328: Chapter 328 The Unfathomable Han Jingyang

Zhang Chaoyue swore another oath.

He swore it with his primordial spirit.

It was very serious.

There was not a shred of deceit.

He dared not deceive, because he dared not gamble his own life on Han Jingyang's discernment. If Han Jingyang had a way to distinguish the truth of an oath, he would surely die.

It was only after experiencing it that he realized how formidable Han Jingyang was.

No, "formidable" couldn't describe it; it was extreme power, the kind of power that defied understanding. With a mere wave of his hand, he had made the three of them—all top-tier experts with different styles—turn on each other.

Neither before nor after the event did he realize when he had been afflicted; he only felt an inexplicable urge to kill Zhang Ying and Lyu Zhiqiang to claim those two peaches for himself.

As for where the peaches were, whether they were tasty, or who had given them—these questions were completely outside the scope of his consideration.

It was not until he killed Lyu Zhiqiang that this inexplicable obsession suddenly vanished.

This made him realize that Han Jingyang's strength was truly inscrutable.

He and his partner Zhang Ying had been active in Quancheng for ten years. Over these ten years, they had slain countless so-called experts in metaphysics. They had long since become immune to all sorts of so-called metaphysics and arts, perfecting the approach of breaking techniques with martial arts, and had even garnered a large number of loyal followers in the martial world.

However, with Han Jingyang, the techniques he and Zhang Ying were so proud of had become completely useless, and they had fallen victim to his tricks without even knowing how.

How could Zhang Chaoyue not be afraid?

Why was he afraid? Naturally, it was because he wanted to live. If he wanted to live, he naturally had to be obedient.

Disobey? He wouldn't even know how he died.

Zhang Chaoyue would not mistake Han Jingyang for some kind-hearted, soft-hearted young man.

Because Han Jingyang's previous actions had absolutely nothing to do with those terms.

On the contrary, ruthlessness, decisiveness in killing, and even sinister ferocity were Han Jingyang's style; the fates of He Dingkun's family, the series of martial artists in Xipo Village, and the master-disciple duo Wu Zhiyang from Taiwan were all evidence of this.

Therefore, after realizing he was no match for him, Zhang Chaoyue decisively admitted defeat.

Han Jingyang watched Zhang Chaoyue's every move, and was greatly surprised to see that Zhang Chaoyue really did swear an oath with his primordial spirit.

What was up with this guy?

He was so arrogant when he arrived.

Now he was cowering so decisively.

Could it be a trap?

But that shouldn't be the case; the flow and changes of qi in Zhang Chaoyue's body wouldn't lie.

Could he really be cowering?

Pfft!

If all of Zhang Dahai's subordinates were like this, then they would be too easy to deal with.

After a few fights, I could probably recruit half of Zhang Dahai's subordinates.

But there was no point in recruiting this kind of person; I'd have to rack my brain to manage them, and even invest and continuously pour resources into them. It would be quite boring.

But regardless, this Zhang Chaoyue could be considered a top-tier expert, and since he was one of Zhang Dahai's subordinates, he would definitely come in handy later. He was worth some investment.

Thinking of this, he took out a jade pendant and offered it to him: "Good, I like people who know when to yield like you. This is a quite decent dharma instrument. Wearing it daily can assist in cultivation; although the auxiliary effect is not very obvious, it adds up over time, enough to make your cultivation efficiency surpass most people."

Zhang Chaoyue's eyes widened: "This, this..."

"Is there a problem?"

"Is this real?"

"Are you doubting my sincerity?"

"No, no, no, not doubting, it's just unbelievable. Han, Han, Boss, if I had known you were so generous, I wouldn't have gone against you; I would have defected to you long ago. Boss, rest assured, as long as this dharma instrument is real, I, this person, and this heart will all be yours."

Han Jingyang waved his hand: "No need to say these things. I don't listen to them, nor do I believe them. I only watch what you do. I think you are aware of this: I can spare you, and I can kill you; I can reward you, and I can punish you. This time, I am rewarding you because you are sensible and decisive, without any hesitation. Understand?"

