After connecting with the earth vein and entering a state of knowing the world, his divine soul was probably already lost.
Afterward, Zhang Ze could withstand the power of the Five Sects’ magical artifacts bestowed upon him, and this was why.
Just reflecting on this, the sinister nature of the Human Emperor Banner can be seen clearly.
Zhang Ze’s steely Tao heart and unusual resistance almost couldn’t withstand the whispers of that broken banner.
Fortunately, the banner was already snapped and sealed, temporarily posing no threat...
After being absent-minded for a mont, Zhang Ze spoke up.
"So, what should I do? Directly integrate?"
Mo Jingchun paused his hand when drinking tea, then placed the teacup on the low table and sighed.
"You really dare to think, but I don’t recomnd it. Firstly, your strength doesn’t match; even if I teach you, you won’t learn. Secondly, it won’t be helpful for you.
"The first ti you went to the Main Pavilion, you told Qianhu that you wanted to forge your own unique path. And now, you’ve already embarked on this path and can’t turn back.
"You are walking on an unparalleled path. A significant part of your problems stems from your uniqueness.
"So, ordinary cultivation thods won’t assist you."
"Immortal cultivation is like this: either you face death and disappearance or walk a path till the end; people from other paths can’t guide you to the right direction."
Mo Jingchun’s tone was calm.
Zhang Ze sighed. In the end, he still had to find a way himself. But after this long conversation, he did have so insights and ideas.
Just as he was about to rise and take his leave, he was called back by his mother-in-law.
"Co back, I never said I couldn’t help. We can’t guide you, but we can shield you from the wind."
"I’ve said so much to help fill in the gaps in your learning, given your ntor taught you nothing."
"As for the solution, it’s actually been with you all along."
"With ?" Zhang Ze looked down and around.
"Old Sect Leader Li handed you the Scroll of Spirit Fusion Technique, didn’t he? You can use that to relieve your symptoms," Mo Jingchun said.
Zhang Ze touched the Hundred Treasures Bag and took out the scroll.
Mo Jingchun waved his hand, "Don’t show it to , you should visit Old Sect Leader Li yourself tomorrow, it’s their belonging."
"Then I’ll take my leave as a disciple."
"Yes, go back and rest."
However, just as Zhang Ze reached the door, he was called back by his mother-in-law again.
"Oh, and one more thing, consider this as my personal advice."
"Please go ahead."
"After the Qinghe Association event calms down, go take a look at the Demon and Barbarian Races’ side; you might gain sothing."
"I’ll rember, teacher."
...
Descending the mountain, with an overload of information, Zhang Ze’s mind was still sowhat disordered.
To calm himself down, he imagined himself as an emotionless cultivation machine, thinking his life would solely comprise cultivation from now on.
He would never laugh again.
However, before he entered the state, his junior sister caught up from behind, hugged Zhang Ze’s arm, and tiptoed to give Zhang Ze a kiss.
"A kiss with a lon flavor, does it sll good?"
Zhang Ze touched his face, feeling that the emotionless cultivation machine the didn’t quite suit him.
He embraced his junior sister.
"I can’t sll it, let taste it again."
"Mm."
After a long while, his junior sister’s face was flushed red, gently leaning against Zhang Ze’s chest. After a while, she suddenly felt sothing was off and asked, "Did we forget sothing?"
Zhang Ze, "Perhaps, but if we can’t rember, it ans it isn’t important. Co on, let’s go ho."
"Alright."
...
Mountainside, in the small courtyard.
Li, who had been sleeping during the day, sat up from the ditation cushion, looked around the empty courtyard, and at the brilliant star river above, feeling a bit bewildered.
Where is this?
How did I end up here?
Due to fatigue, the brain refused to think, so Li instinctively climbed up the low table, grabbed two big pears, and stuffed them into the mouth.
Then continued to look up, while chewing and slowly fall asleep again.
...
The next day.
Zhang Ze, who didn’t sleep all night, rubbed his ears and pushed open the door, walked out of the small courtyard, and stopped when he reached the Thousand chanism Pavilion’s main dining hall.
Looking at the lively scene before him, he felt a bit bewildered.
Why are there so many people in our Thousand chanism Pavilion?
The Thousand chanism Pavilion indeed has many people, but due to the Thousand chanism Cultivators’ obsession with research, their daybreak and nightfall tendencies make gathering so many people during the dayti a challenging task.
At this mont, the courtyard before the dining hall was in chaos, filled with the sll of alcohol.
This group had evidently been partying all night, with so already passed out under the tables, snoring like thunder.
Among them, most were unfamiliar faces, but there were so acquaintances too.
For instance, Taoist Baixi, who brought disciples to join the Thousand chanism Pavilion.
Now sitting cross-legged on the table, a half-ford mask on his face. If not for the rise and fall of his chest and thunderous snores, one might think he had transcended.
The Elder from the Song Family’s artifact refining noble family, encountered once, was also present, though still quite coherent, currently looking after so young mbers of his clan.
Moreover, Zhuge and the rest, the Second Generation Immortals who befriended Zhang Ze through Tang and his junior sister, half were present.
Their styles were indeed much more graceful, at least no one stripped.
Zhang Ze wanted to find a sober person to ask what happened, but as soon as he took a step, he tripped over sothing.
Upon looking down, it was Tang, hugging a wine jug and drinking under the table.
"Taoist, wake up, Taoist, wake up..."
After helping Tang inside and sobering him up, Zhang Ze asked, "What are you guys doing?"
Tang’s face was flushed, holding a teacup, body swaying, eyes dazed.
User Comments
0 comments from readers