Chapter 57: The Storage Ring

"But if you think you can run, think again!"

This guy had cornered him, demanded he kneel and pay compensation—naturally, he couldn't let him off easily. In a few swift moves, he took care of several martial artists at the fifth level, Peak of Strength Realm, who were acting as shills. His body swayed, and he shot straight ahead in pursuit of "Master Moyang."

With his physical strength greatly enhanced, Zhang Xuan moved like a frog, each time his feet gripped the ground, leaping dozens of meters. Though he had no light-body techniques, he was as fast as a roc.

"Holy crap!"

The fleeing "Master Moyang" turned his head to see the other man bounding toward him like an immortal, and was so frightened he nearly choked and fell flat on his face.

He had thought this was a lamb he could crush at will to avenge his humiliation, never dreaming he had run straight into a lion's mouth.

If he'd known the guy was this fierce, he wouldn't have come even if beaten to death!

The fellow was so young—even if he'd been training since the womb, he couldn't have gotten this strong so fast...

"Master Moyang" was inwardly wounded beyond measure, wishing he could just die.

When he was swindling people at the mall, if he hadn't been so loose-tongued and chosen this guy, the other wouldn't have exposed his scheme, and he could have swindled the money and left grandly, escorted out with respect. If he'd slunk away after being exposed, none of this mess would have happened. But no, he had to seek revenge—and now, not only had he failed, he was being chased like a grandson. What kind of nonsense was this...

Truly, if you don't court death, you won't die. My heart...

Zhang Xuan himself was only nineteen. After cultivating the Heavenly Way Divine Art and the Heavenly Way Golden Body, his body had been nourished by true energy, washing his marrow and forging his bones, making him look even younger—at first glance, no more than seventeen or eighteen.

At such an age, common sense dictated he should be at most at the first or second level of martial artist. Yet when he struck, no one could last a single exchange. No wonder they ran.

"Stop right there!"

As he wallowed in self-pity, his breath caught, and he heard a faint voice behind him.

Bang!

Before he could turn to attack, a pain struck his back, and he stumbled, flying face-first across the ground. His face plowed a deep furrow like an iron plow.

"My face..." "Master Moyang" wanted to cry but had no tears.

He didn't need to look to know that his face was completely ruined.

Crack!

Before he could wallow in sorrow, a foot stomped onto his head.

"If you wanted to kill me, you should have expected this..."

Zhang Xuan stood on the man's head, his expression calm.

Though in his past life he had been just an ordinary librarian, now that he had integrated into this world, he understood the principle that might makes right.

If he hadn't been strong enough today, he might well have died.

"Don't kill me! If you spare me, I'll give you all my savings from these years..."

Feeling the foot on his head, ready to crush him with a single step, "Master Moyang" trembled uncontrollably.

Compared to his life, money was far less important.

"Oh? Let me see if it's enough to buy your life."

Zhang Xuan said flatly.

"Yes, yes!"

Hearing the opening in the other's tone, "Master Moyang" hurriedly fumbled, took a ring from his finger, and handed it over. "Everything's inside... Please, sir, take a look!"

"Inside?" Zhang Xuan frowned.

What could a ring hold?

But as a "master," he couldn't very well ask. With a thought, a book appeared.

"Low-grade storage ring, with three cubic meters of space. Weakness: crude refining technique..."

The book detailed the ring's information.

"A storage ring? I didn't expect this big swindler to have such a treasure. This is a huge gain!"

When he had browsed books in the academy library, he had learned that such mustard-seed-to-Mount-Sumeru treasures existed in this world. He had thought they were far out of reach, but this guy actually had one!

Though it was only a low-grade storage ring, it was probably worth at least five hundred thousand gold coins.

Even the academy elders might not be able to afford one.

That a wandering swindler had such an item surprised him.

But on second thought, it made sense. Without it, how could he carry away the money he swindled? If he had to carry it on his back, he would surely have been caught and executed long ago.

It seemed this guy must have spent a fortune to buy it.

Sure enough, seeing the pained look on the man's face as he handed it over, it was clear he was reluctant.

Following the method for using a storage ring he had read in the books, Zhang Xuan dripped a drop of blood onto it.

Hum!

With a thought, a space of three cubic meters appeared before him, piled with gold coins—tens of thousands of them.

This guy might be a scumbag, but he had quite a stash.

"Sir, you've taken the ring. Please spare my life..." Seeing the young man refine the ring, "Master Moyang" urged anxiously.

"Let you go? It's not impossible. If you hand over the banknotes you've hidden on you, I might just spare your life." Zhang Xuan looked at him with a smile.

"You... you..."

His pupils contracted, "Master Moyang" looked as if he had seen a ghost, his face full of disbelief.

A cunning rabbit has three burrows. As a swindler, he had long planned for being caught. When he fled earlier, he had secretly hidden the banknotes from his years of savings on his person, precisely to guard against capture. That was why he had so generously handed over the storage ring—to lull the other into not searching him.

If he could escape this time, even without the storage ring and some gold coins, with the banknotes in hand, he could still live a carefree life as a wealthy man and make a comeback!

He thought he had been very discreet, never dreaming that this young man, who looked so small, had already seen through it.

How... how did he know?

Even if he was strong, he couldn't see through his clothes and find the banknotes hidden inside!

Rip!

Without wasting words, Zhang Xuan grabbed and tore open the man's clothes, revealing ten banknotes, each with a face value of one hundred thousand, totaling a million!

"What a haul..."

Seeing so much money, Zhang Xuan was overjoyed, his eyes shining.

"I've given you all my money. Can you let me go now..."

Seeing that the other knew even where he had hidden his money, "Master Moyang" looked utterly dejected, all his former swagger gone, on the verge of tears.

"Heh, Yang Mo, apprentice appraiser, professional swindler from Liuzhu Kingdom, often posing as an appraiser to swindle money and women, skilled in the martial technique of Enchanting Sound, able to beguile people's hearts with his words, making them naturally trust him..."

Zhang Xuan didn't lift his foot but cheerfully recited the introduction of this "master" from the library.

"You... you... how do you know? Who the hell are you?"

"Master Moyang," Yang Mo, shrank his pupils, trembling all over, his face full of terror.