Zhang San, please behave yourself!-Chapter 893 - 827: I’m Not an Assassin

Zhang San and Long Xutuo led twenty thousand troops away from Qing City Mountain.

Long Xutuo felt somewhat relieved that he hadn’t actually engaged in battle with the Qing City Sword Sect this time.

After all, the Qing City Sword Sect and King of Shu, Yang Ling, were relatives by marriage.

Fortunately, everything could be resolved peacefully.

However, as he was riding side by side with Zhang San, Long Xutuo couldn’t help but worry about what to do next.

Just then, from a distance, a lone cavalryman galloped towards them frantically.

"Long Xutuo, hear the command!"

Before Long Xutuo could see who it was, the rider began reading out orders to him.

"Today, the Red Emperor acts unrighteously, secretly harming Kaihuang, and then ascends the throne. This is a great treachery! Moreover, he desires to harm his brothers, throwing the Imperial Clan into chaos! Now, King of Shu, Yang Ling of Sword South Path, follows the heavenly principles and destiny, calling upon all under heaven to unite in punishment of the Red Emperor!"

"Order Long Xutuo to lead his troops and assemble fifty miles northwest of Yizhou City, awaiting further orders. Together, we shall overthrow the Red Emperor and restore the Great Sui!"

After shouting the orders, the messenger had already reached Long Xutuo.

He promptly handed over the orders from King of Shu, Yang Ling, to Long Xutuo with both hands.

The courier had a proud look on his face.

After all, he had just finished delivering the orders and had conveniently arrived at Long Xutuo’s side, timing it just right.

However, Long Xutuo did not immediately accept the orders from King of Shu, Yang Ling, but looked awkwardly at Zhang San beside him.

Zhang San gave a slight smile and said, "General Long, just accept the orders."

Long Xutuo felt even more embarrassed about accepting the orders because of Zhang San.

But there was no choice, since it was a command from King of Shu, Yang Ling, he couldn’t ignore it and reluctantly accepted it.

The courier gave Long Xutuo a puzzled look, then glanced at Zhang San.

"This young general looks mighty and handsome, with an extraordinary bearing. Is he a new general in the army?"

Curious, the courier examined Zhang San’s armor and felt that it seemed to be of a higher rank than Long Xutuo’s.

Zhang San clasped his fist in salute towards the courier and said, "I am not a new general in the army. I am the Divine Martial Great General, Deputy Chief of the Town Martial Office, Zhang San."

Hearing this, the courier couldn’t help but think that King of Shu, Yang Ling, decided to rebel because the Red Emperor had dispatched Divine Martial Great General Zhang San to quash the rebellion, forcing him to take action against Zhang San.

Who would have thought that he would encounter Zhang San here?

He worried that Zhang San might suddenly attack him.

At this point, not only the courier was embarrassed, but Long Xutuo was also quite awkward.

However, seeing that Zhang San didn’t say anything else, the courier quickly spurred his horse and galloped away.

Long Xutuo stood awkwardly by, not knowing what to say.

Zhang San, on the other hand, seemed indifferent, and with a smile, he clasped his fist towards Long Xutuo.

"General Long, since you have tasks to attend to, you should proceed with them. After all, my side is finished. Thank you for your help this time."

Long Xutuo’s face turned red, and after a long pause, he squeezed out a sentence: "Great General Zhang, I’m a loyal minister!"

Zhang San laughed and said, "I know that. No worries. Go and join the other troops of Sword South Path. I’ll find you later. No matter what thoughts you have, don’t rush to show them. Wait patiently for the right moment. When I arrive, I’ll take care of everything."

Feeling powerless, Long Xutuo had no choice but to lead his troops away.

And as Long Xutuo’s troops left, Wang Ziteng reported to Zhang San: "Brother San, in the past few days, there have been over ten waves of assassins. Most of them were captured as soon as they entered the camp. How should we handle them?"

"We didn’t make things difficult for them, did we?"

Zhang San asked.

