Chapter 139: Little Fists Pounding the Chest

Chapter 139: Pounding the Chest with Little Fists

Over the following few days, the fierce battle in the martial arts world of the southeastern coast—where the Sandbank Gang launched a night raid on the Dongming Sect—spread rapidly.

In particular, Zheng Jian, who had turned the tide and single-handedly saved the day, officially debuted in the world of Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation (Note: referring generally to the grand historical wuxia setting, though the context is Grand Master of Tang) under the moniker of the "Heaven-Defying Swordsman," becoming an overnight sensation!

As for the pathetic "Dragon King" Han Gaitian, he became Zheng Jian's very first stepping stone to fame across the realm...

Rumor has it that when the news reached Yuwen Huaji, he smashed his favorite inkstone on the spot.

Yuwen Huaji was truly having terrible luck. The *Secrets of the Long Eternity* had flown away, and damn it, he couldn't even get his hands on the account books. The cooked duck always managed to fly away; who could he possibly reason with?

...

Soon, two months passed.

Zheng Jian was walking down the bustling streets of Yuhang, a little tail following right behind him.

Shan Wanjing had ultimately chosen to leave the Dongming Sect in Zheng Jian's company. This was also her very first time leaving the sect to wander the pugilistic world on her own, and everything she saw seemed novel and fascinating.

When she first parted from Shan Meixian, Shan Wanjing had cried until her eyes were swollen. But by now, she had long since reverted to her usual little princess persona, happy as a little duckling...

Walking in front, Zheng Jian said leisurely, "Little Jingjing, if you ask me, you're still celebrating way too much, way too early!"

Resentment points from Shan Wanjing +200.

When he first arrived in this world, his balance was 42,000+. Now, it had reached 57,000+. Out of these ten-thousand-plus resentment points, a major portion had been contributed by Shan Meixian and her daughter, which was precisely the reason Zheng Jian had agreed to bring Shan Wanjing along.

Hearing this, Shan Wanjing puffed up her small face instantly, puffing out like a little steamed bun. Since her mother wasn't around to supervise, she had no intention of taking any grief, and immediately struck back, "Brother Zheng, I really didn't need to know that you have a mental illness. Do you have to make it so obvious?"

Zheng Jian abruptly spun around. Shan Wanjing, caught off guard, crashed straight into his chest.

"Ouch!" Shan Wanjing cried out in pain, "That hurts!"

Noticing Zheng Jian staring right at her, Shan Wanjing glared back without showing a hint of weakness, "It really hurts!"

Zheng Jian chuckled, "Does it hurt?"

"Hmph! And you're still laughing!"

"Well, if it hurts, that's normal! I'm just hurting for you, after all," Zheng Jian said with a grinning smile.

Resentment points from Shan Wanjing +500.

Shan Wanjing: "...You really are sick in the head!"

Zheng Jian: "I am indeed sick. Can you cure me?"

Shan Wanjing: "...I—I'll cure you alright! I'm going to beat you to death!"

With that, Shan Wanjing clenched her small fists and began pounding them fiercely against Zheng Jian's chest...

Pounding the chest with little fists...

---

Down on the street, passing pedestrians froze in their tracks: Ah?! What did we do to deserve this? Out on the street, in broad daylight under the clear sky, flaunting their affection so brazenly?

In an instant, Zheng Jian's system backend notifications went wild.

A massive influx of resentment points poured in from the large crowd of onlookers. Though the points from each individual were small—mostly +10, with an occasional +50—the sheer volume was staggering...

Zheng Jian beamed with joy on the spot, the hands he had raised to push her away freezing in mid-air. A particular quote popped into his mind: *My entire life has been dedicated to searching for magnificent moments.*

Why even bother searching? Wasn't this exact scenario a magnificent moment?

Shan Wanjing: What is going on? Why is everyone looking at me with such strange eyes... What, what am I even doing right now?

A fatal trinity of questions flashed through the young girl's mind: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

Shan Wanjing's face gradually flushed crimson, and her little fists froze in place. She felt as though she had been hit with an immobilization spell, utterly unable to move!

Zheng Jian, however, was dying of happiness. He felt as if the resentment points of the entire world were converging upon him!

"So... wool can be sheared this way as well..."

"Ah!" Shan Wanjing suddenly let out a shriek, grabbed Zheng Jian, and bolted for her life.

Zheng Jian: "???"

Why run? What are you running for? I don't want to!

*Me and my final stubbornness, gripping my hands and refusing to let go, is the next station heaven, even if there is disappointment, I cannot despair...*

Thus, a bizarre scene unfolded: Shan Wanjing was pulling Zheng Jian, desperately trying to run, but couldn't move an inch. Her two legs were furiously marching in place on the ground, while Zheng Jian stood planted firmly like Mount Tai right where he was...

"Hahahahaha..."

This spectacle instantly drew a chorus of hearty laughter from the surrounding crowd. The street was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

The crowd was happy, but Zheng Jian was no longer happy...

Because the mood makers had changed—the onlookers were having too much fun, and the resentment points were gone...

Where did my leeks go? How could so many huge, lush leeks vanish just like that?

Didn't we agree to grow old together, yet you secretly went to dye your hair?

Didn't we agree to be harvested together as golden chives, yet you secretly shifted your positions?

...

Inside a restaurant upstairs, Shan Wanjing and Zheng Jian were having a meal. The young girl still couldn't shake off the lingering embarrassment from earlier, so she just kept her head down and attacked her food with ferocious intensity.

Zheng Jian shook his head and sighed, "Look how starved this child was... Waiter, bring two more dishes!"

His previous labor tool, Xue Kerun, had been a hardworking and diligent wage earner.

As for his new labor tool, Shan Wanjing, she had turned out to be a dedicated