piratefiction Where did Chapter 29 go?
Where did Chapter 29 go?
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Looking at their gazes, Zhang Ping felt a headache coming on.
"Brother Zhang, what's wrong?"
Heng Ziyang leaned closer, his tone concerned. He placed one hand on Zhang Ping's shoulder and pulled another pill from his waist with the other. "Is the aftereffect of the aura kicking in? I have another Tranquilizing Pill here, would you like one?"
Zhang Ping looked at the pill, then at Heng Ziyang's obsequious, almost fawning expression, and sighed inwardly.
He knew why Heng Ziyang was so enthusiastic.
Top ten on the Demon Slayer Ranking.
Although Heng Ziyang didn't explicitly say what this identity meant in the Jingtian Sect, Zhang Ping could already tell from his rambling introduction that the top ten disciples on the Demon Slayer Ranking were definitely not simple.
And it will cause a lot of trouble.
However, he originally just wanted to find a backer, but he didn't expect that before he could find a backer, he would become the backer in other people's eyes.
Moreover, to be honest, those two could have easily killed him with a single move.
He still remembered how the greyhound had run away in such a sorry state.
He then took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, suppressing the jumbled thoughts in his mind.
He cupped his hands in greeting to the two men and said, "Now that the test is over, I'll head back to rest. I'm really exhausted."
"If anything happens, Brother Heng, please contact me. I'm usually at the Fenggu City government office during the day."
Heng Ziyang looked somewhat troubled upon hearing this. He carefully considered his words before speaking, "Right now, you should be coming with me to see the town lord. According to the rules, after passing the Mirror of Intent test, the newcomer must meet with the town lord, who will personally confirm their affiliation and duties."
"But it's alright. Brother Zhang has had a long night and certainly deserves some rest. I'll inform the town lord."
He patted his chest, as if to say, "The town lord isn't an unreasonable person. It's no big deal to meet him a day later."
Then he led the way and took him out directly.
Although Guo Jie really wanted to have a match with Zhang Ping, the current situation made it impossible for him to do so.
After seeing Zhang Ping off, Heng Ziyang found him a carriage and said he would take Zhang Ping back.
This made Zhang Ping really uncomfortable, so he declined the offer, simply led over a horse, sat on it, and then whipped it away.
"Take care, Brother Zhang. I'll come to see you again tomorrow."
Guo Jie stood behind Heng Ziyang, watching him bid farewell to his loved one, his lips twitched slightly, revealing a look of disdain.
"You've gone too far." His words were cold and full of dissatisfaction.
"Brother Guo, you've been in this sect for so long, surely you know how powerful someone is who can break into the top ten on their first entry into the realm of intent?"
Guo Jie remained silent.
Heng Ziyang didn't need him to respond and continued talking on his own.
"They're all being groomed to be town lords or suppression envoys. At the very least, they'll become branch leaders, which is a huge improvement over us errand runners."
"Who knows, we might even end up working for him in the future. If we don't cultivate a good relationship now, what will we do when he becomes successful and we start trying to curry favor with him? That's called opportunism, not friendship. This is friendship."
Guo Jie listened to him but didn't reply. Instead, he turned around and walked into the cave.
Seeing that he was about to leave, Heng Ziyang immediately chased after him, his tone tinged with anxiety, "Brother Guo, you're just too cold-hearted. Let me tell you, interpersonal relationships aren't as simple as you think."
But Guo Jie walked away quickly, barely paying attention to him, which made Heng Ziyang a little anxious.
"Why don't you come with me to see the town lord?"
Guo Jie said without turning his head, "You can go."
"I can't explain it all by myself; you'll have to be there to testify. When the town lord asks, I can't possibly be the only one putting on a show, can I?"
Their voices gradually faded into the depths of the passageway.
Outside the cave, the night wind continued to blow.
Zhang Ping rode his horse, estimating that it would take about half an hour to arrive.
The moon had already begun to set in the west, hanging above the mountaintop and casting long shadows.
In the distance, torches on the city wall formed a thin line, winding through the darkness.
There were hardly any people left at the city gate.
The soldiers guarding the city had set up a simple shed nearby; some were dozing off, while others were chatting.
One of the older guards saw Zhang Ping, rubbed his eyes, stood up and went to greet him.
"Officer Zhang, why are you back so late?"
"I went out to take care of some errands."
Zhang Ping reined in his horse and took out his waist token from his pocket, waving it around.
Even though we don't use this method, there's still a procedure to follow.
The guard glanced at the badge, smiled, waved, and shouted towards the top of the city gate, "Open the side gate! Constable Zhang is back!"
A short while later, the side door creaked open.
Zhang Ping spurred his horse into the gate, and as he passed the guards, he took out a few pieces of silver from his pocket and tossed them over.
"Brothers, you've worked hard. It's chilly at night, let's buy a pot of wine."
The guard caught the silver grain, his smile widening as he repeatedly expressed his gratitude.
Zhang Ping waved his hand, rode his horse through the city gate, and entered the city. The horse's hooves clattered crisply on the bluestone pavement, carrying far through the empty streets.
The night in Fenggu City is very quiet.
At this hour, the streets were deserted, with only the sound of the night watchman's clapper echoing from afar.
Zhang Ping walked along the main street for a while, turned into a small alley, and then crossed two more streets before arriving at the alley where he lived.
He dismounted and led the horse into the alley.
Zhang Ping pushed open the door and found that the yard had been tidied up.
The bloodstains left by Li Changyun, the courtyard gate, and the surrounding wall have all been repaired perfectly.
It must be said that Zhou Zheng did a pretty good job in these small matters.
He tied the horse to the stake in the corner of the yard, scooped half a bucket of water from the bucket and poured it into the stone trough, then stretched his body and walked towards the house.
He walked to the door, but suddenly paused as he reached out to push it open.
He did so simply because he discovered someone was inside the house.
Faint breathing sounds, accompanied by a familiar fragrance.
Zhang Ping sniffed hard, because the scent was all too familiar to him.
Qian Yue'e.
He pushed open the door and entered. The room was dark, but moonlight filtered through the paper windows, casting a hazy glow. With his enhanced vision from his Body Tempering Realm cultivation, Zhang Ping immediately spotted the person on the bed.
Qian Yue'e lay on her side on the bed, covered only by a thin sheet.
The moonlight shone on her exposed shoulders, making that patch of skin stand out strikingly white.
Zhang Ping's gaze swept over her bare shoulders and then landed on the table beside the bed.
There was a bamboo basket on the table, covered with a blue cloth.
Zhang Ping walked over, lifted the blue cloth, and saw that inside was an earthenware pot containing chicken soup that had gone cold.
The person on the bed seemed to hear the noise, turned over, and the thin sheet slipped down her shoulders. She opened her eyes slightly, looked for Zhang Ping's position in the darkness, and then lazily spoke.
"Why are you only getting back now?"
Her voice was soft and limp, with that sticky, sleepy quality that comes with just waking up.
"Didn't we say you weren't on duty tonight? Where did you go?"
Zhang Ping didn't answer, but walked to the bedside and began to untie the ties of his clothes.