How is that possible?
Throughout the history of the Qin state, the number of people qualified to enter the Confucian school can be counted on one hand.
Even though Zhang Erjiao is exceptionally talented, the chances of him entering the Holy Sect are still extremely slim.
Not everyone is Zhang Hao or Zhang Yu.
His words were nothing more than a hollow bargaining chip in front of Zhang Erjiao.
"The Holy Gate? Really?"
Lin Ruoxue's beautiful eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief and longing, as she continued to play the role of a naive and ignorant girl.
"That's natural, but everything still depends on your own efforts, and I can't guarantee 100%."
Zhang Tian looked at Zhang Erjiao and asked again, "So, Brother Erjiao, have you made up your mind?"
"Since Young Master Zhang Tian has said so, do I still have a reason to refuse?" Zhang Yun grinned and said, making everyone happy.
“Erjiao, although you will be working for me from now on, it will not affect our brotherhood. You don’t need to feel any pressure in front of me, understand?” Zhang Yun quickly assumed the role of the superior.
"Thank you for your kind words, Young Master Zhang." Zhang Yun's eyes revealed a hint of gratitude as he clasped his hands in greeting to Zhang Tian.
"Come on, let's have a good meal first, as a welcome ceremony." Zhang Tian put his arm around Zhang Yun's shoulder, intentionally closing the distance between the two.
He quickly kept his promise and took Zhang Yun and the other person into the city, where they ate and drank to their heart's content at the most luxurious hotel in Liangcheng.
Zhang Yun discovered that the Zhang family was indeed as rumored. Along the way, whenever passersby saw Zhang Tian, they would show a look of awe and fear, and some even dared not look Zhang Tian in the eye.
In Liangcheng, under normal circumstances, even someone like Zhang Tian could walk around with impunity, and no one dared to provoke him.
Even when they encountered powerful experts at the Heavenly Gang Realm on the road, they all showed Zhang Tian great respect.
If Zhang Yun is indeed the character he plays, Zhang Erjiao, he might actually be quite surprised to see such a spectacle.
"Take this money and go buy some nice clothes with the girl from the triangle. I'll take you to see the world tomorrow."
During the meal, Zhang Tian suddenly thought of something, then took out a gold card from his pocket, generously handed it to Zhang Yun, and said leisurely.
"Wow, a gold card! How much money must be in there?" Lin Ruoxue's eyes sparkled, and she couldn't help but jump up from her chair, staring intently at the gleaming gold card on the mahogany octagonal table.
"This is just a very ordinary membership card from the Feng Hua Chamber of Commerce, not worth much money," Zhang Tian said modestly, yet he still felt extremely superior in front of Zhang Erjiao and his sister.
"Where will you take us tomorrow, young master? We'd like to be mentally prepared."
To make the performance convincing, Zhang Yun hesitated for a moment before asking, "However... I wonder about Master Ningyuan's side..."
"Master Ningyuan is, after all, a highly respected high-level alchemist. Even I need an appointment to see him. You don't need to worry too much about that. Prepare for tomorrow first." (My body contains countless worlds...)
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Chapter 290 Testing
Zhang Tian tapped the table with his finger and said, "Tomorrow is my brother's engagement banquet. I heard that his fiancée is a young lady from a prominent family in Tianzhu City, but that's not important. Let me remind you first that Zhang Lun is one of my uncle's most valued adopted sons. When you see him tomorrow, be humble."
"Of course," Zhang Yun nodded in response, not taking it too seriously. However, he was quite familiar with Tianzhu City and wondered which noble family's young lady she was from.
After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Zhang Tian led Zhang Yun and the other man into the Zhang family home. The accommodations they were given were quite nice: a two-story attic with a small courtyard in front of it. This kind of treatment was considered average among the outsiders of the Zhang family.
In Zhang Tian's words, this is the treatment that Zhang Erjiao and his sister deserve, and they will not be treated unfairly in the future.
“Sir, although your cousin isn’t very bright, he doesn’t seem to be a bad person at heart.”
Watching Zhang Tian walk away, Lin Ruoxue said to Zhang Yun.
"Just a fence-sitter." Zhang Yun didn't take Zhang Tian seriously and turned to go inside, waiting for the Golden-Eyed Spotted Ox to come and report on the situation.
Lin Ruoxue returned to her room, sat cross-legged, closed her eyes, and gradually entered a meditative state.
After hearing the devastating news, Lin Ruoxue was single-mindedly focused on revenge and didn't want to delay her cultivation for even a moment.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the sky is already tinged with colorful clouds; it is dusk.
"Hey you, I brought you some food."
Just then, a calm and indifferent voice came from outside the courtyard.
Zhang Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, vaguely feeling that the voice outside the door was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was for a moment. After all, he had lived in the Zhang family for more than ten years and knew too many people.
"Zhang Ning?"
When Zhang Yun saw the boy serving water and food, he was slightly taken aback.
Zhang Ning is his cousin.
I still remember when we were little, Zhang Ning was always his little shadow, and even when he was a teenager, he was still hanging out with him.
Zhang Ning was a cheerful and outgoing boy who loved to laugh back then, but now he looked expressionless and listless.
What puzzled Zhang Yun was that Zhang Ning, after all, was a direct descendant of the Zhang family, so why was he now doing the work of a servant?
At this thought, Zhang Yun vaguely realized something, and a shadow crossed his eyes.
Zhang Yun watched Zhang Ning walk from outside the courtyard all the way to the living room in the attic, then casually throw the vegetable basket on the table and turn to leave as if he had completed his task, which made Zhang Yun sigh slightly.
In three years, Zhang Ning seemed to have completely changed.