Who let him join the Sword Sect?!

Although I don't know how the old Celestial Master did it, these Divinity Transformation Stage Stone Taoists are indeed the work of the old Celestial Master.

After a simple conversation with these Big Head Taoists, Zhang Ze thought that the old Celestial Master indeed deserves his reputation.

The things he creates always have some quirks.

These Stone Taoists don't know numbers, or rather, have intelligence issues.

They don't count themselves in numbers.

The leading Big Head Taoist pointed at the other Taoists' big heads with his thick finger, "One, two, three, four, five, six."

"We... we are six people." He spoke with some difficulty.

Even Tang was speechless at the sight of these Taoists, while Huang Silang, perched on Tang's head, seemed accustomed to it.

"See, calling them Six Paths Immortals is just perfect." Naming master Huang Silang said.

Zhang Ze thought about it and decided not to get entangled in this somewhat stupid problem.

"How should I address you?" he asked.

But this simple question seemed to also trouble these Big Heads.

Huang Silang pretended to be mysterious and called them Six Paths Immortals.

While the old Celestial Master called them Big Heads, so they didn't know what their own names should be.

The Big Heads squatted to one side and started discussing their names together.

Perhaps it was a misconception, but Zhang Ze felt that when they got together, their intelligence seemed to increase slightly, and their speech became more fluent.

Though they still couldn't count.

After a while of discussion, the Big Head Taoists dispersed, and as they distanced themselves, their not-so-smart intellect began to recede like a tide.

"We are all stubborn stones enlightened by the master."

"We study different spells, and we plan to call ourselves by the spells we've learned..."

"I am Taoist Jin." The first Big Head Taoist turned completely golden.

The four behind him also started changing colors and introduced themselves as Taoist Mu, Taoist Water...

Zhang Ze greeted each of the five Taoists who had changed colors and then looked towards the last two.

At that moment, one had a white face, and the other a black face.

The white-faced Big Head bowed to Zhang Ze, "I am Taoist Yang."

The black-faced one was about to introduce himself when the clever Li suddenly exclaimed, "I get it, you are Yin..."

However, before she could finish, she was quickly scooped up by Zhang Ze, who covered her mouth.

Some words shouldn't be blurted out by children.

If counting from the birth in the Stone Discussion Pill, Li was only less than three months old.

"Alright, we understand, no need to say more." Zhang Ze smiled awkwardly at the black-faced Taoist.

The black-faced Taoist was slightly puzzled but nodded anyway, saying no more.

However, just when Zhang Ze ran out of questions, the Big Heads had concerns.

"Who are you? Why are you looking for the master?" Taoist Jin asked.

Although Zhang Ze had already introduced himself at the beginning, these Big Heads seemed not to have remembered.

Suddenly, the Big Heads changed from their previously amiable and simple expressions, their hands glowing with Yin and Yang Liangyi and Five Elements Taoist Technique brilliance.

Poised to strike.

If Zhang Ze and Tang's answers didn't satisfy them, it seemed they would rightfully gang up seven to two.

"You, you Big Heads! Stop, stop, stop! This is the old Celestial Master's little grandson!" Huang Silang, unsure what got into them, jumped to the ground waving his tiny hands to stop the suddenly frenzied Big Heads.

"Really?" Taoist Mu tilted his head, looking at Tang.

"I kind of remember, there was a child back then." Taoist Fire nodded.

"Stay away from me, you're too hot." Taoist Water elbowed Taoist Fire.

But as the two distanced, their intelligence drastically declined, Taoist Water let go of his spell, looking around confused as if he'd forgotten what he was doing.

The most clever ones were Yin and Yang Taoists, currently embracing in a somewhat perverted posture to perform a Combined Skill.

"Do you have evidence?" They finally posed a somewhat constructive question.

"Yes, Little Tang!" Zhang Ze gave a pat to the streetwise Tang.

Little Tang hurriedly produced the old Celestial Master's ragged book and his Dragon Tiger Mountain waist badge.

The seven Taoists took these two tokens, gathered again, and after a logically rigorous inference, they acknowledged Little Tang's identity.

Zhang Ze was also incidentally deemed good.

"Sorry, we suddenly remembered the master instructed us a few days ago to..." Taoist Mu said, but couldn't recall the last word.

"Idiots, the master told us to guard." Yin and Yang Taoists, intelligence peaks among the Six Paths Immortals, scorned their other brethren.

"Right, guard, don't let others come near." The remaining five said in unison.

After speaking, they looked at the gigantic stone door at the end of the cavern. The stone door was thoroughly sealed without a gap.

"So, what exactly is my granddad doing?" Little Tang looked at the stone door curiously.

To ensure smooth communication, the Big Head Taoists now huddled closely, seven big faces forming a wall in front of Zhang Ze and Little Tang.

Their intelligence reaching its peak, they finally found the instruction from the old Celestial Master hidden in their barely existent brains.

"Master said he has realized something, he wants to live reversing fate, to become a Red Dust Immortal." Taoist Earth said.

Zhang Ze, "Ha?"

Zhang Ze felt he had entered the wrong place, glancing at the stone door, worried that an ominous red-haired old monster could suddenly leap out from behind.

Little Tang didn't think that much but didn't understand either.

Seeing their confusion, Taoist Jin wanted to explain, but the question was too profound.

Even if the Six Paths Immortals worked together with maximum intelligence, they couldn't clarify it.

Taoist Jin fumbled with the ragged Taoist Robe on him, took out a booklet and handed it over.

Zhang Ze was going to take it, but Taoist Jin didn't give it to him, instead handing it to Little Tang.

"This is what the master gave us a few days ago." Taoist Jin thought for a moment and continued, "The master said that if something happened to him, leave this booklet to a destined person. But he hasn't had any incidents yet. Um, you see for yourself, I can't explain it."

Little Tang took it, flipped through it then handed it to Zhang Ze, showing an expression of wanting to say something but hesitating.

Zhang Ze took the wrinkled little booklet, opened the first page, and then was stunned.

Li climbed onto Zhang Ze's head, like Huang Silang, found a comfortable spot to lie down, looking down at the booklet in Zhang Ze's hand.

"Ha, your Sword Sect's fault." Li commented.

Zhang Ze wanted to rebut, but Li seemed to be right; from the words on the first page, it was entirely their fault.

"It is our Sword Sect's full responsibility, Li, you earn wages from Sword Sect, at such times don't stand aside." Zhang Ze took Li off his head and held her in his arms.

"I have legitimate business on Thousand Mechanism Pavilion's Boulevard, as a sole operator. This issue can't be pinned on me." Li argued.

The first page of the small booklet in Zhang Ze's hand had only two lines.

[To the destined who shall inherit my legacy, go to Sword Sect and deliver a message for me]

[Zhengyi brat, ignorant brute, how could I be someone who clings to life and fears death, bah.]

Dragon Tiger Mountain Sect Leader arguing with Sword Sect Pavilion Master, no wonder Little Tang had that expression just now, and even Zhang Ze didn't know what to say about this, he could only continue reading.