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Zhou Zishu suddenly felt a gaze shoot towards him, like someone was watching him in specific, and turned his head at just the right time to meet with Ye Baiyi's line of sight. The man was also standing in the crowd at a distance neither far nor close; he indicated nothing, not even nodding or calling out to greet him, and only stared at him with unblinking eyes. That expression was serene, as if in that moment, he was telling Zhou Zishu "you're about to die".
You're about to die, and you've been a tortoise with your head drawn into that sh.e.l.l on your back all your life, Zhou Zishu narrated silently within himself. He thought: what's with the seriousness? Everything's gotten to this point; what road is being so conscientiously paved, and what for? What's with the plotting, too? If someone goes their whole life never being impetuous, wouldn't that be too oppressive, too miserable?
He spontaneously discovered the reality that his wish turned out to be nothing more than not being a b.a.s.t.a.r.d turtle that tucked its head away.
Just then, all these unceasingly noisy people heard a soft chuckle. His laughter should not have normally been so clearly audible in the clamor of the crowd, but he had used some sort of method to exponentially keep everyone's voices down. After that, a man of sickly and plain looks walked out and laid things straight in a lowered voice. "All of you – what's the logic in making things difficult for a child under the eyes of so many?"
Zhang Chengling opened his eyes, parted his lips, and soundlessly mouthed "shifu".
Cao Weining had referred Zhou Zishu for Gao Chong, so Gao Chong had paused for a moment before calling out his ident.i.ty. "Brother Zhou."
He felt it very odd, though. This man currently had an imposing aura that was characteristic of a masterly type, so it stood to reason that Gao Chong absolutely should have had an imprint of him in his memory. On the contrary, the day Cao Weining had brought them to the Gao's Manor, he had never paid attention to him. Even right now, he could only barely recall that his surname was Zhou, and he couldn't remember his first name. There was a faint chill in Gao Chong's heart.
All he saw was Zhou Zishu beckoning to Zhang Chengling. "Get over here, brat."
Zhang Chengling promptly pounced into his arms with no questions asked, practically more affectionate than if he had seen his own dad.
"And who are you?" Feng Xiaofeng asked in his shrill voice.
Zhou Zishu loosely held Zhang Chengling by the shoulders as he inclined his head to glance at Feng Xiaofeng, and, upon witnessing his appearance, felt extremely upset. He subsequently provoked him, calmly. "Do you not recognize who your daddy is, dwarf?"
Feng Xiaofeng was enraged. Gao Shannu didn't wait for him to say anything this time, giving a deep roar as he rushed to throw himself at Zhou Zishu. His form was ma.s.sive, and every time he took a step, it seemed like the ground's surface shook thrice with him. Paired with the enormous momentum of his leap was a meteor hammer about the size of a human head swinging in his hands, since he wanted to hammer Zhou Zishu into meat paste.
He seemed to treat every person that had the audacity to humiliate Feng Xiaofeng as if they were an arch-nemesis that had killed his father. The relationship between the two was really quite bizarre.
Zhou Zishu's form flickered and was no longer in the same place, casually bringing Zhang Chengling with him. The meteor hammer slammed into the ground and smashed a huge pit into the bluestone tile.
Gao Chong looked on with a detached eye, getting the sense that this man's qinggong had apparently reached the stage of perfection, as he still had such a speed while holding someone.
As Gao Shannu's. .h.i.t failed to land, he raised his arm and swept the hammer out again with a whizz. Zhou Zishu kept watch for the timing carefully, then used the tip of his toes to lightly nudge its chain up a little bit, pulling it another two chi. Then, going along with the path the weapon's swing was taking, he added a kick to the hammer's head — it was unknown how much strength he used for it, but by the time people reacted, the hammer was already circling back and flinging itself straight towards its owner.
Gao Shannu didn't have a very nimble figure, so he truly wasn't able to avoid it. In a fit of desperation, he braced his entire body, shrunk back his head, and barely managed to lean to the side. With a huge shout, he used his shoulder to take the blow, and his entire person flew out from the hammer strike and got thrown down to the ground.
Feng Xiaofeng screeched as if he was the one struck. He didn't care about others at this moment, leaping up to go take a look at his Gao Shannu before anything else. Gao Shannu's shoulder was shattered on one side, but he ultimately had thicker skin and flesh than anyone else, so he was still alive, awake, and fully conscious. He was huddled up into a huge lump on the floor, not making a sound, and his eyes gazed at Feng Xiaofeng with such pain.
Feng Xiaofeng lifted his head then, casting Zhou Zishu a ferocious look.
Zhou Zishu looked as placid as water. "He wanted my life, but I don't want his." He tugged at Zhang Chengling. "Let's go."
"Hold it!" This time it was the Hua Shan Patriarch, Yu Qiufeng*, the few Elders of the Hua Shan Sect all following behind. His complexion was utterly poor as he examined Zhou Zishu, and soon after he half-heartedly and sloppily cupped in fists in salute towards him, gritting his teeth as he spoke. "Wayward champion, you're taking this child away right before the eyes of this land's heroes, but aren't you paying too little attention to the elephant in the room?"
Zhou Zishu shot him a glance. “What about it, then, Patriarch Yu?” he asked with indifference.
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“You can go," Yu Qiufeng said, "but first, make him say why he's been repeatedly chased by people with the intent to kill him. Is there or is there not actually a relationship between the Zhang family and the Lapis Armor? And who has the Lapis Armor right now?!”
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