yes!" Hearing the slight shift in the other's tone, 'Master Moyang' quickly fumbled and pulled a ring off his hand, offering it. "Everything's in there. Please... take a look, honored sir!"

"Inside?" Zhang Xuan frowned.

What could a single ring hold?

However, as a "master," he naturally couldn't ask the other party. With a thought, a book appeared.

"Low-grade storage ring, contains three cubic meters of space. Disadvantage: Crafting method too weak..." The book meticulously detailed the ring's information.

"A storage ring? I can't believe this big swindler actually has such a good item! This is a huge gain!" While browsing books in the academy's library, he had learned that such treasures, capable of holding vastness in a small space, existed in this world. He had thought they were very rare and distant, but this guy actually had one!

Although it was just a low-grade storage ring, its price would likely be at least 500,000 gold coins.

Even the academy's elders might not be able to afford it.

The fact that a common swindler possessed such an item surprised him slightly.

However, a moment's thought brought understanding. Without such an item, how would he carry away the money he swindled? If he had to carry it physically, he would surely have been discovered, caught, and executed long ago.

It seemed this guy must have spent a considerable sum to acquire it.

Indeed, as the man handed over the item, his face showed deep anguish.

Following the descriptions of storage rings he had read in books, he offered a drop of blood.

"Hum!" With a thought, a three-cubic-meter space appeared before his eyes, filled with hundreds of thousands of gold coins.

This guy might not be much, but he certainly had accumulated a lot of wealth.

"Sir, you've taken the item, now spare my life...," Master Moyang said anxiously, seeing the young man refine the ring.

"Let you go? That's not impossible, as long as you hand over the gold notes you secretly hid on your person. Then sparing your life would be nothing," Zhang Xuan said, looking over with a smile.

"You... you..." His pupils constricted. 'Master Moyang' looked as if he had seen a ghost, his face filled with disbelief.

Like a cunning rabbit with three burrows, a swindler like him had naturally prepared for scenarios where he might be caught. When fleeing just now, to avoid being apprehended, he had secretly hidden the gold notes he had accumulated over the years on his person. It was precisely for this reason that he had generously handed over the storage ring, intending to lull the other party into not conducting a body search.

If he could just escape this time, even if he lost the storage ring and some gold coins, with the gold notes he held, he could still live as a carefree wealthy man and make a comeback!

He had thought his actions were very secretive, but he never dreamed that this seemingly young boy already knew.

How... how did he know? Even if he was powerful, he couldn't possibly see through his clothes and discover the gold notes hidden within, could he?

"Rip!" Too lazy to waste words, Zhang Xuan extended his hand and tore the other's clothes open. Indeed, ten gold notes were revealed, each with a denomination of 100,000, totaling a staggering one million!

"What a huge haul..." Seeing so much money, Zhang Xuan was in high spirits, his eyes gleaming.

"All my money is yours. You can let me go now, right...?" Seeing that the other party even knew where he hid his money, 'Master Moyang' was distraught as if he had lost his parents, his previous high spirits gone, on the verge of tears.

"Heh, Yang Mo, appraiser's apprentice, professional swindler from the Liuzhu Kingdom, often uses the title of appraiser to swindle money and women, proficient in the Bewitching Voice martial art, his speech can delude people and make them naturally trust him..." Zhang Xuan didn't lift his foot, and with a smiling face, recited the introduction of this 'master' that he had found in the library.

"You... you... how do you know? Who exactly are you?" 'Master Moyang,' Yang Mo, his pupils constricted, trembled all over, his face filled with terror.