"Dai Jinya will be proud of us."
"Coming."
Zhang Tian said, his gaze fixed ahead, without looking back.
Zhang Tian's attire as an Onmyoji was quite attention-grabbing, so it was natural for Matsudagawa Yano to see him.
Matsudagawa Yano was the patriarch of the Matsudagawa family.
Matsuda was merely his son.
"Lord Patriarch, there seems to be an Onmyoji over there, likely a swindler."
The male servant beside Matsudagawa Yano spoke respectfully, his eyes fixed on Zhang Tian with ill intent.
He sized Zhang Tian up for a long while.
"There have been quite a few charlatans wandering the martial world these days. Chase him away,"
Kawano said, waving his hand, not wanting to dwell on it with the servant.
Ever since Matsudagawa fell ill and couldn't get up, someone had leaked the news, and countless swindlers had flocked to the Matsudagawa family to deceive them.
Kawano instinctively assumed Zhang Tian was also a swindler.
"Hello, I heard that your family's Dragon Son is injured, so I have come,"
Zhang Tian said, his gaze fixed on Kawano before him.
Kawano was dressed in classic Fuso attire and sported a beard, giving him a distinct samurai spirit.
This was not unexpected, as the Matsudagawa family adhered to the samurai spirit.
"Get lost, you damned charlatan."
The servant glared with disgust.
"Boss, this guy's got a short fuse. Fatty will go cool him down."
Fatty couldn't stand it when Little Fuso dared to curse at them.
If it were anyone else, it would be fine, but Little Fuso? Could he tolerate that?
Before Zhang Tian could speak, Fatty threw a punch.
"Bang."
The next moment, the servant was sent flying, several ribs broken.
Kawano, who had been calm moments ago,'s expression changed drastically.
As a man of Bushido, he could instantly discern strength.
Seeing Fatty send someone flying dozens of meters, he himself wouldn't have had the confidence.
These people before him possessed true skill!
A thought flashed through his mind, and he even ignored the servant who had been sent flying, his gaze fixed on Zhang Tian.
A gesture of respect.
"Greetings, I am Matsudagawa Yano, patriarch of the Matsudagawa family. May I ask who you are?"
He said, his attitude shifting a full 180 degrees.
When it came to snobbery, Fuso had plenty to say.
"Zhang Tian, an Onmyoji. I also saved some people on the ship earlier, you must have heard of it,"
Zhang Tian said calmly.
Someone of Matsudagawa's standing, coupled with his son's predicament, would likely be well-informed.
When Kawano heard "on the ship," he shivered.
He was precisely looking for these people, and now they had come to him directly.
After a moment of excitement, Kawano calmed down.
After all, being the head of a family, he possessed a certain temperament.
His indifference to the servant being sent flying was something not many could match.
"So it's Master Zhang. I've long heard of your name. Perhaps, would you grace my humble abode for a chat?"
Kawano said, making a welcoming gesture.
"Then I won't be polite."
Zhang Tian said, and they all headed towards the Matsudagawa residence.
The Matsudagawa family's estate probably covered the size of five or six football fields.
The mansion itself was a classical Fuso architectural style, imitating Tang Dynasty designs.
It looked quite impressive. If not for the destruction of many Chinese cultural relics during wartime, there would have been far more such architecture in China.
"Boss, why do I feel like I'm back in our Xia Kingdom?"
Fatty pouted.
Hu Bayi replied from the side.
"Fuso is just a small place derived from Xia. They don't have their own mythological system."
"Most of it is copied from us."
Hu Bayi said, and Fatty nodded, understanding somewhat.
Wu Tianzhen looked at the surroundings, the prosperity concealing its origins from invasion.
"Damn, this damn place is better than where Fatty lives."
Wang Banyue grumbled, feeling a hint of displeasure.
The mansion was vast, divided into three layers inside and out, with each layer further divided into three sections.
These were for the servants, the direct lineage, and the main family.
Servants occupied the worst accommodations, while the direct lineage had slightly better ones. The main family consisted of the original Matsudagawa members.
This clearly indicated a rather strict system.
"Judging by your accent, Master Zhang, you're not from around here?"
Kawano asked with a smile.
But his thoughts remained hidden.
It was evident that this man was a smiling tiger.
"We are Chinese Americans. I was exiled to a remote mountain in Fuso when I was young. Due to its obscurity, I cannot tell you the name."
Zhang Tian said. Kawano looked at the people around him. If Zhang Tian was telling the truth, then how could these people be explained?
"They are friends I met on the way. Our purpose here is to collect alms."
Zhang Tian got straight to the point.
Kawano looked confused. What was "collecting alms"?
"Mr. Zhang, what is this collecting alms?"
Kawano asked.
"It's this."
Zhang Tian made the international money gesture, and Kawano immediately understood.
His smile deepened.
Anything related to money was no longer an issue. He had been worried about how to repay Zhang Tian if he truly cured his son.
Now that money was mentioned, there was no problem.
"So that's what it is. Our Matsudagawa family is willing to do everything we can for Master Zhang."
"Of course, provided you can cure my son's illness."
Kawano said, and Zhang Tian waved his hand, appearing quite nonchalant.
"You can. However, I would need a map of Fuso's mountain ranges."
"I need to draw upon dragon energy to treat your son's illness."
Zhang Tian said with a straight face and steady heart.
Fatty and Hu Bayi gave him a thumbs-up from behind.
With a map of the mountain and river courses, it would be obvious where any tombs were in Fuso.
"Master Zhang, drawing dragon energy into the body, can that truly work?"
Kawano was stunned.
He had never heard such high-sounding terms before, but Zhang Tian's demeanor didn't seem like he was faking it.
His question was also a way to prompt Zhang Tian to prove himself.
Zhang Tian waved his hand gently, and a paper effigy appeared.
With a grand gesture from Zhang Tian, a patrolling guard suddenly burst into flames.
Screams echoed, and with another wave of Zhang Tian's hand, the flames on the guard vanished, but one of his arms was gone.
Kawano swallowed, his doubts instantly dispelled.
This was undoubtedly a divine being!
"Master Zhang's divine abilities are vast. I was too shortsighted. I will find you the map immediately."
He said, bowing so low that his waist almost touched the ground.
"Sadako, take our guests to the guest rooms and attend to them well."
Kawano called out to a woman, and then hurried off to get the map for Zhang Tian.
Zhang Tian was stunned upon hearing the name, Sadako. What a bold name.
"Oh, this girl is quite good-looking."
Wang Banyue licked his lips, looking at Sadako not far away.
"Brother Wang, if you like her, be bold."
Zhang Tian squinted.
Two fatties, one each. Hmm, a different kind of flavor.
"I'm not interested in Little Fuso. I'm a real man."
Wang Banyue said with great confidence.
Wu Tianzhen cast a contemptuous glance at him, his words always so vulgar.
Following Sadako, Zhang Tian and the others were quickly led to the guest rooms, and Kawano's map arrived as promised.