Wang Ziteng grinned and replied, "No, we just treated them to regular food and drink. I interrogated them briefly, and apart from a few young disciples from martial forces outside Sword South Path who wanted to make a name for themselves by assassinating you, most came because they heard that those three you caught before were released and received a lot of money. So, they thought of coming to have a go, see if they could profit too."

Upon hearing this, Zhang San couldn’t help but chuckle.

"Let Baili Niezhen handle this matter. She should represent us since it chiefly concerns me, so let’s not use the military budget..."

Zhang San hesitated for a moment and added, "Use the Town Martial Office’s funds for this. Give them some money and let them leave. Have Baili Niezhen and the other cat-eared ladies handle it to convey my intentions."

Wang Ziteng had expected Zhang San might release them, but he didn’t expect him to have Baili Niezhen release them instead.

"Moreover, instruct the troops that whenever an assassin is encountered, have them registered, assess their skills and fame, and give them money before letting them go."

Hearing Zhang San’s arrangement left Wang Ziteng dumbfounded.

An assassin comes to you, checks in, and gets paid?

Does that mean I could get paid too?

Very soon, Wang Ziteng and Baili Niezhen had organized the entire process for receiving and registering assassins.

Just as they had gotten everything in order, an old man with white hair and beard arrived.

"Excuse me, is Zhang San here?"

Baili Niezhen immediately went over to greet him warmly.

"Sir, are you here to assassinate our master, Zhang San? No need for that, just go through this process, register your sect, realm, and basic information, and we will give you a fee based on your overall ability."

At that moment, the old man was dumbfounded looking at the half-demon cat-eared lady in front of him.

"No...um...wait! Maybe I’ve been meditating too long, and my brain is having trouble keeping up. Let me take a moment..."

The old man walked around in circles for a while before asking, "If I’m here to assassinate Zhang San, I just get the money and leave? Is that what you mean?"

"Yes. Since your assassination attempt would fail, and my master would release you and pay you anyway. So now, we just go through the process. Sir, please come this way for registration."

Baili Niezhen pointed towards a cat-eared lady responsible for registration not far away.

But the old man suddenly waved his hand and said angrily, "I’m not here for money; I’m here to see Zhang San! Bring Zhang San out to meet me!"

Baili Niezhen frowned, unsure if the old man didn’t want the money or what.

Just then, Hu walked out of the military camp, glanced at the old man, and asked, "What do you want?"

Seeing that this Tiger Demon could speak and seemed very powerful, the old man clasped his hands and said, "I am the thirty-eighth generation ancestor of Qing City Sword Sect, Green Shadow Sword Foundation Establishment!"

So, Hu brought Foundation Establishment into the Central Army tent to meet Zhang San.

Zhang San was very surprised that the ancestor of Qing City Sword Sect had come to see him, so he immediately came over with the Immortal Monarch Who Treads Snow in Search of Plums.

Meanwhile, he had the Vermilion Bird prepare in the shadows, ready to strike if necessary.

"Zhang San, junior, greets Senior Xiu."

Foundation Establishment glanced at Zhang San and sneered.

"Young man, are you the one trying to swallow up my Qing City Sword Sect?"

Zhang San clasped his hands and smiled, "Senior Xiu, you’ve misunderstood. I dare not annex any martial forces. I simply saw an opportunity to invite Qing City Sword Sect to join our Town Martial Office to promote our sword dao. What brings you here, Senior Xiu?"

Foundation Establishment looked at Zhang San, then said coldly, "Your appearance is quite comparable to mine in my youth, but I’m curious about your swordsmanship."

Zhang San immediately waved his hand and said, "This junior primarily practices the Blade Technique; my swordsmanship is lacking."

"Nonsense! How could your swordsmanship be lacking if you’ve mastered the three core sword techniques of my Qing City Sword Sect within three days and nights? I won’t make it difficult for you, as competing with you would be bullying on my part. So, just tell me your understanding of the Shadow Sword Technique. I want to see your depth in sword dao."

Zhang San frowned, feeling as if the old man’s sly gaze was revealing something.