Chapter 2334 - 2332: Daily Life (Sixth Update)

Chapter 2334: Chapter 2332: Daily Life (Sixth Update)

"You’re lucky. If it weren’t for the young master, I would have eaten you all alive," Xiong Wang spoke menacingly.

Zoom!

With a flash, he charged forward quickly.

"All of you, get lost!" Xiong Wang snorted coldly.

In the next moment, a massive bear’s paw swiftly lifted up and slapped towards the group.

Bam bam bam...

They flew out like meteors, shooting toward the outside, leaving trails in the air, and within a few flashes, who knows where they ended up.

"Young master, why didn’t you let me kill them just now?" Xiong Wang asked, puzzled.

"Did they say they wanted to kill me just now?" Zhang Xiaohao put down his book and asked.

"It seems not! They just said they wanted to collect management fees," Xiong Wang thought for a moment and replied.

"What is our current identity?" Zhang Xiaohao asked again.

"Ordinary people!" Xiong Wang thought for a moment and replied.

"That’s right, we’re just ordinary people now. Since they didn’t want to kill us, why should we kill them? Cultivation and temperament, freely repaying debts and grievances! It’s not just something you say casually; it has to be done with heart, contemplated sincerely!" Zhang Xiaohao said earnestly.

"Yes, young master, I understand now." Xiong Wang nodded.

Whoosh!

His body flashed and returned to its previous size, stopping beside Zhang Xiaohao, and began eating the elixir from the bowl. As one elixir went down his throat, he started practicing the cultivation technique, refining the powerful medicinal energy within.

Zhang Xiaohao took a banana, peeled it, and began eating.

By noon, Hong Yi would finish cooking and call Zhang Xiaohao and Xiong Wang over.

Xiong Wang had his own separate table and sat eating on the side.

While Zhang Xiaohao and Hong Yi sat at one table and ate together, the dishes were abundant yet ordinary, common fish and meat found in average households, but all with a slight trace of spiritual energy; there were twelve plates, some braised, some steamed, and in addition to these, there was some fine wine from the Phoenix Clan.

"Young master, have some wine," Hong Yi said.

She picked up the wine pot and poured Zhang Xiaohao a cup, then poured herself one, too.

"Alright." Zhang Xiaohao nodded.

He raised the cup and started drinking, and Hong Yi did the same, raising her cup to drink.

After setting down the cup, Zhang Xiaohao picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

Hong Yi’s culinary skills were good; generally speaking, the cooked dishes were delicious, spicy in flavor and paired with the Phoenix Clan’s spiritual wine, it was quite a delight.

An hour later.

Zhang Xiaohao finished his meal, set down the chopsticks, stood up from the chair, glanced up at the sky, then pulled out a panda cigarette, pinched it between two fingers; a flame appeared at the fingertips, lighting the panda cigarette, and he squinted his eyes while smoking.

Hong Yi quietly cleaned up the tableware and headed toward the kitchen.

As for Xiong Wang, he was still at his own table, chewing heartily, even though they sat separately, the dishes were the same, and the wine was the same.

After glancing at the sky, Zhang Xiaohao retracted his gaze and walked towards the shop ahead.

Entering the shop, Zhang Xiaohao lay down on a reclining chair, picked up a book, and resumed reading.

After a while.

Xiong Wang walked in from the courtyard, resumed his original form, and crouched at Zhang Xiaohao’s foot, quietly eating elixirs, and began practicing and refining.

Time flew by, passing in peaceful days just like that.

Suddenly, a young scholar walked in from outside, glanced around the shop for a while, then fixed his gaze on Zhang Xiaohao.

"Boss, what does your shop sell? Magic artifacts or elixirs?" the young scholar asked.

"Selling cultivation and temperament," Zhang Xiaohao replied without looking up.

"You’re nuts!" The young scholar said, tossed his sleeve, and left.

Zhang Xiaohao was not annoyed, as if nothing happened, calmly reclined in the chair, reading, occasionally eating some fruits, or smoking a panda cigarette, and time passed swiftly.

At nightfall, Hong Yi prepared the meal and came to call Zhang Xiaohao and Xiong Wang to eat.

The courtyard was illuminated with bright lights; even as the night wind gently blew, the lights didn’t sway.

Just like at noon, Zhang Xiaohao and Hong Yi sat at one table, Xiong Wang sat separately at another, and the three ate silently, as if something within the dishes attracted them.

After eating.

Zhang Xiaohao set down his chopsticks and walked towards the bedroom.

Hong Yi tidied up the tableware and headed into the bedroom.

As for Xiong Wang, he had his own designated bedroom.

Upon entering the bedroom, Hong Yi activated the room’s barrier, with flushed cheeks she walked toward Zhang Xiaohao...

The days passed by quietly, day after day, and half a year quickly slipped by.

During these six months, a few cultivators visited the small shop run by Hong Yi, hoping to find treasures, but left disappointed; they arrived in high spirits, only to leave with dismay.

Each time they entered, the boss would only say one phrase, just selling cultivation and temperament.

Those with good tempers would turn and leave directly, while those with bad tempers would curse before leaving.

Zhang Xiaohao, as if not seeing them, continued reading, eating fruit, occasionally smoking a panda cigarette.

Over these six months of cultivation and temperament, Zhang Xiaohao did not practice the cultivation technique even once, nor did he use spiritual power, as if he was entirely an ordinary person, with an unwavering demeanor unaffected by worldly matters.

Though the entire process was somewhat dull and bland, the gains were worthwhile.

The mass of killer intent on Zhang Xiaohao had been diluted by thirty percent through these six months of cultivation and temperament, and even his mentality had improved by a level. With a little more time, Zhang Xiaohao would be able to completely resolve the killer intent on him.

On this day.

Zhang Xiaohao laid down his book, stood up from the reclining chair, moved his limbs, and a sound of crackling echoed from within his body, stopping after a while.

Right hand flipped, pulling out a panda cigarette; he pinched it between two fingers, fired appeared at his fingertips, lighting the panda cigarette.

"Resume your original appearance," Zhang Xiaohao exhaled smoke and said.

"Yes, young master," Xiong Wang responded.

With a transformation, his body returned to its original form, becoming a burly man.

"That’s not right, transform into the attendant student’s appearance, prepare pen and ink for me," Zhang Xiaohao instructed.

"Yes, young master," Xiong Wang responded again.

With another transformation, he became an attendant student, bringing out a pen and paper, arranging them on the table, then started grinding ink for Zhang Xiaohao.