Many tis, Zhang Ze felt that his journey in Immortal Cultivation was like a circle.
Everyone that appeared had an identity, and every unlucky soul would shine and burn for the Righteous Path of humanity.
And all events would form a closed loop, which for a Foundation Establishnt Stage kid...
Was just too much fun.
The sickly ghost in front of Zhang Ze looked really familiar.
In Song Qingpao’s little compositions, he appeared every ti.
And Mr. Song Qingpao would always find a way to belittle this big brother, openly or subtly.
And implied that only he cared for the seniors and only he was dedicated to the Hundred Demons Sect.
Thinking this way, Song Qingpao was really quite the pretentious type.
Zhang Ze put away the steel bar, pinched Chen Qin’s wrist to remind her not to act rashly, and then pretended to be nervous as he watched the show.
Chen Qin, it seed, had awakened so traits from her past experiences and now reached the pinnacle of a half-step best female lead.
Junior Sister instantly changed her expression, hiding half her body behind Zhang Ze, her small hand gripping Zhang Ze’s arm tightly, her cheeks slightly red, trembling.
The perfect image of a pure, lovely, and delicate Junior Sister.
anwhile, Senior Sister Qiao, sprawled on the wheelchair, portrayed the role of a determined but disillusioned senior sister as if it was second nature.
The three of them now looked particularly easy to bully.
...
Qiu Jidan opened his folding fan with a flourish, kicked aside the person blocking his way, and swaggered into the private room.
Recently in the loose cultivator Jianghu of the Jing Qing region, Qiu Jidan had beco known as Young Master Qiu from the North.
He may have been a bit awkward with his words and performance, but he wasn’t completely clueless.
Those who knew Qiu Jidan’s true identity, aside from Blood Lion and Song Qingpao, had already been silenced.
After all, in the eyes of Blood Lion and Qiu Jidan, compared to the so-called plan, the lives of those low-level cultivators were not important at all.
And Qiu Jidan always acted in a single line of contact with Song Qingpao, even the spies at Cyan Robe Winery didn’t know that Qiu Jidan was the Demonic ssenger.
With Song Qingpao’s covert cooperation, Qiu Jidan had already made quite a na for himself in the Jing Qing region.
The silenced stronghold was also counted as part of Young Master Qiu’s achievents in upholding righteousness.
A hero who stood for justice and helped the needy, just like Song Jiang.
If it weren’t for Song Qingpao, the loyal Hundred Demons Sect informant, Zhang Ze might not have figured out Qiu Jidan’s details.
But what exactly was he trying to do?
Zhang Ze still couldn’t figure it out, so he decided to keep watching.
Qiu Jidan’s figure flashed, kicking away a few Qi Cultivation stage henchn. He stepped forward and grasped the middle-aged man’s wrist, Spiritual Qi circulating, a flash of cold light devoid of Demonic Qi flickered past.
"Ha, cough, cough, I am the Jade-faced Young Master, Qiu Jidan. Have you heard of ?"
The middle-aged man’s wrist throbbed with pain, releasing his grip on Wang Wu’s right hand, stepping back, forming a spell with his fingers, pointing toward Qiu Jidan.
"Where did this loose cultivator co from, daring to disrupt the affairs of our Lingxi Sect?"
Upon hearing the words Lingxi Sect, Qiu Jidan paused for a mont, but having already started the fight, there was no reason to stop with his current persona and pride.
He transford his folding fan into a blade, hitting the middle-aged man’s arm.
The leader of the Little Fatty group seized the opportunity and pointed toward Qiu Jidan’s back.
"What is this? Take my finger!"
Wang Wu, seeing no one was paying attention to him, suddenly unleashed his full potential and crawled through people’s legs like an Earth Dragon.
Reaching the first floor, he pushed aside the onlookers at the stairwell and rushed to the counter, whispering a few words to the Drunken Immortal Tower’s owner considerately.
"There’s a fight upstairs, not loose cultivators, they seem to be from a sect."
