Who let him join the Sword Sect?!-Chapter 840 - 422: A Father as Thin as a Cicada’s Wing (4k)_2

How about letting Old Ascender slap himself in celebration?

With this thought, Zhang Ze stood up and didn't look for a beating. Instead, he asked about serious matters, rubbing his hands as he asked, "Sect Leader, where have you been this past year? And why are you appearing here?"

Chen Qianhu was taken aback by Zhang Ze's question.

"Am I not in the Sword Sect?"

After Chen Qianhu's words, there was a long silence in the core cabin.

Zhang Ze, "Hmm?"

Looking at his own Old Ascender, Zhang Ze suddenly felt something strange again. His elder was clearly here and even saved him, yet didn't know about anything—what was going on?

Zhang Ze suspected he might still be trapped in a mental obstacle and hadn't escaped from it. He took a step back and scrutinized his own Old Ascender with suspicion.

Zhang Ze didn't like sitting in forgetfulness nor being unable to distinguish clarity.

Seeing Zhang Ze looking at him like a thief, Chen Qianhu immediately realized this foolish boy must have misunderstood something.

"Don't let your imagination run wild, you forgot..."

Yet before Chen Qianhu finished his words, Zhang Ze immediately stepped back, watching his own Old Ascender with more vigilance.

It was because when Chen Qianhu started to speak and raised his hand, Zhang Ze found he seemed a bit too two-dimensional.

Literally, at that moment, Chen Qianhu was just a thin piece, like a shadow puppet, like a sticker, only having a front and back, no side view. It was fine when he didn't move, but once he did, it became inexplicably eerie... 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"Don't come any closer! I still have a trump card!" Zhang Ze took another step back, pretending to fumble in his pocket.

But he forgot he was still a Stone Man, and his Hundred Treasures Bag was shattered. He didn't have any pockets.

Chen Qianhu sighed as he watched Zhang Ze acting like he was searching his backside. Perhaps because he was too thin, his entire body shook a bit as he spoke.

"Let me finish, then you can mess around."

"Take your time making it up, I'm listening." Zhang Ze stepped back once more.

Instead of explaining directly, Chen Qianhu began rattling off a series of places, times, and numbers.

"Main Pavilion of Sword Sect, West Mountain Forest..."

All the places Chen Qianhu mentioned were Sword Sect's Main Pavilion locations. Initially, Zhang Ze didn't care, thinking everyone knew these things, but the more he listened, the more something felt off.

And Chen Qianhu himself got angrier as he spoke, as if he was preparing for a ten-draw combo.

Seeing this, Zhang Ze quickly jumped up, waving his hands and saying, "Okay! Stop talking, I believe you! I believe you!"

What Chen Qianhu was talking about was nothing other than Zhang Ze, this Yellow Hair kid, being called to the Main Pavilion of Sword Sect, secretly meeting his daughter.

And the time and place he got caught, being chased by Mo Jingchun, along with the distance he got chased and the number of beatings he received like a resounding top.

No outsider could know these things.

"You... what exactly is going on?" Zhang Ze carefully approached, poking at the Sect Leader's sleeve, curiously looking at the Sect Leader who seemed like a shadow puppet.

Chen Qianhu, "What else? Like that Xiao Jing, I'm also a virtual image."

Zhang Ze, "Eh?"

While speaking, Chen Qianhu began decompressing in front of Zhang Ze. Moments later, he regained a normal form, only this time his color was faint, almost transparent.

"Could it be?" Zhang Ze touched his forehead, suddenly remembering something.

The first time he went to the Main Pavilion of Sword Sect, besides seizing his own Old Ascender's treasure in front of him, he also received a gift.

Chen Qianhu left an extreme sword mark on Zhang Ze's forehead as insurance for him not cultivating the Sword Dao, choosing a solitary path.

This extreme sword mark usually wasn't visible, nor did it affect him, but it could save him from dying once, ensuring he wouldn't perish after death.

The Innate Dao Body shattered by Emperor Xiaojing was repaired thanks to the power of this sword mark.

Moreover, an image of Chen Qianhu himself was sealed within this extreme sword mark, inheriting all of Chen Qianhu's memories up to that time, effectively making it him.

Of course, Zhang Ze didn't know about this at the time. It was secretly done by Old Ascender.

He only learned about it later from his Junior Sister.

Junior Sister heard it from her second sister, Chen Mumu, who heard it during a casual chat with her mom.

Though it seemed roundabout, this was indeed true.

"Then you..." Zhang Ze looked a bit awkwardly at Chen Qianhu, mumbling but not completing the sentence.

Chen Qianhu waved his hand lightly, signaling him not to overthink, "I didn't peek at your preferences. If you're not in a life-and-death crisis, this sword mark won't activate... Wait a minute, what have you been doing, you little rascal? Huh?"

Zhang Ze's gaze darted, "Didn't... do anything. I just cultivated well, then lived in harmony with my Junior Sister, and that's it..."

Chen Qianhu stared at Zhang Ze, but in the end, didn't ask further because he feared he couldn't resist hitting him.

Not that he lacked courage, but because he simply had no strength left.

Just now, besides depleting the power within the sword mark for healing Zhang Ze's wounds, he also extracted part of the power from the virtual image.

He wasn't in full form when he appeared, hence when facing Emperor Xiaojing's virtual image, he had to intimidate him first and kicked Zhang Ze out to draw attention, preventing his reality from being exposed.

When it came to being annoying, Chen Qianhu had to admit he couldn't compare to Zhang Ze.

And Zhang Ze didn't let him down, firmly holding Emperor Xiaojing's grudge.

Of course, this wasn't something Chen Qianhu planned to tell Zhang Ze, otherwise he would definitely nag.

In short, neither of them spoke the truth to each other. Chen Qianhu cleared his throat, glossing over the matter.