Who let him join the Sword Sect?! Chapter 71 Monk Says 6

Zhang Ze shrank back quickly, the sword qi didn’t even graze his eyebrows.

"Why is it the sword qi of my junior sister?"

Zhang Ze had sparred with Chen Qin several tis, so he naturally recognized her sword qi.

Contrary to Chen Qin’s appearance, her sword qi was domineering and fierce, and her sword moves were open and aggressive.

"Could the mirror not be broken?"

If the mirror wasn’t broken, then the Profound Identification would naturally test more than just Zhang Ze himself.

Chen Qin, who was absorbed into the mirror with him, must also undergo the test.

Though he was worried about his junior sister, Zhang Ze did not act rashly.

He decided to observe the situation first.

He took a short cylinder about the length of his palm from his Hundred Treasures Bag, pressed it against the boundary, and saw that it could pass through. Then Zhang Ze pressed the chanism at the end of the long cylinder.

As the chanism opened and closed, the short cylinder lengthened, the lotus-shaped seal at the front unfolded, revealing the protected lens inside.

The short cylinder turned into a monocular telescope.

Although it was a bit absurd, this was essentially a version of a telescope made using the Thousand chanism Technique, without any array support.

Compared to various detection techniques, this thing was cumberso to use and took up space.

It was as useless as it could possibly be.

The Thousand chanism Cultivator who made this thing was just killing ti.

He had a sudden whim and created a telescope that could transform with one button. But after finishing it, he found that besides looking cool during transformation, it had no practical use.

So after finishing it, he tossed it aside.

After the establishnt of the Thousand chanism Pavilion, these assorted Thousand chanism tools and blueprints were collected.

Due to its exquisite chanical structure, this telescope was valuable for learning and practice for beginners.

As a result, it was dug out from a pile of scrap blueprints and used as howork for low tier or beginner Thousand chanism Cultivators.

There were several other items like this.

Produced telescopes and similar items were wasteful to discard and took up space if stored.

Zhang Ze considered this and decided to toss them all into various upgrade packages.

For instance, the "Dragon-seeking Treasure-hunting Kit, Basic Edition" included only an Earth Listening Disc and so related one-ti Thousand chanism tools.

But for an additional ten spirit stones, it could be upgraded to the classic edition.

Upon upgrading, the telescope and a set of spare replacent parts for the Earth Listening Disc, plus a Heaven-shocking Thunder for ergencies, could be added.

Also included was a coupon for 20% off on the purchase of certain Heavenly Illusion Pendants.

More money could be spent to upgrade further to advanced, deluxe, and ultimate editions.

It was essentially adapting the online shopping package sales strategy.

Specifically designed to hoodwink the fated ones.

Poking the telescope over, Zhang Ze took a look at the situation on the other side and gasped.

After a mont of silence, he took a small folding stool from his Hundred Treasures Bag, sat down, and pulled out so sunflower seeds to munch on.

He really couldn’t worry.

Because Chen Qin was busy pinning the duplicate to the ground and beating it up.

For those who knew, it was the Profound Identification’s inner test.

For those who didn’t, it seed like Chen Qin was torturing the duplicate.

The duplicate was easily recognizable, dark-skinned, devoid of facial features, and was currently being chased around by Chen Qin, who seed to have it cornered. Zhang Ze even felt a bit sorry for it.

Perhaps years ago, Aunt Mo Jingchun practiced with the Sword Spirit like this.

And directly beat intelligence into the Sword Spirit Senior.

It only goes to show, they truly are related by blood.

But the substitute of greed, anger, and delusion wasn’t as lucky as the Sword Spirit Senior; Chen Qin didn’t intend to grant it enlightennt.

Chen Qin’s domineering swordsmanship was changing as she battered her duplicate.

Though gifted in the Thousand chanism Technique, Chen Qin always trained each aspect separately.

With the top-notch whetstone of this greed, anger, and delusion substitute, Chen Qin began to rge certain elents.

Even if just a little, it was enlightennt.

Now was not the ti to interrupt.

As Chen Qin’s final sword stroke fell, the domineering sword qi blood like a lotus, shattering the duplicate.

Interestingly, after slicing the duplicate, Chen Qin was not transported out of this space.

No exit appeared either.

Zhang Ze watched and still chose not to approach directly; Chen Qin was in high spirits, and he feared getting caught by another sword from his junior sister.

Zhang Ze quietly retracted the telescope.

Then he took out a white cloth from his Hundred Treasures Bag, wrote so words on it with a pen, and tied it to the telescope before sending it over.

...

"Don’t attack."

"It’s your senior brother."

"When you see this... what are the next three words?"

"Oh, nod your head."

After destroying the duplicate and seeking a way to exit, Chen Qin saw the ssage Zhang Ze transmitted.

This unique way of passing ssages could only co from her senior brother.

Chen Qin recognized the handwriting, confirming it was indeed her senior brother’s.

Chen Qin nodded, and then saw her senior brother jump out of the darkness.

"Senior brother, did you win too?"

Chen Qin naturally referred to the matter of the duplicate. Since her senior brother was sucked into the mirror with her, he should have encountered sothing similar.

Zhang Ze was silent for a mont, then smiled lightly.

"It was just a substitute of greed, anger, and delusion, easily crushed by ."

Enjoying his junior sister’s gaze of admiration, Zhang Ze’s gaze shifted to behind her.

There, a Buddha bead rolled over.

Round Buddha beads.

...

In another space within the Profound Identification Treasure Mirror

A little monk sat cross-legged, facing a duplicate simulated by the Profound Identification Treasure Mirror.

Unlike Chen Qin’s situation, this duplicate looked exactly like the little monk, even sharing the sa aura.

Both sat in silence.

"Such calamity," the little monk sighed inwardly, seeing another version of himself.

Having faced death frequently, although the ans of entering the Secret Realm was mysterious, the little monk remained unflustered.

Yet he hadn’t even assessed his surroundings before an ancient mirror flew at him, trapping him within on the spot.

Inside the mirror was another version of himself.

This other version was sowhat terrifying.

"Disciple, you’ve lost your master, yet don’t search..."

"A great calamity approaches, yet you calmly refrain from accompanying ."

"In such old age, I still endure this suffering..."

"I might as well die now and deal with it next life?"

"But no, I can’t die. Dying would be a sin."

"Disciple, help your master..."

While muttering internally, the little monk untied the Buddha beads from his wrist.

One bead after another dropped to the ground, rolling all over.

So beads crossed the boundary, rolling into the darkness.

...

Chen Qin picked up a Buddha bead, glanced at it, and handed it to Zhang Ze.

The bead was of ordinary material, not a magical artifact, easily obtainable at any small temple. Judging by its patina, it had been handled for quite so ti.

Zhang Ze looked at the Buddha bead and thought of the little monk that appeared in Li’s divination.

"His?"

Just as he was pondering, another Buddha bead rolled over the boundary, appearing before the two of them.

"Shall we go take a look?"

The internal boundary of the Profound Identification Treasure Mirror was further weakened.

Not only could Zhang Ze and the Buddha beads pass through now, but Chen Qin could also freely cross the boundary.

The two of them ca to the other side.

Zhang Ze saw two identical little monks.

Buddha beads were scattered all around the two monks.

Not knowing which little monk acted, one of the Buddha beads moved.

They rolled and collided, shifting positions until they stopped, forming a pattern.

Zhang Ze and Chen Qin fell silent, tilting their heads to scrutinize the pattern for a long ti, finally speaking in unison.

"666?"

Zhang Ze was puzzled, wondering why these two little monks were giving him a 6-sign.