The owner of the Drunken Immortal Tower, a kind-hearted man, took out his abacus and calculated, realizing no loss for the day, he then shouted loudly.
"Stop gawking, there’s a fight between immortals on the second floor, if you don’t want to get caught in it, run now."
Yet most people were unmoved, so even squeezed toward the second floor.
He shouted once more.
"Run fast, and today’s al is on the house. The last one to leave, I won’t serve him for a year!"
With these words, the onlookers vanished without a trace.
Wang Wu suddenly thought of sothing, grabbing the arm of a nearby waiter, "Quickly, go to the Sword Hall and fetch the Sword Sect Immortal, the sooner the better, I’ll reward you when you return!"
Second floor.
Zhang Ze roughly understood the ins and outs of the situation.
Qiu Jidan wasn’t here for him; he was just shaping his own persona by doing a good deed for the day.
It was just unfortunate that he ran into a second-generation from the Lingxi Sect.
The second-generation was also bored, thinking he could bully the downtrodden Thousand chanism Cultivators using his legitimate sect background.
Thanks to Lily, this second-generation only knew of the Heaven-Blasting Gang, not the Thousand chanism Pavilion.
Thinking the Thousand chanism Pavilion was so small workshop by a few Thousand chanism Cultivators.
Zhang Ze wasn’t sure if his book-selling plan could correct this wrong perception.
However, the Lingxi Sect was quite interesting, seemingly having so connection with the Sword Sect.
It’s said the founder of the Lingxi Sect was initially a masseur in the Jianghu, picked by a small sect due to so talent and taken under their wing.
Practicing during the day, and massaging sect brethren at night.
During one Qinghe Association eting, he had the fortune to spar with a Sword Sect disciple, achieving enlightennt, wielding his fingers like a sword, and his cultivation then progressed rapidly.
After reaching Half-Step Nascent Soul, he combined the Minor Sect Heart thod with his massage insights, push, circulate, wipe, scrape, rub, brush.
Creating the Lingxi Heart thod and founded his sect.
But that was long ago, the massage Patriarch had long exhausted his lifespan and passed away, today’s Lingxi Sect had lost its previous grandeur.
The current Sect Leader was only recently at the Golden Core.
Qiu Jidan and the two Lingxi Sect cultivators had already fought fiercely, completely forgetting about Zhang Ze and Chen Qin.
Zhang Ze was feeling a bit drowsy, contemplating whether to unleash his dominant aura, revealing himself as a disciple of the Sword Sect, making the Little Fatty bow down in submission.
But then Zhang Ze suddenly noticed that Qiu Jidan’s gaze had changed, starting to glance at him occasionally.
Like a man in love, eyes hazy, one part conflicted, one part greedy, and one part ruthless.
The most peculiar thing was that Qiu Jidan didn’t look at Chen Qin or Qiao Lezhi, only at Zhang Ze.
There was no need to ntion Chen Qin, a top-notch beauty. Even if Senior Sister Qiao didn’t speak and dressed up nicely, she could easily pass for a low-budget Liu Ruyan.
Zhang Ze felt a chill, but he quickly realized that what Qiu Jidan was truly looking at seed to be the small orb in his hand.
’Spiritual Snake Helm.’
’Mission from the Thousand chanism City.’
’Innate Land in the Celestial Driver Valley of the Seventh Sword Pavilion.’
’Big plan that the Hundred Demons Sect had painstakingly devised.’
’All seemingly have countless threads connected to this small orb.’
’What is the origin of this Stone Pill?’
Now already at Foundation Establishnt, but awakening this small orb would likely take so more days. Zhang Ze originally planned to head to Cold City after completing the Thousand chanism Pavilion’s Trial Cave mission.
But now it seed that perhaps he should move ahead.
Having secrets unexplored was sowhat itching.
Visiting Grandpa Wang’s old fla might reveal sothing.
Having made up his mind, Zhang Ze began to brew his emotions, preparing to unleash his protagonist aura to end this farce.
However, a sword ca from the west.
Soone else had taken over Zhang Ze’s grand entrance.
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