What Old Tang ntioned about verification naturally had to do with Xiaoxuan.
And when it cos to conducting experints, the Thousand chanism Pavilion is professional at it now.
Various venues and equipnt are all fully available, and safety is well guaranteed, too.
After all, half of the things developed by the Thousand chanism Pavilion tend to explode.
After rigorous repeated comparative experints, Zhang Ze and the others discovered several characteristics.
First, activating Xiaoxuan’s intelligence only requires two Big Heads.
Second, the Big Head’s intelligence only increases after Xiaoxuan becos smarter.
Third, the Big Head doesn’t need to be too close to Xiaoxuan; they just need to be within a 500-ter radius centered on Xiaoxuan for the effect to occur, but it can’t be blocked by a spatial magical artifact.
Fourth, after Xiaoxuan and the Big Heads revert to their innocent states, they still retain the mories from when they beca smarter.
Fifth, Zhang Ze gave Xiaoxuan a new nickna: Mind Core.
The remaining characteristics cannot be asured for now, and the reason why Xiaoxuan and the others experience such a boost in intelligence is also unknown for now.
After the experint, Old Tang taught the Big Heads the Taoist Technique for changing their size, and the Big Heads learned it quickly, soon mastering its use.
Seeing the Big Head, who had turned into the size of a normal human, holding a few Thousand chanism Tools and discussing them with Xiaoxuan, Lily slyly approached.
"Say, do you guys like the Thousand chanism Technique? Want to find sothing for you to do?" Lily rubbed her hands expectantly.
Lily’s own project had recently hit a bottleneck, and the newly intelligent Xiaoxuan and the Big Heads were the best and most suitable helpers.
The sharp-witted Xiaoxuan saw through Lily’s trick at a glance, "You want us to participate in your experint, right?"
Lily, who originally planned on building up more, gave a sheepish smile, but before she could explain, Xiaoxuan continued.
"I don’t mind, and I really do like the Thousand chanism Technique quite a bit, plus I have so ideas for improving the set of Thousand chanism Armor on ."
Lily scratched her face, finding it hard to adjust to the rational and intelligent Xiaoxuan.
And the Big Heads also nodded in agreent, "Staying here for the mont, and since our host has sothing to ask of us, we wouldn’t refuse. Please, friend, lead the way."
"This way, this way." Seeing that things were settled, Lily returned to her cheerful, playful deanor.
After Lily and the others left, Old Tang finally said, "You know about the Stone Pill, but do you know where it cos from?"
This question indeed stumped Zhang Ze, as no one could say for certain where the Stone Pill ca from.
The current information known was only those few riddles related to the Stone Pill. Zhang Ze looked at Old Tang, "You know."
Old Tang t Zhang Ze’s expectant eyes and shrugged, "I don’t know."
Zhang Ze, "..."
"But I, the Taoist, know other things." Old Tang continued to keep him in suspense.
He waited for a while, and since Zhang Ze didn’t take the bait, he continued.
"The Stone Pill is a heritage item of the Dongqi Royal Family, and they have always been trying to crack its secret."
Old Tang took out a palm-sized array, engraved with mysterious array talismans, looking quite similar to the few that Zhang Ze had obtained before.
This miniature array was likely sothing Old Tang had found in that grand tomb.
"How do you know?" Though Zhang Ze also had this suspicion, he had no evidence.
"Kid, don’t underestimate the heritage of the Six Sects. Although Dongqi was annihilated, so heritages have not been cut off. The Tao Scripture collections at Dragon Tiger Mountain are not just for show." At this ti, a gentle breeze ca out of nowhere, making Old Tang appear ethereal.
"What does it say on there?" Zhang Ze pursued.
"I forgot." Old Tang shrugged again.
"No, didn’t you just say those things aren’t just for decoration?" Watching Old Tang flip between being sage-like and nonsensical, Zhang Ze suddenly felt a bit weary.
"The vibe was right, so I just said whatever. I never actually read those old annals." Old Tang’s response was unworried and unconcerned.
