The Demon Cult Leader’s Path to Chasing His Wife [Ancient to Modern] - Chapter 4

Chapter 4: New Arrival (Part 3)

Song Muzhao and Lu Qian had completely devolved into Zhang Kuang’s number one fans, calling her “Boss” more fluently than anyone else. Song Muzhao had to return home, so she could only bid them a reluctant farewell.

Since Lu Qian lived alone in a small apartment, he naturally snatched the opportunity to serve the Boss, happily bringing Zhang Kuang back to his home.

“Boss! Don’t you worry!” Lu Qian patted his chest solemnly. “I will definitely haul bricks to support you!”

Zhang Kuang didn’t want to dampen his spirits and gave a casual reply: “Mhm.”

Late at night.

Lu Qian’s apartment was very tidy, and the guest room had been cleaned thoroughly. Zhang Kuang sat cross-legged upon the bedding and began to circulate the surrounding spiritual energy.

As she expected, the spiritual energy in this world was pitifully thin. Even with her vast divine sense, she could only mobilize a precarious wisp of energy.

In her previous world, Zhang Kuang’s divine sense had, by a stroke of serendipity, fused with the spiritual veins of the earth.

With a mere thought, the spiritual qi between heaven and earth would instantly be at her beck and call. Furthermore, she could mobilize the majestic power of the earth’s spiritual veins at any time for her own use.

In this world, her abilities were weakened to almost nothing. She could only catch a rough glimpse of the spiritual veins’ locations but was unable to mobilize them.

Fortunately, her internal cultivation and martial arts were still intact, and she possessed a considerable amount of spiritual energy stored within her sea of consciousness, so she didn’t lack for immediate use.

The items within her “Qiankun Bag” (Universe Bag) were quite numerous, but most were rare treasures and curios she had collected to give to her wife, along with a fair amount of gold, silver, and jewelry. She figured they probably wouldn’t be of much use in this world.

She opened her eyes.

She had opened the window earlier. The cool night breeze brushed past her brow, falling into the cold moonlight within her eyes.

Zhang Kuang rose and stepped barefoot onto the floor.

The white porcelain floor was somewhat chilly, a sliver of coldness spreading from her toes.

Her ink-black hair cascaded down to her waist, swaying slightly with her steps. It was like a continuous landscape sketched in light ink; a single glance revealed a vista of breathtaking scenery.

Her black sleepwear was a loose style cut by a seamstress. The cuffs draped naturally down her arms, revealing a section of her wrist that looked even more ivory-white under the moonlight.

Zhang Kuang leaned against the window sill and let out a deep sigh, her brow clouded with worry:

“How am I going to earn money to spend on my wife…”

It happened to be Monday. Lu Qian only had time to leave a quick “Boss, wait for me to come back” before rushing off to school. Zhang Kuang was still dressed in her black martial arts attire. She leapt lightly out of the window and followed the flow of people into the city center.

Lu Qian’s words from last night actually had some merit.

Zhang Kuang wandered the streets for a while, eventually stopping a kind-looking passerby and asking sincerely:

“Pardon the interruption. Do you know where I might find a place for ‘hauling bricks’?”

The young man she stopped saw a great beauty and was initially so stunned he was speechless. However, hearing the words “hauling bricks” snapped him back to his senses: “What did you say? Hauling bricks?”

Zhang Kuang nodded: “Yes, hauling bricks.”

She then added four words candidly: “I need to earn money.”

The young man was confused: “You’re so beautiful, wouldn’t it be better to be a celebrity or a model? You’d earn much more.”

Beautiful?

Zhang Kuang snorted inwardly, thinking: My appearance doesn’t reach one-ten-thousandth of my wife’s. This person has likely never seen a true beauty.

Her expression remained calm as she said: “Just tell me the location.”

The young man was completely baffled, but in the end, he pointed Zhang Kuang in a general direction: “There’s construction over there by some real estate developers. I think they’re hiring temporary workers…”

After thanking him, Zhang Kuang headed in that direction.

As one of the most prosperous economic centers in the country, every inch of land in Nancheng was valued highly; it was truly a place where land was as expensive as gold.

