Who let him join the Sword Sect?!-Chapter 450 - 288: Junior Sister Said, "Make One for Me Too"_2

Chapter 450: Chapter 288: Junior Sister Said, "Make One for Me Too"_2

"Get out of the way, just do it like I said. This is to restore my image." Zhang Ze snatched the pen from Lily’s hand.

"Tch, no taste at all." Lily continued to grumble.

As the two were discussing, Chen Qin’s voice came from behind Zhang Ze, "Although I don’t know what’s so good about this set, your hat is wrong, it’s too new."

Chen Qin walked over, picked up Zhang Ze’s new bamboo hat from the table, and handed it to Maomao.

Maomao naturally caught it with his mouth and, under Chen Qin’s direction, started to chew it. When that damp and ragged hat was taken out from the dog’s mouth, Chen Qin handed it to Zhang Ze.

"Junior Sister is right, but since Maomao chewed it, never mind. I remember the tailor shop in Thousand Mechanism Town has a business doing aged items, I’ll just get one there."

After saying that, he threw the tattered hat out again for Maomao to play with as a flying disc.

"What about the cow?" Lily asked.

"Find Li." Zhang Ze replied without thinking.

...

The next day.

The venue was packed with people early on, but because the opponent was an unknown disciple from a small sect, everyone was not too concerned about the outcome of the match.

They were interested in what new tricks Zhang Ze might pull off today.

For this, several betting pools were set up, with bets on Zhang Ze having an affair with a certain beauty, or whose spell he might use this time.

All in all, it was quite a lively scene.

As for Zhang Ze’s opponent in this sparring match, that unknown figure in the eyes of many, Xu Lin stood in the field feeling quite nervous.

The audience was laughing and chatting, but he couldn’t bring himself to smile.

Whether it was the first day or the second day, the methods exhibited by his opponent were beyond ordinary.

Not to mention the Spirit Fusion Technique of the Beast Taming Sect, just the little display of the Sword Control Technique on the first day left him shocked.

He himself didn’t think he could win.

As a disciple cultivated with full effort by the South Mountain Sect, Xu Lin cherished this opportunity greatly.

However, whether by luck or misfortune, he hadn’t encountered any disciples from the Six Sects in the first two rounds, and so he effortlessly coasted into the third round.

It felt like he was just on a tour.

But he wasn’t there for tourism.

All in all, Xu Lin felt very guilty towards his master. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Facing Zhang Ze today, he had complex feelings, a sense of inferiority before the battle had even begun lingered in his heart.

Maybe he wasn’t an opponent, or even a whetstone, but just a pebble on the roadside, unable to even twist the ankle of those geniuses.

Xu Lin took a deep breath, waiting for Zhang Ze to arrive.

But after waiting for a long time, Zhang Ze still hadn’t arrived, leaving Xu Lin at a loss.

The murmurs from the spectators in the stands made him restless, always feeling they were mocking him.

"Is he looking down on me?"

For some unknown reason, a nameless emotion suddenly surfaced in his heart, like a seed of self-destruction, abandonment, quietly taking root and sprouting within him.

While Xu Lin’s mentality was changing, Fuji, who had always had tasks these days and had transformed into hundreds, watching the matches in various venues, took out a small notebook.

[Unfortunate soul affected by the overarching plan of the Hundred Demons Sect]

[Xu Lin of the South Mountain Sect]

[Impact, slight]

After making a record, Fuji put the notebook away and continued quietly watching the field.

In the arena.

Just as Xu Lin was considering the idea that a gentleman can be killed but not humiliated, and wanted to forfeit, Zhang Ze’s voice sounded in his ear.

"Sorry, I’m late."

However, the voice arrived first, but the person had not.

But before Xu Lin could inquire, a gentle breeze suddenly swept through the arena, the sound of a flute playing lingered, dark clouds began to gather in the sky, and strands of spring rain fell.

Within the spring rain, a bit of ink appeared out of thin air not far from Xu Lin’s front, and when that ink dropped to the ground, it did not splash, but rather transformed into a ripple, spreading out to cover the entire arena.

This world transformed into a Mirror Lake scenario, and although the boundaries of the arena weren’t far, the ink shadows were ethereal, with the Immortal Mountains and cloudy towers faintly visible.

And the initial bit of ink emerged from the Mirror Lake again, transforming into the form of two yin-yang fish, rotating to become a door.

Zhang Ze emerged riding a cow.

The cow was entirely dark blue, with dark golden mystical patterns roaming its surface, carrying a small saddle, with a sword box hanging by its side.

Zhang Ze was riding on the cow’s back, wearing a bamboo hat, swaying gently, holding a wine pot in one hand, and a tree branch in the other.

He said in a loud voice.

"Upon enlightenment, I saw the ancient rivers and seas, traveled the azure cliffs to pay respects at the Mystic Gate. By chance, inscribed a verse on the human world, with a flute, a sword, and the Kunlun Mountains."

"Please, Daoist friend."

Zhang Ze gently leapt off the cow, landing lightly on the ground, holding the tree branch behind his back, and stood tranquilly inviting.

On the stands.

"Damn it, I want to hit him, why... why the hell is he so handsome!"

A cultivator infuriated by Zhang Ze’s antics said furiously.

As soon as he finished speaking, someone next to him chimed in, "This should be the latest public show-off package from the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion. Once customized, you can achieve a similar effect, and it’s not a one-time thing either."

"Really? Not that expensive type you can only experience once?" that person asked.

"Of course not, Thousand Mechanism Pavilion values its reputation. It just so happens my cousin works over in Thousand Mechanism Town, if you’re interested, after today’s events, I can take you for a visit..."

"Then I’ll trouble you, my brother."

The discussions in the stands were mostly like this, with some other equally flamboyant cultivators, silently reciting the verses Zhang Ze borrowed, appearing to have a moment of insight.