Chapter 3

Wang Zian felt a pang of sourness in his heart, immediately labeling the other party as a freeloader, and instantly lost the desire to talk to him.

"I haven't seen you either, what's so surprising about that— you're not the neighborhood cop..."

He leaned against the old tree, waiting to watch the show. Who knew that by ignoring others, others would become interested in him.

"Sir, I see you are young and have come to the market to buy meat by yourself, so you must not be married yet? Why not go up and try your luck? With your talent and appearance, you might just achieve a fine match..."

Ha, you observe quite meticulously, do you think you're Di Renjie? Wang Zian inwardly mocked, glanced at the thin, bearded old man, and replied indifferently.

"Fine match? More like a cursed match? This young man has shallow blessings and can't bear the favor of the Cheng family's daughter..."

Do you think I haven't seen the honor of that Miss Cheng?

"What do you mean, you better explain yourself to me—"

Before the freeloader could answer, a burly old man beside him exploded.

"Just watching the show, what are you getting so worked up for—"

Wang Zian was startled by the old man in front of him.

Not out of fear, but because the old man's posture suggested that his small frame might not be able to handle him. He quickly turned around and held the mutton in front of him.

"Let me tell you, a gentleman uses words, not hands. I'm not threatening you, but don't look at me, I may be thin, but I have the strength of a thousand pounds in my arms. If you dare to mess with me, your old arms and legs won't be enough for one of my hands. Be careful, you might get hurt—"

Hey—

The old man opposite was directly amused by this.

"You? With the strength of a thousand pounds in your arms, and you can hurt me? I can take on a hundred of you—"

"Old Cheng—"

Seeing Cheng Yaojin about to lose control, Li Shimin quickly stopped him. Joking, causing trouble here, are you afraid others won't know you sneaked out to watch the show?

"Your Majesty— this boy must explain himself to me, why does he look down on the Cheng family!"

What a lunatic!

Wang Zian glanced at the agitated old man, who was ready to explode, and was just about to slip away when his body suddenly stiffened. His handsome face showed a half-smile, half-cry expression.

Just then, when Cheng Yaojin mentioned the strength of a thousand pounds in his arms, a strange energy and information surged into his body, and his arms actually did have the strength of a thousand pounds!

"Ha, I knew it, how could a穿越者 (穿越者 means '穿越者' in Chinese, which refers to someone who has traveled through time or to another world) not have superpowers!"

What穿越者 (穿越者)?

What superpowers?

Such a handsome child, he must have been suddenly scared silly by this old brute Cheng Yaojin!

"Oh, old sir, you are truly my lucky star! Come on, scold me some more, scold me some more! Scold me for having the courage of a thousand men, for being unparalleled in talent, for being proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, for having boundless wealth— no, scold me for being the richest man in the Tang Dynasty, with a multitude of wives and concubines, and an unyielding golden spear..."

Wang Zian grabbed Cheng Yaojin's big hand, his eyes wild with excitement.

Cheng Yaojin: ...

Is this child really scared out of his wits by me?

I've heard that a slap can bring someone back to their senses. Although this child is a bit of a smart aleck, he hasn't done anything major wrong, I can't let him get hurt. Thinking of this, Cheng Yaojin raised his hand and slapped him.

If not counting his heroic deeds of fighting over toys in kindergarten, Wang Zian hadn't been in a fight in his entire life. He didn't expect this old man to start fighting so suddenly. He immediately closed his eyes and ducked his head, but his hands, as if they had eyes, instinctively grabbed and pulled Cheng Yaojin's wrist with a thud.

Guided by a sudden impulse, he kicked Cheng Yaojin in the buttocks. Cheng Yaojin was thrown off balance and fell to the ground, almost crashing into the wall.

Not only Cheng Yaojin, but Li Shimin and Wei Zheng were also stunned by this sudden change.

This seemingly harmless young man is so fierce!

They knew Cheng Yaojin's martial prowess, although not as strong as Wei Chi Gong and Qin Qiong, he was still one of the top warriors in the Tang Dynasty. They never expected him to be so easily defeated by this young man!

Li Shimin and the others were shocked, and Wang Zian was also startled. Am I really that strong?

But soon, the surprise was replaced by the pain in his body. At this moment, he realized that although his arms had been strengthened to have the strength of a thousand pounds, his small frame was still the same and couldn't withstand such intense exertion.

"Ha— I told you, don't mess with me, you didn't listen, see— you're not enough for one of my hands..."

Wang Zian's legs were weak, and his shoulders ached. He leaned against the crooked tree, pretending to look at Cheng Yaojin with disdain.

It's not that he wanted to act tough, but his legs couldn't support him...

Cheng Yaojin got up from the ground, rubbing his still slightly painful wrist, and looked at Wang Zian with shock, his eyes filled with disbelief. This boy isn't a weak, harmless rabbit, but a young expert in disguise?

Thinking of this, he spread his body, blocking Li Shimin and Wei Zheng behind him.

"Speak, who are you, what do you want..."

As he spoke, he looked around, inwardly cursing his luck.

What a lousy place, it's too remote. In a hurry, he couldn't even call the guards from the tent!

Wang Zian was also in a bind.

If this irritable old man attacks again, he would most likely get beaten. He couldn't be hasty, he had to stay calm.

"What do you want— I warn you, this is under the feet of the Son of Heaven, the capital of the empire. The current emperor is wise and just, and a good ruler who loves his people like his own children. He will not tolerate your lawlessness in Chang'an..."

Li Shimin couldn't help but smile, feeling very comfortable.

What a promising child!

"Old Cheng, speak calmly, don't get physical, you'll scare the child—"

Wei Zheng also put on a stern face, sarcastically pressuring him.

"At your age, bullying a child, you've really grown—"

Cheng Yaojin: ...

Cheng Yaojin's face turned red with frustration, but he couldn't explain himself. His fists clenched, he really wanted to hit someone.

Forget it, forget it, can't let the emperor and Old Wei see me make a fool of myself.

Wang Zian saw that there were two people speaking up for him, what good people. He moved closer to Li Shimin and quickly explained to Cheng Yaojin.

"Sir, no, old sir, don't get angry, it's bad for your health. Let me tell you, it was all a misunderstanding. I don't look down on the Cheng family, I just don't look down on that Miss Cheng—"

"Hey— what are you, to look down on me— cough— the Miss of the Cheng family!"

Wang Zian's words made Cheng Yaojin's barely suppressed anger flare up again, his beard trembling with rage, and he clenched his fists, ready to fight Wang Zian.