At the construction site, the foreman had a complex expression: “Miss? Are you serious?”

Is there something… wrong with this beauty’s head?

Half an hour ago, she had mysteriously appeared near the construction site, extremely determined to haul bricks to earn money.

Because they were rushing a deadline, the site did indeed hire temporary workers privately. No ID was required, and wages were paid daily. But a slender girl coming to be a temporary worker—and being so determined that she refused to leave no matter what—was a first.

Zhang Kuang’s expression remained unchanged: “I am certain.”

Because it was so unusual, not only did many regular workers sneak peeks, but even passersby gathered around, quite curious about the scene.

The foreman had no choice and said: “Look, Miss, if your family is having a hard time, I could maybe lend you some money?”

Zhang Kuang frowned with slight displeasure: “Thank you, but that is unnecessary.”

Is this a joke? I, Zhang Kuang, the Leader of the Demonic Cult, Am a person who is going to earn money to support my wife!

Having tried to persuade her to no avail, the foreman had no other option. He pointed to the cement bags nearby and said: “Fine then. Take a safety helmet, put it on, and go move cement.”

He thought to himself: This girl is stubborn. Once she realizes she can’t even budge a bag of cement, she’ll probably leave on her own.

Zhang Kuang thanked him and took the helmet to put it on. The foreman stood to the side with his arms crossed, watching.

Zhang Kuang didn’t even put on gloves. She walked toward the pile of cement bags with total composure, making the dusty construction site feel like a majestic battlefield.

A middle-aged man looked at Zhang Kuang with concern and whispered a reminder: “Miss, try moving a small bag fir—”

Before he could finish, the words got stuck in his throat.

They watched as Zhang Kuang calmly reached out and lifted five bags of cement with one hand. Those heavy bags seemed weightless in Zhang Kuang’s hand. She even gave them a little bounce, wondering if she could add a few more bags.

Too light.

Compared to the “Thousand-Jin Weight” technique in the cultivation world, this weight was not worth mentioning at all.

Zhang Kuang turned toward the middle-aged man who had spoken earlier, her beautiful eyes blinking. Amidst the swirling dust, her ink-black eyes were incredibly clear, as if they could speak.

Zhang Kuang asked: “What were you saying before?”

Middle-aged man: “…”

The foreman was so startled he couldn’t stand steadily, stumbling and nearly falling to the ground: “Oh my goodness, you—”

The middle-aged man was silent for a long time before uttering three words:

“Never mind me.”

Zhang Kuang belatedly realized that everyone was looking at her with looks of horror and astonishment. Only then did she understand she had been a bit too exaggerated.

It wasn’t that she didn’t know how to hide her brilliance. Years ago, Zhang Kuang had the glorious achievement of “disguising as a level-two Foundation Establishment rookie to successfully infiltrate the Yashan Sect to chase her wife.” Most impressively, she had blended in for two years without being discovered.

But who would have thought these bags were just too light… there was no helping it; the Cult Leader was also very helpless.

Zhang Kuang coughed and secretly took off three bags of cement. With a very guilty conscience, she switched from one hand to holding them with both hands.

Her expression was calm: “Oh dear, it’s a bit too heavy.”

Everyone: “…”

You haven’t even broken a sweat, stop faking it!

Regardless, Zhang Kuang spent a solid day as a temporary worker and successfully received her wages when the shift ended in the afternoon.

Although she didn’t yet understand the denominations of this money, Zhang Kuang carefully folded the bills, planning to save them for her wife. Just as she was preparing to return to the apartment, she suddenly caught sight of that middle-aged man from earlier. He was carrying a bag and walking toward a building not far away.

His steps were unsteady, and he was acting somewhat furtively. Suspicion rose in Zhang Kuang’s heart. Since she had nothing to do, she followed him.

The man stopped in front of the building, standing formally as if waiting for someone.

After a short while, the glass doors were opened.

Two women dressed in formal business attire walked out, one after the other.

As soon as Zhang Kuang saw the face of one of them, she froze on the spot.

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