Zhang Ze found talking this nonsense cody with Old Tang quite uninteresting, but before he could say anything, Old Tang patted Zhang Ze’s shoulder like good buddies and said, "I just forgot what’s written on there; it’s not like those books are lost."
"This is an easy fix; one of us is the Sect Leader, and one is the Grand Elder. That Panzi is now acting as the Supre Emperor at Dragon Tiger Mountain, and my grandson is the next Sect Leader.
The four of us can do whatever we want; who dares to go against us at Dragon Tiger Mountain? When the ti cos, I’ll write to my grandson to have those old books shipped over here.
The Sect Leader orders it; they wouldn’t dare disobey.
Oh, I heard from that girl Lily that our Thousand chanism Pavilion seems to be lacking people with deep expertise in array talismans.
There are plenty of such people at Dragon Tiger Mountain; I’ll trick a few of them over here too.
Your Fire Qilin, I find interesting as well; maybe we can do as Tang suggested, bring more to Dragon Tiger Mountain to be used as magical artifacts for the newly admitted disciples. We can also make so money out of it."
At last, Old Tang had completely rged into our Thousand chanism Pavilion and their Dragon Tiger Mountain with no pain in selling his grandson’s fields.
"Isn’t this a bit much?" Even with Zhang Ze’s thickness of skin, he found it a bit too much.
"Good, good, good, no problem at all, very much so!" Old Tang was patting Zhang Ze’s shoulder noisily.
At the end of the talk, Old Tang cooked up a title for himself as the Supre Supre Grand Elder of the Thousand chanism Pavilion, and judging by his deanor, he did not plan to leave.
"Lead the way up front." Old Tang was in high spirits, stretching his body contentedly.
"To where?" Zhang Ze asked.
"Take to Zhongyi, I must have a good chat with him again." Old Tang said boldly.
...
Inside the Inner Sect of the Seventh Sword Pavilion, in the Pavilion Master’s residence.
Old Tang was having a chat with Zhengyi.
The conversation lacked any substance; although it sounded mystical, Zhang Ze felt that they were rely engaging in a war of words.
One can only say that Old Tang truly lives up to his reputation; his experience in pulling others down to his level is exceedingly rich.
Zhang Ze crouched in the courtyard, folding a piece of white paper into the shape of a paper sword, flicking and retracting it, waiting for Old Tang to co out in boredom.
The last ti he squatted here was before leaving for Cold City. He rembered having his junior sister beside him, but now, the junior sister had been locked at ho by Old Ascender, and who knows when she will be released.
Ali was not kind enough to stay by his side; just now, it felt the timing was about right, so it tidied up its appearance and went to set up a stall at the night market.
Zhang Ze glanced at the sun about to set behind the mountain, and then listened to the movents inside the room. He reckoned the two old folks had a few more hours of verbal sparring to go.
This Inner Sect of the Sword Sect, with the Pavilion Master’s mountain peak, had only one path up and down, and not any extra forks, so Old Tang shouldn’t get lost.
Therefore, Zhang Ze quietly left the courtyard, ran down the mountain, and directly took the teleportation array back to the Thousand chanism Pavilion. He planned to have a good stroll at the night market, missing the pancakes there since he hadn’t been ho for a long ti.
Zhang Ze strolled along the pedestrian street with a pancake in one hand and a skewer in the other, having a montary illusion that he had returned to a past life, only to be quickly drawn back to reality by the cheerful laughter of the Demon Race around him.
As he sighed about the impermanence of the world, with large intestine wrapped in small intestine, soone suddenly tapped him from behind.
Turning around, he found a middle-aged handso uncle in blue clothes, soone Zhang Ze had never seen before.
Until that person spoke.
Hearing the voice, Zhang Ze stepped back in shock, dropping the pancake in his hand to the ground.
"No, handso, who are you? How’d you get so slim? Where’s your jowly chin of three layers?" I won’t admit you’re my Grandpa Wang."
The suddenly handso and slimd-down Wang Buyu sighed, conjuring a purple thunderbolt near Zhang Ze’s feet.
Feeling the familiar aura, Zhang Ze still shook his head, "I refuse to accept this. Please change back, I’m begging you."
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