Chapter 21: Human Body Modification?
“I don’t know,” Zhao He said aggrievedly, “that guy suddenly acted like the God of War had possessed him, shattering my Demon Slaying Saber.”
“Is the opponent’s scroll painting very strong?” Wu Xian asked seriously.
“No scroll painting, just fists.” Zhao He said with lingering fear, “Simply… simply… not human.”
Wu Xian’s pupils contracted, “What? Are you sure you’re not joking?”
“Brother, I’ve been beaten like this, how could I be in the mood to joke with you.”
Wu Xian took a deep breath and immediately had Zhao He send the clinic address, which was in the vicinity of North Street District.
Moments later, they arrived at the clinic.
Zhao He and his group were scattered in the clinic like defeated soldiers, each with bandages on their bodies, listless, clearly in a state of being beaten senseless.
“Take me to meet that Zhang Mazi.”
Wu Xian didn’t waste words and directly signaled Zhao He and the others to lead the way.
“Huh?” Zhao He and the others were full of fear, “Don’t go, that guy is too terrifying.”
“Less nonsense, lead the way!”
Seeing Wu Xian insistent on going, Zhao He felt helpless inside.
After signaling the severely injured henchmen to rest well, he went with Blondie, limping along to lead the way for Wu Xian.
“Little Boss, how about we don’t go, that guy is really off,” Zhao He said with lingering fear: “The Demon Slaying Saber chopped on him without a scratch, instead it shook my arm numb.”
“Are you sure it’s not scroll painting armor or clothing?” Wu Xian confirmed again.
Zhao He shook his head without thinking, “Absolutely not, there’s no scroll painting fluctuation on him at all.”
“That’s strange.” Wu Xian grew more and more curious.
Then, under the lead of Zhao He and the others, they successfully found the traces of Zhang Mazi’s gang.
At this time, Zhang Mazi’s gang was skillfully rummaging through the trash heap.
“That’s Zhang Mazi, full name Zhang Zifeng.” Zhao He introduced in a low voice: “He’s an old hand in North Street District, came even earlier than me and Blondie.”
Wu Xian looked curiously, seeing nothing particularly special.
At first glance, he was just a middle-aged man with a pockmarked face, in his forties, not very burly, but with smooth muscle lines, scars all over his body, clearly a ruthless person who had come out of mountains of knives and seas of fire.
“Level Three Spiritual Energy Cultivation, that shouldn’t be right?”
If it were Level Four or Five Spiritual Energy Cultivation, paired with some body techniques or combat skills, maybe it could punch and shatter【Demon Slaying Saber】.
After all, every level increase in spiritual energy level doubles the enhancement effect on spiritual power and body.
But the opponent clearly only had Level Three Spiritual Energy Cultivation, same level as Zhao He.
“Let’s go!” Wu Xian signaled with his eyes.
Zhao He and Blondie suppressed their fear and proactively stepped forward to taunt and provoke.
Zhang Mazi swept a cold glance over, and just with that look, he scared Zhao He and Blondie into stuttering.
Wu Xian smoothly stepped forward, “Did you injure them?”
“Where did this young punk come from?” Zhang Mazi frowned and sized him up, “Here to stand up for Zhao He and them?”
Wu Xian neither confirmed nor denied, “North Street District’s resources aren’t too many, but not too few either, we’re all picking up scraps to make a living, why make it absolute, right?”
Hearing this, Zhang Mazi and his men burst into laughter together.
“Who the hell are you?” Zhang Mazi sneered disdainfully, “You think you can teach Laozi how to do things?”
Wu Xian didn’t get angry, and with a wave of his hand, he threw out the God of Wealth Scroll. Amid surging golden-red blood light, the God of Wealth made a cool entrance.
His majestic eyes swept once, instantly intimidating Zhang Mazi and his group.
“So you’re a Spirit Tamer? No wonder you’re so confident,” a hint of unusual complexity flashed in Zhang Mazi’s eyes, “Got a scroll painting and you think you’re great? Laozi beats scroll paintings—!”
With that, he charged at Wu Xian and the God of Wealth like a fierce beast unleashed from its cage, at a speed that left people dumbfounded.
“Such fast speed!”
Wu Xian’s pupils contracted sharply.
Was this the speed a Level Three spiritual energy cultivator could have?
Bang!
