One week later, Thousand Mechanism Pavilion. Zhang Ze was soaking in a pool, the water a clear emerald green, with a rich medicinal fragrance filling the room. The water in this pool is precious, it’s Fuji’s bathwater, a thumb-sized bottle costs a hundred spirit stones, yet it’s in high demand. Lately, Zhang Ze has returned to the days at the Sword Sect Main Pavilion. Beaten during the day, practiced cultivation techniques at night. As for the reason for the beatings, it was quite convincing, without any personal grudges. The Sect Leader and his wife are just helping Zhang Ze fuse that Innate Tao Pill. Only through sticks can Zhang Ze’s potential be fully stimulated. They mean well, just seem to be hitting a bit hard. Moreover, it looks like the Sect Leader and his wife plan to stay at the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion for a while, firstly because the Qinghe Association is coming up, and they intend to preside here. Secondly, to beat Zhang Ze. As for East Sea Zhengyang Sect and Song Qingpao, there’s no need to go, the reason is simple. Old Ascender played Dragon King’s tricks on campus, those two probably have had their fill, and while messing around over there, were caught off guard and Zhang Ze stole their home. So, the two elders let Zhang Ze make up a reason, using Nameless’s identity to tell Song Qingpao that the two of them had died. Anyway, they’ll come over to deliver themselves at the Qinghe Association. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝕟𝕖𝕥 That’s the reply Zhang Ze gave, just two words. As for the Wooden Fish Sect matter Zhang Ze replied. The commotion that night was huge, many saw the birth of the Innate Tao Embryo, and the news of the Celestial Sect Leader personally suppressing it was deliberately released by the Celestial Sect. Whatever the connection is among these matters, let Song Qingpao guess. It’s what he’s best at anyways. Zhang Ze rubbed his shoulder and stood up from the pool, after the medicinal bath, his injuries were almost healed, but thinking about getting beaten again tonight, Zhang Ze felt a bit hopeless. His strength was increasing rapidly, but the pain was real too. Due to the Innate Tao Pill, Zhang Ze’s cultivation has soared, with the support of the system, if he tried a little harder, he could even break through to Nascent Soul. It’s just that when it comes to Nascent Soul, Zhang Ze gets a headache. Nascent Soul is also known as Tao Embryo, after cultivators complete Grand Circulation, refining essence and concentrating spirit, gathered in the dantian, the Golden Core transforms into Nascent Soul. Nascent Soul is transformed from Golden Core, but Zhang Ze has several Golden Cores. Zhang Ze doesn’t plan to have children so early, especially so many embryos, and the Sword Sect doesn’t provide a second child allowance. "Forget it, forget it, I deserve it." Zhang Ze put on a piece of clothing, planning to go outside for a walk, relax his mind, and think of a strategy, to see if he can resist during tonight’s practice; getting hammered one-sidedly every day isn’t a solution. But just as he reached the door, the Black King Order sounded again. Hundred Demons Sect has a new task. This time it was the Five Rams Grand Elder of the Hundred Demons Sect who contacted him. It’s a big assignment. East Sea, the Five Rams Elder was still east of Jieshi, but this time on a lonely island in the outer sea. He held the Black King Order in his hand, and after sending a message to Nameless, he felt refreshed, crushed the Black King Order with a snap, and casually tossed it into the sea. Now, everything is ready, only the east wind is lacking; once we conquer this Qinghe Association, the Six Sects are of no concern. Remembering the Celestial Avenue seen in the illusion before, Five Rams couldn’t help but laugh. However, this place was too remote, besides the dolphins, no one paid attention to him. Thousand Mechanism Pavilion. Zhang Ze looked at Five Rams’ order, his mind started to turn, he thought if he operated properly, conquering the Hundred Demons Sect Main Helm seemed like something that could happen sooner or later. "I need to think about it." Zhang Ze returned to the table and began to write and draw. On the Sect Leader’s side, Mo Jingchun returned to the Main Pavilion for some work, having been away too long, she feared a few elders would stir up trouble and cause some major issues. Now in the room was only Chen Qianhu by himself. He stood by the window, holding an old sword sheath in his hand. He pondered on matters regarding Heavenly Destiny People, the destiny and Sword Sect’s origins; it began with this sword sheath. The sword sheath was ancient, its patterns long worn down, the sword sheath used by the Sword Sect’s founding ancestor has long since lost its former glory. But there is a story on this sword sheath. This story tells the tale of the Sword Sect ancestor’s dream meeting with Heavenly Destiny People, establishing the sect’s story. It was personally engraved on it by the founding ancestor and passed down through generations to this day. It should be true... probably. In theory, this should be a beautiful story, but this story itself is a secret of the Chen Family within the Sword Sect, not included in introductory textbooks, nor required to be memorized during monthly exams. The reason is simply that the story itself is not very flattering. There is no Heavenly Dao truths, no romance or immortal intent like a fateful encounter by a chess board, or cross-era dialogues filled with heroism. To put it bluntly, it’s just street insults. The ancestor dreamed of Heavenly Destiny People, and then got into an argument... Yes, that’s basically it. The argument was related to the path of Sword Cultivation. The ancestor’s argument went : Magic Cultivators, dead meat up close. Talisman Cultivators, showy dead meat. Array Cultivators, gatekeeping dead meat. Artifact Cultivators, sell me flying swords, good people. But still dead meat. Pill Cultivators, wild fools selling fake drugs. Body Cultivators, brainless fools. Buddhist Cultivators, bald fools. All-around offense and defense, sword cuts through heaven and earth, wherever sword qi reaches, mountains and rivers across thousands of miles can be shattered. Sword is supreme, grass and wood, dust and sand, all can be used as swords to cut stars. As the strongest sword in the world back then, before setting up the sect, the ancestor believed so. And the Heavenly Destiny Person replied : "Pitiful, poor, rely on a broken treasure flying sword that takes half a year to maintain after one unsheathing, every bump or knock makes you sick with worry, mastering no skills, learning no laws, working all life but saving not too many spirit stones you earned through deathly labor, spend none on yourself, all spent on the sword." "Just hoping one sword will be passed down for three generations, when the person’s gone, the sword remains, some fools even don’t want wives, thinking of living a lifetime with the sword, can the sword sheath help you raise children?" "Besides looking cool when standing in the wind, what else can you achieve?" "Even if I take a cauldron, I still look down on that broken Sword Dao of yours!" One reason for this being unappealing, and secondly, the ancestor’s remarks were too offensive, almost offending all cultivators under the sky, so past Sword Sect Leaders never revealed the specifics of this matter. It’s too embarrassing, not only did the argument happen, but they didn’t win. And it’s said, the Sword Sect later forging swords to increase sect income was related to this humiliation. After all, thinking it over, the insult was quite justified. Chen Qianhu put the sword sheath away, no longer thinking about the Heavenly Destiny People’s issues. Whether destiny is good or bad, as stars revolve in the world, our generation of cultivators should seek our own destiny. Whether Zhang Ze is Heavenly Destiny People isn’t important, he is a disciple of my Sword Sect, and that’s enough. Chen Qianhu thought of this, pondering whether he should give Zhang Ze a day off today. And coincidentally, Zhang Ze came in. He was carrying a large cauldron over his shoulder. "Sect Leader, good news! We’re going to win a merit!" Zhang Ze was very excited.