Chapter 113: Chapter 113

"Mr. Zhang, good morning!"

As Zhang Xiaohao exited the main entrance of the company, the security guard at the door saluted him respectfully.

"Hmm," Zhang Xiaohao nodded in satisfaction and walked towards the outside.

He had only taken a few steps when he stopped again, furrowing his brow as he looked at an elderly man in black approaching from the opposite side.

The man in black was none other than the owner of the herbal store he had visited two days ago.

Seeing him approach, Zhang Xiaohao stood his ground with interest, arms crossed, wearing a playful smile on his face.

"Elder, I was wrong two days ago, please have mercy! Help me rid the poison from my body, I am willing to offer five million in cash as a reward!" the elderly man in black pleaded sincerely.

Since Zhang Xiaohao left, he had been nearly driven mad by the poison in his body.

Whenever he tried to cultivate, it felt as if an unknown poison fire was burning in his Dantian, causing heart-wrenching pain. If not for his strong willpower, gritting his teeth and persevering, he probably would have gone mad from the torment by now.

"Help you detoxify? Are we very close? What do I have to do with your life or death? Why should I help you? Five million is a lot of money! Do you think someone like me, a recluse expert, hasn’t seen money before?" Zhang Xiaohao retorted with the man’s own words.

If the man had just sold him the herbs honestly when he went to buy them that day, considering the herbs, Zhang Xiaohao would not have left him to die. But now, what did the man’s life or death have to do with him?

The elderly man in black knelt on the ground, his face showing regret as he said, "Elder, I, Sun Dafu, was wrong. Please have mercy and save me this once! I beg of you."

"Since you acknowledge me as an elder expert, do you really think my face is worth so little? Is it up to you to dictate what I should do and manipulate me?" Zhang Xiaohao mocked.

"Elder, what would make you willing to save me? Please speak plainly, no matter the conditions, even if it’s climbing the knife mountain or descending into the frying pan, I, Sun Dafu, will not even furrow my brows."

"If even I can’t handle it, do you think you can? Alright, leave now! And don’t come here again. I will not lift a finger to save you," Zhang Xiaohao said.

Having said that, Zhang Xiaohao turned and walked forward.

Seeing Zhang Xiaohao about to leave, Sun Dafu’s eyes flickered with a determined light. After struggling for a moment, he quickly stood up from the ground.

"Elder, you’re forcing my hand, sorry about this!" Sun Dafu gritted his teeth, a fierce look in his eyes.

As his words fell, he sprung forward like an eagle, right claw aimed, with a massive burst of wind, at Zhang Xiaohao’s neck.

"Hmph! Stubbornly foolish!" Zhang Xiaohao sneered.

It was as if his back had eyes when his right leg swung up high into the air.

His right leg swept across the hand that was reaching for him, the immense force sending him flying away.

Flying back a dozen steps, Sun Dafu’s body weakened, and with a thud, he fell to his knees on the ground.

Zhang Xiaohao quickly followed, his right foot kicking out again, hitting him in the chest, flipping him to the ground, and stepping on his chest. Looking down indifferently, he said, "Considering those herbs before, I won’t kill you this time! If there is a next time, and you dare to ambush me from behind, be ready to disappear from this world!"

"Mr. Zhang, are you alright?" The commotion startled the security at the door, and four guards rushed over, wielding rubber batons, coldly staring at Sun Dafu on the ground.

"I’m fine. Just ignore this guy, his brain isn’t quite right! Alright, disperse now!" Zhang Xiaohao said.

"It’s Mr. Zhang," the four security guards responded in unison, shooting the old man a fierce and threatening glance as if to say, "Old man, you better behave yourself. If you dare to disrespect Mr. Zhang again, don’t blame us for being rude."

Having dealt with Sun Dafu, Zhang Xiaohao withdrew his foot, didn’t even look at him, and chose a direction to leave.

"Senior, I won’t give up!" Sun Dafu yelled as he watched Zhang Xiaohao’s departing figure. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝘯𝘦𝘵

He inwardly cursed, wondering why he had underestimated others and why he had been so despicable to misdirect his anger at someone else.

Thinking this, Sun Dafu raised his hand and fiercely slapped himself twice, cursing himself for being worthless.

Getting up from the ground and wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Sun Dafu didn’t leave.

It had taken him great effort to find this place, to find the revered senior, and as the poison in his body was not yet cured, how could he leave so easily?

Now, thick-skinned, he walked to the entrance of Bai Xue Company and, under the strange gazes of a group of security guards, sat down on the ground...

Zhang Xiaohao had no idea what had happened at the company entrance after he left, and even if he had known, he wouldn’t have cared. No matter what Sun Dafu did, he wouldn’t change his decision—unless, of course, the sun rose in the west...

Walking on the streets of the southern district, Zhang Xiaohao wasn’t in a hurry to go to the chaotic graveyard on the outskirts of town. It was still early, and with eight or nine hours until dark, the two thousand-year-old ginseng, according to the message from "Old Man," wouldn’t appear until around ten o’clock at night.

After strolling around, compared to usual, there were many more ancient martial cultivators in the southern district.

Although some people hid themselves well, under Zhang Xiaohao’s keen gaze, infused with a fiery vision, they couldn’t remain concealed, their faces revealing evil Qi, each wearing an expression that seemed to say, "I am a bad guy, don’t mess with me."

By noon, Zhang Xiaohao had found a small restaurant and casually ordered two dishes to cope with a meal.

After eating, Zhang Xiaohao strode toward the chaotic graveyard on the outskirts.

In the past, he had casually bought a "Great Sage Equalling Heaven" mask from a street stall, and now he played with it in his hands.

Leaving the city, with few people around, Zhang Xiaohao put on the mask of the Great Sage Equalling Heaven and walked toward the chaotic graveyard.

About half an hour later, a small hill appeared up ahead, covered messily with graves everywhere.

At this time, there were already some people on the small hill, all apparently coming for that two thousand-year-old ginseng.

Zhang Xiaohao’s expression unchanged, he lifted his foot and walked toward the small hill.

Just a dozen steps away from reaching the small hill, Zhang Xiaohao’s face, hidden behind the mask of the Great Sage Equalling Heaven, suddenly frowned and he retracted the foot he had just stepped out.

He looked down at his feet.

The ground appeared to be covered with wild grass and was filled with debris, but in reality, an evil Qi was emanating from it.

Centered around this small hill, someone had laid down a sinister Array.

His gaze flickering, Zhang Xiaohao scrutinized it deeply.

He had already deciphered the purpose of the Array—it was meant to trap people and obstruct their vision, similar to the legendary "Ghost Hitting the Wall." While trapping people, should anyone within the Array die, the flesh and blood of the deceased would be absorbed by the Array and transferred into some sinister creature.

Looking down at the base of the small hill, Zhang Xiaohao sneered internally, guessing that the sinister creature must be hiding right beneath the hill, using the peculiar smell of the surrounding graves to mask its evil Qi.

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