Zhang Chaoyue nodded quickly.

Han Jingyang waved his hand: "Go back."

Zhang Chaoyue asked cautiously: "After I go back, what should I tell Zhang Dahai?"

"Tell him whatever you want."

"Ah?"

Zhang Chaoyue wanted to ask more, but seeing Han Jingyang wave his hand impatiently, he immediately turned and left, knowing better than to stay.

After leaving the Sunshine Garden Villa Community, he immediately found a quiet place, put the jade pendant around his neck, closed his eyes, sat cross-legged, and began to cultivate.

The next second.

Zhang Chaoyue jumped up with a start, his expression extremely complex.

This dharma instrument could actually increase cultivation speed?

Moreover, the auxiliary effect was incredibly strong, not at all what Han Jingyang called "not very obvious." Having practiced with it himself, the auxiliary effect was not only obvious but very significant. A simple adjustment of his breath and circulation of his cycle made him feel that his cultivation efficiency was more than a notch faster than before.

If he had possessed such a dharma instrument when he was younger, his current cultivation base would be at least twice as strong as it was now. Perhaps even stronger.

Such a dharma instrument was something every practitioner dreamed of.

If thrown into the martial world, it would surely spark a major battle for treasure.

Yet, such a dharma instrument was given away by Han Jingyang as casually as if it were trash. For the first time in his life, Zhang Chaoyue felt the disparity between people.

Then, Zhang Chaoyue became even more conflicted.

Should he really act as an insider for Han Jingyang?

Or should he continue to follow Zhang Dahai and honestly tell Zhang Dahai everything that happened today to gain Zhang Dahai's trust?

The former went without saying; following Han Jingyang offered more benefits, but the risks were also higher. Being a double agent wasn't easy; one careless mistake and he would be tossed into the Yellow River to feed the fish—the real kind of feeding the fish, where one is ground into meat paste before being poured into the Yellow River, and ground while still alive, which was far more cruel than planting lotus flowers in Shanghai.

Torn, he returned to the manor where Zhang Dahai lived. After passing through several checkpoints, he was finally able to see Zhang Dahai in the pavilion in the back garden.

Zhang Dahai's expression was very relaxed, as if he didn't know the outcome of the matter yet.

But Zhang Chaoyue knew very well that this was impossible; there was nothing in Quancheng that Zhang Dahai didn't know about. Especially with this kind of matter, Zhang Dahai might even have been watching a live broadcast, because there was no technical difficulty in it; whether it was a drone, a pinhole camera, or a hacker breaching Lyu Zhiqiang's surveillance equipment, a live broadcast could easily be achieved.

Therefore, Zhang Chaoyue gritted his teeth and recounted the whole process of what happened, word for word. After finishing.

Zhang Dahai was silent for a long while before chuckling: "You are quite honest."

Zhang Chaoyue said in a low voice: "Although Han Jingyang is formidable, Boss, you are the true person in charge of Quancheng. Once you are done with this busy period, you can easily crush Han Jingyang. As long as I'm not an idiot, I know what to do."

Zhang Dahai pointed to the stone stool opposite him: "Sit, drink tea."

After Zhang Chaoyue sat down, he asked with a calm expression: "How will you handle the oath you swore with your primordial spirit?"

Zhang Chaoyue gritted his teeth: "I can slowly replace this oath during my cultivation process, but if I do that, I'm afraid I won't be able to do things for you, Boss, for a short period."

"How long will it take?"

"Not sure, maybe a year or two, maybe three or five."

Zhang Dahai was silent for another moment: "Actually, I have a better suggestion."

"Please speak, Boss."

"Pass information to Han Jingyang according to the content of the oath, understand?"

"Understood, I will only pass on the information you want me to pass on, Boss."

"As expected of a smart person," Zhang Dahai nodded with satisfaction: "What about that dharma instrument?"