Who let him join the Sword Sect?!-Chapter 471 - 295 Immortal Cultivation is What I Want_3

Chapter 471: Chapter 295 Immortal Cultivation is What I Want_3

Behind the old man followed two young men, dressed as apprentices. Judging by the remnant hostility on their brows, they were likely ruffian-like figures in the past, who hadn’t reformed for long.

Zhang Ze’s gaze wandered once more to Wolong Marsh, recalling his heaven-shaking feat of stepping on clouds and slaying the Dragon, and then he continued westward with satisfaction.

As if drawn by something, Zhang Ze’s gaze came to a valley.

He saw Xiaoxue speaking with an elderly granny.

The granny turned to glance at Zhang Ze after noticing him looking.

"Granny, what are you looking at?" Xiaoxue asked nervously.

"Nothing much, just some of those little old age quirks. But what about you, child, what are you so nervous about?"

Granny Anya turned her head to look at Xiaoxue, noticing her expression was quite unnatural.

Xiaoxue thought for a moment, then turned to look at her master who was acting as a lookout on the neighboring hilltop, and whispered to Granny Anya, "Granny, you wouldn’t take advantage of our East Continent’s weakness and lead the Barbarian Race warriors in a large-scale invasion of our East Continent, would you?"

Xiaoxue’s question left Granny Anya stunned for a moment, then she laughed, "You child, where do you get such wild ideas?"

Xiaoxue flipped her hand, and a book written by Zhang Ze, "Taoist Path to Heaven," appeared in her hand. "That’s what it says here, see?"

She pointed to one page.

"Chapter 375, Empire’s Fall, Jinluo Responds to the Calamity, Desolate Riders and Barbarian Soldiers Enter the Western Pass."

"Rest assured, I won’t. I have to stay home to guard against your master. If I were to lead people into the Western Pass, I’m afraid that just as we leave, our Holy Tree would be uprooted by that rascal Qin Lang." Granny Anya teased, as if joking with her granddaughter.

Xiaoxue thought about it and realized it made sense, so she relaxed and stopped worrying about it, and then fell into a quiet stupor.

Meanwhile, Granny Anya seemed to have taken an interest in the book Xiaoxue held in her hands. "Girl, may I borrow this to read?"

"Sure, Granny, I have the whole set with me." Xiaoxue’s hands were filled with a thick stack of books.

Just as Zhang Ze was about to check out somewhere else, an annoying voice pulled his thoughts back.

"What are you still waiting for? Why haven’t you refined it yet?"

Zhang Ze turned around and saw it was Xiao Teng, or rather the broken banner, speaking to him.

Because Xiao Teng’s voice was peculiar, not only was the tone different but his demeanor was vastly altered, his eyes hollow and vacant.

"Why are you still here?" Zhang Ze looked at the broken banner occupying Xiao Teng’s body with some exasperation.

"Since the fate of East Continent is in your hands, what are you waiting for?" The broken banner seemed to ignore Zhang Ze’s sarcasm and continued to urge.

He did not attempt to snatch the fate from Zhang Ze’s hand, instead urged him to refine it.

His voice seemed to carry a magical allure, constantly tempting Zhang Ze, painting grand visions of the future, of supreme sovereignty.

"The situation is determined."

"You are the one destined by fate, it is East Continent that has chosen you. What do you hesitate for? Absorb these fortunes and become the second Human Emperor."

"You felt it just now too, didn’t you? That state of seeming omniscience, once you absorb these fortunes, the Four Continents’ heavens and earth, life and death of all things, all will be at your will."

"Ants are destined to become fodder for the strong. Though they lose everything, they gain a true Human Emperor in return; you can do many things for them."

"Once you truly control the East Continent, next is West Continent and Northern Territory; when you rule everything, the Heavenly Door shall open!"

"This scheme, this world exists for you."

The broken banner jabbered on until it nearly tired out, finally pausing to ask, "Well?"

"Sounded quite convincing, that feeling is indeed wonderful." Zhang Ze recalled that feeling just now.

"Then why not act quickly?" The broken banner took a step closer.

Zhang Ze waved for him to stay back, "Act for what?"

"Refine the worldly fortune in your hand. As long as you will it, everything will be yours."

The broken banner was anxious.

Zhang Ze sighed and interrupted the broken banner’s enticement.

"Whoever named you, you’re not worthy of the Human Emperor title, you don’t deserve it."

"As for this." Zhang Ze tossed with the increasingly solidified East Continent’s fortune in his hand and then looked at the broken banner.

"I don’t want it."

"W-why?!" The Human Emperor Banner was stunned.

"Because doing so won’t make me happy. I cultivate the immortal path because I enjoy it."

"So, I don’t want it."

After speaking, Zhang Ze crushed the East Continent fortune in his hand.

Heaven returns to heaven, earth returns to earth, humans return to humans.

Everything will return to where they belong.

Watching the dissipating flow of lights in Zhang Ze’s hand, the Human Emperor Banner was incredulous.

Controlling Xiao Teng, he tried to grasp those dissipating streams, but to no avail.

Like a fool watching the moon, all was vain.

The Human Emperor Banner, furious beyond measure, lunged at Zhang Ze.

"Give it back to me! That was mine!"

The golden flag turned to purple-black, revealing its true form.