Zhang San, please behave yourself!

Chapter 8 - 8 8 Midnight Fragrance

8: Chapter 8: Midnight Fragrance 8: Chapter 8: Midnight Fragrance At this moment, Zhang San was utterly shocked.

He had thought the dream before might have just been a transmigrator’s perk, which is why he had mastered deception.

But this time, the dream had actually bestowed upon him a Cultivation Technique, and it was presently circulating within his body on its own.

Zhang San could feel the Spiritual Energy between heaven and earth continuously flowing into his body, then refining into his blood and transforming into traces of Qi.

With a mere thought, the Qi would gather in the palm of his hand, seeming ready to burst out at any moment.

Could it be that my Golden Finger is not deception, but dreaming?

Apart from his confusion, Zhang San was even more excited.

He looked around,

And in the following one to two minutes, he completely mastered the technique.

The Shadow had been adopted by Bai Yucheng in his youth.

Although he trained in shadow techniques, he also learned many martial styles.

Being praised by Bai Yucheng for his extraordinary talent, the Shadow knew that in the whole Town Martial Office, he was considered among those with the top gifts.

But compared to Zhang San, the gap in talent was like comparing a fledgling sparrow to a full-grown black donkey.

No wonder Officer Bai had instructed him to secretly monitor Zhang San; this man was truly out of the ordinary.

After fully mastering the technique, Zhang San began to continuously probe the limits of the technique and his own limits.

Whether he could execute the technique consecutively in a short span of time.

Whether he would have trouble halfway through the execution because his Qi was insufficient.

How far he could charge using this martial technique…

While Zhang San was still testing, he suddenly smelled a faint fragrance in the air.

The night was beautiful, the moonlight intoxicating.

The arrival of the fragrance made everything three times more beautiful.

But in the next instant, Zhang San abruptly realized, could this damn scent be the fragrance of a woman’s rouge or face powder?

In the middle of the night, what was going on!?