Hearing Jiang Changsheng’s words, Zhang Zehao chuckled lightly.
He said with disdain, "What, kid, you want to stand up for justice?"
"Huohuang City is under the jurisdiction of the Nine Heavens Imperial Sect; how can it allow you to act recklessly," Jiang Changsheng said with a frown.
"It seems you’re not from this city, no wonder you don’t recognize this young master," Zhang Zehao shook his head as he spoke.
"Listen well, my father is Zhang Erhe, the current City Lord of Huohuang City."
"What of the City Lord? He is but a manager appointed by the Nine Heavens Imperial Sect; the city doesn’t belong to him," Jiang Changsheng said indifferently.
"And you are?" Zhang Zehao sized up Jiang Changsheng.
Normally, when he stated his identity, others would either apologize or not wish to cause further trouble.
"Inner Sect Disciple of the Nine Heavens Imperial Sect, Jiang Changsheng," Jiang Changsheng said calmly.
"An Inner Sect Disciple of the Imperial Sect?" Zhang Zehao exclaimed with surprise, and then quickly his face regained its smile.
Gazing at Jiang Changsheng he said with a smile, "So it is Brother Jiang, I have been a poor host for such a long journey. I deserve to be punished, indeed I do.
I have reserved a table at Brightmoon Tavern; may I ask if Brother Jiang would honor us with his presence?"
"Cut it out, why do you steal others’ belongings," Jiang Changsheng waved his hand and continued to question.
Hearing Jiang Changsheng’s words, Zhang Zehao squinted his eyes and smiled.
He said, "Brother Jiang, there are some things I must remind you of.
This is Huohuang City, not the Nine Heavens Imperial Sect, and what an Inner Sect Disciple says does not necessarily carry weight here.
We should understand each other; a way out is all that’s needed."
"I will report this matter truthfully to the Sect Gate," Jiang Changsheng said calmly.
"Now return the belongings to the other party immediately, and apologize."
"I respected you a bit, but you really think too highly of yourself, don’t you?" Zhang Zehao’s face turned hostile as he beckoned with both hands.
He said coldly, "Teach him a lesson."
Watching a crowd of servants swarming towards him, Jiang Changsheng snorted coldly.
At the pinnacle of Heaven Phenomenon, he was nearly ready to ascend to the strength of a Venerable, certainly not someone these ordinary servants could contend with.
Surrounded by swirling Spiritual Energy, he unleashed a series of Fierce Tiger Fists, and several servants were already down on the ground.
He grabbed Zhang Zehao by the neck and said coldly, "Apologize."
"Yes, sorry," Zhang Zehao trembled all over, stammering out the words.
"Nothing but a second-generation ancestor who relies on his family’s name," Jiang Changsheng snorted coldly as he watched the other’s demeanor.
He promptly packed up the box containing the Northern Border Icy Cold and then handed it to Xu Ya on the side.
"Thank you, thank you," Xu Ya took the box and quickly expressed his gratitude.
"It’s nothing, go treat your mother," Jiang Changsheng waved his hand.
He then threw Zhang Zehao aside and scolded, "Get lost, if this wasn’t Huohuang City, I would have killed you right now."
Zhang Zehao nodded hurriedly and left the shop with his group of servants.
"Shopkeeper, how much for this Heavenly Demon Bow?" Xu Zimei asked.
"The Heavenly Demon Bow, a relic left from the ancient Divine Demon Battlefield.
Although it has immense power, it is not usable by non-Demon Race members, the restrictions are too great.
It can be exchanged for a hundred Contribution Points or a Melting Heaven grade weapon," the middle-aged man said flatly as he checked the book in front of him.
"A Melting Heaven grade weapon?" Xu Zimei said as he glanced at Jiang Changsheng.
The former owner was truly too poor, lacking even a decent weapon, let alone one of Melting Heaven grade.
With such weak strength, even if he had a weapon, he wouldn’t have been able to use it.
"Don’t look at me; I’m even poorer than you.
At least you have a Peak Master as your father, while I am completely alone," Jiang Changsheng hastily waved his hand.
Xu Zimei turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man, inquiring, "Do you have any tasks here that can earn one a hundred Contribution Value points at once?"
"There are two," the puppet middle-aged man responded while flipping through the book in front of him.
"The first is to pursue and kill the Twin Heroes of the Thousand Faces from the Holy King Sect of the Northern Domain, which rewards a hundred Contribution Value points.
The second task is to kill a Green Jiao at Qingyue Pool ten miles away and take a bone from the Jiao Dragon’s tail, which also yields a hundred Contribution Value points."
Hearing the middle-aged man’s words, Chu Cizhao next to him commented, "Forget about the Twin Heroes of the Thousand Faces; not only are they powerful, but their whereabouts are also very secretive.
As for the Green Jiao, there might be some hope if the old ancestor of your Nine Heavens Imperial Sect were willing to leave seclusion."
"Let’s go to Qingyue Pool and take a look," Xu Zimei told Jiang Changsheng.
"You can’t be serious, just the two of us?" Jiang Changsheng asked, looking bewildered.
"This is simply courting death."
"I’m just going to take a look, not necessarily to kill the Jiao. What are you afraid of?" Xu Zimei said indifferently.
"Alright, looking is fine, we can do that," Jiang Changsheng nodded reluctantly.
"I advise you to avoid going if possible. A being like the Green Jiao is not something you can confront at your level," Chu Shanhe interjected.
Xu Zimei smiled, ready to leave with Jiang Changsheng.
At that moment, they heard a burst of footsteps from outside, and then a group of soldiers surrounded the entrance.
Zhang Zehao walked in with his head held high, swaggering in, followed by two people.
A middle-aged man and an old man.
The middle-aged man was dressed in black, sporting a beard and short hair.
His muscles subtly bulged under the garment, with the front of the black shirt partly open, giving him a domineering appearance.
The elder, on the other hand, seemed more low-profile, his aura restrained, virtually unnoticeable unless one paid close attention.
"Father, he just now brazenly claimed he was going to kill me," Zhang Zehao pointed at Jiang Changsheng and spoke to the middle-aged man in black.
The man in black approached, nodded slightly, and said as he looked at Jiang Changsheng, "I am Zhang Erhe. May I know which of you is the disciple of the Nine Heavens Imperial Sect?"
"We both are. What about it?" Xu Zimei frowned and asked.
"I just want to ask where my son has offended you gentlemen?
You’ve claimed that you want to kill him? I hope you can provide a reasonable explanation," Zhang Erhe said calmly.
"Does him taking advantage of your reputation to bully others in Huohuang City count?
After all, Huohuang City belongs to the Nine Heavens Imperial Sect, not your Zhang family.
As disciples of the Nine Heavens Imperial Sect, isn’t it our obligation to manage it? Is that not acceptable?" Jiang Changsheng retorted.
"I have no objections if you wish to seek justice.
But this matter cannot be dictated by just one side. Please come back with me to the City Lord Mansion to clarify things before you leave," Zhang Erhe suggested as he waved his right hand, and the soldiers outside stepped in.
"Be careful not to touch anything here," Zhang Erhe hurriedly cautioned as he watched a large group of soldiers enter.
This World’s Best Shop had a mysterious background, and if any items inside were broken, they had to be compensated at an equivalent value.
Even he didn’t dare to act recklessly, and fortunately, the shopkeeper here was a puppet that generally wouldn’t intervene unless something was broken.
Otherwise, even he wouldn’t dare to act wildly inside.
Watching the soldiers come in, Jiang Changsheng frowned slightly, about to make a move, but was stopped by Xu Zimei.