Zhang Mazi’s fierce punch was easily blocked by the aura of wealth around the God of Wealth.
“?!”
Zhang Mazi was clearly startled.
“That’s…” Wu Xian soon noticed the colorful glow flowing on Zhang Mazi’s body, “Spiritual Substance? No, not simple spiritual substance, but a spiritual structure highlighting spiritual characteristics!”
Wu Xian widened his eyes in disbelief, looking at Zhang Mazi as if he had seen a ghost.
This person seemed to have fused spiritual substance into his body.
Damn… body modification?
“What the hell is this, break for me—!”
Zhang Mazi’s face twisted, his eyes turned red, as if enduring some kind of pain, his whole body’s muscles and veins wriggled strangely, and his power further climbed.
The consumption speed of the aura of wealth around the God of Wealth clearly accelerated a lot.
Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t break through the protection.
Roar!
The Black Tiger let out an angry roar, its tiger claw swiped out, sending Zhang Mazi flying back on the spot.
Zhang Mazi staggered to steady himself, full of shock: “What exactly are you?”
Such a powerful scroll painting was clearly not something an ordinary Spirit Tamer could possess.
“You put spiritual substance into your body, how did you do it?”
Wu Xian was curious about Zhang Mazi’s bizarre condition.
On the other side, seeing Wu Xian not falling behind at all, Zhao He and Blondie instantly turned into cheerleaders, “Little Boss is awesome, kill that bastard!”
“With such a high-end scroll painting, still coming to rob trash, are you sick!”
Zhang Mazi’s face flickered uncertainly, unable to comprehend.
“Brother Zhang might have misunderstood, actually I’m a trash collector.” Wu Xian restrained his aura and explained: “Zhao He and them have been supplying goods to me, but lately there’s suddenly no goods.”
“Collector?” Zhang Mazi was stunned in astonishment.
“That’s right,” Wu Xian nodded with a smile: “If Brother Zhang is interested, you can also sell goods to me, price absolutely fair.”
Zhang Mazi frowned tightly, “Sorry, we have our own channels.”
Wu Xian was secretly surprised.
Good grief, even high price couldn’t pry it open, this was obviously not normal.
But Zhang Mazi clearly had no intention of revealing his own boss, and after some hesitation, he said: “You need these trash scrap materials too, right? Like this, from now on the trash in North Street District, we split half and half, mind your own business, how about it?”
“Fine.” Wu Xian pondered and nodded.
Zhang Mazi didn’t waste words anymore, signaled his henchmen, and then took his leave.
“Awesome, Little Boss!” Zhao He and Blondie cheered excitedly.
But Wu Xian’s mind was full of Zhang Mazi’s back figure, “Do you know who the boss behind Zhang Mazi is?”
Zhao He shook his head bewilderedly, “Our two groups have always been at odds, naturally we don’t know these things, but their supply channel has always been quite stable.”
“Find an opportunity to help me probe around.” Wu Xian narrowed his eyes in deep thought, “I’m very interested in the boss behind them.”
“No problem, leave it to us brothers.”
Zhao He confidently patted his chest, but forgot his ribs were broken in several places, grimacing in pain.
“Right, your Demon Slaying Saber shattered, right?” Wu Xian changed the subject.
Zhao He smiled bitterly in dejection, “I was originally saving up for a main scroll painting, now it’s good, have to start from scratch again.”
“No worries, Younger Brother has Ice Spray, can cover for Big Brother for a while,” Blondie comforted: “And with Little Boss holding down the fort, Zhang Mazi and them shouldn’t dare act rashly, then directly use the main scroll painting.”
“It’s possible, but…” Zhao He looked troubled, “but current savings are still a bit short of the down payment, and the two kids at home going to school also costs money.”
Wu Xian seized the opportunity, “How about considering my Guardian Tiger or Chicken King?”
With that, he summoned the Chicken King and Guardian Tiger, giving Zhao He a live demonstration.
“Huh?”
Zhao He and Blondie thought they had misheard.
“Although Chicken King and Guardian Tiger are a bit inferior to this humanoid scroll painting of mine, they’re definitely better than what you can buy on the market,” Wu Xian continued selling, “Key is, the scroll painter behind me has just emerged, price is still cheap, how about it, want to consider?”
If there are typos, please point them out, fellow God of Wealth.
Chicken Bro has been the king of typos since young, although I proofread after writing, there are bound to be oversights.
