Starting Cultivation During a Trip-Chapter 262 - 154: Outstanding Individual Zhang Fan! Li Yishan’s Stepmother_2

Chapter 262: Chapter 154: Outstanding Individual Zhang Fan! Li Yishan’s Stepmother_2

"Do they have any problems?" Zhang Fan glanced at the files in his hand and asked casually.

"For now, it seems there are no real issues," Bai Buran said in a grave tone.

Last night, the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance interrogated the two brothers all night, even resorted to some shady methods. Judging from what they’ve got, the brothers are clean.

But this matter can’t be wrapped up so quickly; during the investigation, their movements are restricted.

"So, you’ll be supervising them." Bai Buran said coolly.

"Me?" Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow.

"Why am I in charge?"

"You’re the one who personally took down Match-3 Puzzle. Technically, you’re now their direct supervisor."

Bai Buran pointed to the documents in Zhang Fan’s hand, flipped a couple more pages—there it was, his appointment letter.

"Think about it. When you get dragged into this kind of mess, black or white is never just a matter of talking it out." Bai Buran didn’t elaborate further.

The stakes were obvious: so many messes to be cleaned, so many favors and entanglements... usually unrelated to the truth. Behind Zhang Fan, Zhenwu Mountain had no idea how many times they’d covered for him.

Now, having him pull some weight and bring the people back was only fair.

"Got it."

Zhang Fan nodded. His mindset was already different from before.

"Until this is settled, keep a close eye on them. If the Daoist Alliance comes for them and you can’t hand them over, that’s trouble." Bai Buran warned.

"Understood."

Zhang Fan nodded again, took the documents, walked out, and soon set off for Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance headquarters.

When he arrived, Sui Chunsheng was waiting in person to handle the paperwork for him.

"Man, we really owe you this time. Last night was too fucking dangerous."

Once they were alone, Sui Chunsheng muttered quietly.

Last night, the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance had over twenty, thirty people on the scene. Had Meng Qingtong wiped them all out, such a massive incident—Lou Hechuan would’ve taken all the blame. If such a screw-up happened before he stepped down, "going out in disgrace" wouldn’t even begin to cover it.

Frankly, that chairman of Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance—if he could shut the doors, he should thank all eight generations of Zhang Fan’s ancestors.

"Don’t just thank me with words."

Zhang Fan had figured out the Daoist Alliance’s games ages ago; no more fake politeness. He just cut straight to the chase.

"Requested the bonus for you last night."

As they spoke, Sui Chunsheng stuffed an envelope into Zhang Fan’s hand. Zhang Fan weighed it—heavier than the last time, and opened it to check.

Three thousand cash. The bonus had more than doubled, and this time, no supermarket coupons.

Still, with the Daoist Alliance being loaded, that 3k bonus was kind of stingy considering Zhang Fan’s exploits last night.

"The money is just the start..." Sui Chunsheng patted Zhang Fan’s shoulder, eyes full of envy.

"You’ve really struck it lucky."

Zhang Fan’s attention sharpened, couldn’t help but ask:

"What else is there?"

"Look over there." Sui Chunsheng pointed offhand. Zhang Fan looked over—Zhan Xinyue was walking up with a banner in hand, on which was written:

Jiangnan Province Jade Capital City Daoist Sect Outstanding Individual Honor.

"..."

"I knew it," Zhang Fan squinted.

"Two honors in one month—right now, you’re a real figure in Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance." Sui Chunsheng was clearly envious.

You have to know, in organizations like the Daoist Alliance, to climb up the ladder it takes connections, ability, and seniority.

Banners and honors might seem useless now, but when it comes time to shuffle positions, they’re worth a lot.

"It’s not like I’m one of your people." Zhang Fan curled his lip, grumbling inside.

"Congrats, Brother Fan!"

Zhan Xinyue handed over the banner with solemnity and eyes full of longing.

They desperately wanted to move up—shame they didn’t have Zhang Fan’s strength or luck.

"..."

"So... how’s Ma Buting?" Zhang Fan clutched the banner and changed the subject.

Last night, seeing Ma Buting being carried off, he’d had barely a drop of life left.

"Not sure whether to call him lucky or unlucky."

Sui Chunsheng pursed his lips, couldn’t help but say: "Looks like Meng Qingtong was after his Primordial Spirit and avoided the vital points deliberately, so he kept his life. But his injuries..."

"He’ll probably need ages to recover."

Such a heavy blow to the chest—staying alive is practically a miracle.

Ma Buting has really hit a streak of bad luck. Top disciple of the Three Emperors Sect, high-flying talent specially recruited by Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance, arrived in Yujing City and the misfortune just kept coming.

Zhang Family’s Old Mansion was nearly roasted thanks to Zhang Fan, then after barely recovering from his injuries, promoted to High Skill, thought he’d finally made it, time to shine—then bam...

"Since his High Skill promotion, his luck just keeps sinking." Zhan Xinyue couldn’t help but say.

"Don’t talk nonsense." Sui Chunsheng warned sternly: "He’s injured in the line of duty."

"At least he’s alive." Zhang Fan couldn’t help but chuckle.

After some small talk, the Liu Brothers were finally brought out and handed over to Zhang Fan.

"They’re yours now." Sui Chunsheng had a hint of meaning in his words.

"Thanks."

Zhang Fan understood, greeted him, and left the Daoist Alliance compound with Liu Xingyu and Liu Xingtui in tow.

On the way, he also let them in on Zhenwu Mountain’s decision.

"We know."

Liu Xingtui nodded at Zhang Fan’s words: "We already called the Sect last night."

"You guys were able to use the phone inside?" Zhang Fan was surprised.

"We’re only assisting the investigation," Liu Xingyu couldn’t help but clarify.

"Alright."

Liu Xingtui raised a hand, interrupting: "Regardless, we really owe you for stepping in last night. Otherwise, we honestly don’t know if we’d still be alive."