Zhang San, please behave yourself!-Chapter 916 - 850: Bloodline Power Must Not Be Severed!
A sumptuous dinner always leaves one very satisfied.
But at this moment, after just having a grand banquet, King of Shu, Yang Ling, thought, it would be even better if during the meal, there were a few concubines by his side, some feeding him, some pouring wine, and another well-built concubine acting as a handrest beside him.
Unfortunately, ever since being detained by Zhang San these few days, indeed the food’s been very good, eats well, and even the quality of sleep seems much improved.
But the only issue is the lack of women.
It was at this time, Officer Bi walked in to deliver soup to King of Shu, Yang Ling.
"Your Highness, the King of Shu, have some ginseng soup after your meal, to replenish your energy and aid digestion."
King of Shu, Yang Ling, due to the previous experience of having Zhang San’s maid Baili Niezhen pointing a Horizontal Blade at him, instinctively felt a bit fearful towards women appearing around Zhang San.
But for some reason, each time he saw this Officer Bi, he felt a sense of allure.
This aura made him intoxicated, made him unable to resist.
Thus, when King of Shu, Yang Ling, reached out to take the bowl of ginseng soup, he took the opportunity to touch Officer Bi’s hand.
It felt quite nice.
Moreover, King of Shu, Yang Ling, noticed that the other party showed no sign of resistance.
Could it be...
Perhaps...
Officer Bi, from the moment of entering the door, noticed the look in King of Shu Yang Ling’s eyes, filled with emotions unique to men she often sees.
Just that a ruling prince, she hadn’t tried before.
Why not give it a try.
So, taking advantage of Zhang San not yet bringing people over, Officer Bi and King of Shu, Yang Ling, started rolling around in the room.
From behind the dining table, to the left side of the table, then...
One-tenth of an hour later, Officer Bi pulled up his trousers.
"So this is the so-called imperial bloodline? Pfft!"
Officer Bi was very dissatisfied.
Gave his first ever negative review in life.
Yang Ling looked bewildered, although he knew, compared to other men, he might be a bit more diligent, especially in terms of speed.
But at least I am a prince, don’t I have any dignity!
Just then, footsteps were heard outside the courtyard.
Even though Officer Bi was dissatisfied, he still tidied up everything on the dining table and walked out of the room.
Zhang San brought a few people and two Rat Demons in.
The King of Shu, Yang Ling, had just put on his trousers, and upon seeing the two Rat Demons following behind Zhang San, turned pale with fright.
"Your Highness, the King of Shu, don’t misunderstand, this here is one of the Mountain Gods of the Sword South Path, he’s invited here to help you find your sons."
The King of Shu breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing it’s to help find his sons.
He initially thought Zhang San was going to perform some demonic technique to extract his blood.
"Then how would you help me find my sons? Do I need to provide some descriptions?"
The King of Shu, Yang Ling, looked adorably at Zhang San and the Rat Demon behind him.
Zhang San chuckled.
"Your Highness, the King of Shu, actually this matter is simpler than you think, all that’s needed is a small amount of your blood."
Upon hearing only a small amount of blood was needed, the King of Shu thought it must be similar to recognizing kin by blood.
That’s alright, not a big issue!
However, the Rat Demon looked puzzled, clearly remembering when Zhang San asked before what was needed, it was mentioned that only the fresh blood of King of Shu, Yang Ling, and a map of Yizhou City and its surroundings was needed.
They repeatedly emphasized that because the Bloodline Power required the blood to be fresh and lively to be easily sensed, it’s manageable for Cultivators but could be demanding in terms of blood quantity for ordinary Martial Artists.
For someone like King of Shu, Yang Ling, barely at the Primordial Qi Realm, though considered a Martial Artist, the amount of Qi and blood needed could be substantial.
So why did Zhang San just tell the King of Shu only a small amount of blood was needed?
Was it said wrong before, or did Zhang San remember it incorrectly?
While the Rat Demon was hesitating whether to correct Zhang San’s "mistake," Zhang San had already laid out a map of Yizhou City on the ground, then had the King of Shu sit beside it.
"Red-haired Mountain God, please!"
The Rat Demon, addressed as the Red-haired Mountain God, sensed there was no opportunity to correct him anymore, so came to the side of the King of Shu and took out a sharp small knife, passing it to the King of Shu.
"Your Highness, the King of Shu, you, as a princely figure of the Great Sui, under the protection of the Imperial Path, cannot be harmed by me. This also impacts the All Things Path and the Path of Ghosts and Gods. Now, you will need to cut your wrist yourself."
The King of Shu, Yang Ling, initially found receiving a small knife quite an interesting experience, but realized that instead of pricking a finger, he needed to cut his wrist, it made him anxious.
This was when Zhang San, sitting opposite the Red-haired Mountain God, smiled and said to the King of Shu, Yang Ling, "Your Highness, the King of Shu, rest assured, the reason for choosing the wrist is because it’s easier to bleed once there’s a cut here. If it were the finger or somewhere else, bleeding wouldn’t be easy, and you’d have to endure several more cuts, increasing the pain. Besides, with so many Cultivators present, even if you accidentally make a large cut, we can immediately help treat you."
Upon hearing this, the King of Shu, Yang Ling, felt much more at ease.
After all, from the time he was captured till now, Zhang San had treated him quite well.
Especially as Zhang San classified him not as a traitor but as someone taken hostage and coerced for use.
With this, his second brother at most would scold him, but there’s no threat to his life.
Therefore, he still trusted Zhang San.
Hence, Yang Ling, closing his eyes, gritted his teeth, and made a cut on his wrist.
"Ah— it hurts! It hurts! I can’t take it! Zhang San, save me! Save me!"
In this moment, the Red-haired Mountain God quickly cast a Technique, merging the blood flowing from King of Shu, Yang Ling, with his Qi, then let it drip onto the map.
On the map at this moment, a three-dimensional map constructed with the Qi corresponding to the map appeared, created by the Red-haired Mountain God’s Qi.
The blood fell onto the Qi with a sizzling sound as if being burned.
Though visibly consumed at a rate visible to the naked eye, the blood branched out into several paths, extending in four different directions.
Another three tiny blood streams moved toward other directions.
Zhang San knew that these seven directions indicated the whereabouts of the King of Shu’s seven princely heirs.
Unexpectedly, all seven of King of Shu, Yang Ling’s heirs were his legitimate children.
As the blood continued to extend further, its pace slowing, Zhang San anxiously asked, "Why is it so slow? Red-haired, can you handle this?"
The Red-haired Mountain God awkwardly glanced at the King of Shu, whose mouth was gagged by Officer Bi’s setup, and said, "The blood of the King of Shu, Your Highness, lacks vitality, which indicates a deficiency in his Qi and blood, the reason why his blood moves so slowly."
Zhang San sighed deeply in helplessness and then asked the King of Shu a question.
"Your Highness, the King of Shu, do you know why people have two hands?"
The pained King of Shu felt that what Officer Bi gagged his mouth with was like what he just took off her body before their delight, though it tasted nice, his wrist was cut, and it hurt a lot!
Faced with Zhang San’s question, the King of Shu, who hadn’t quite caught on, could only shake his head.
Zhang San explained, "That’s because humans have two hands, so they might have two wrists."
Swish—
As he spoke, Zhang San picked up the blade nearby and made a cut on another wrist of King of Shu, Yang Ling.
