Who let him join the Sword Sect?!

Some travel north along the Northern Territory's Great Wall all the way to the Erlun Icefield of the West Continent, or head south along the ancient roads and then take the sea route to reach the West Continent.

This is the route for ordinary people and cultivators.

The Absolute Land of the Central Continent isn't much of an obstacle for someone of Chen Qianhu's cultivation level, but their identity is very sensitive.

So generally, there's minimal cross-border contact, and they all maintain a safe distance from each other.

For experts of this caliber, roaming around means others can't fathom your intentions—no contact means no friction, which is a good thing.

Of course, the Valley Master of Medicine King Valley, who enjoys stealing vegetables, is an exception, though he's already on the blacklist of all tribes in the West Continent...

After considering for a moment, Wei Zhuang said, "I'm planning to take a look to the west."

"Is it related to the west?" Chen Qianhu asked.

But Wei Zhuang didn't clarify, he shook his head, "Not related, but I can't tell you yet... I need to think it over."

Chen Qianhu sighed inwardly, not because he blamed his uncle for being cryptic, but because he suddenly felt a bit sentimental.

After all, for the past thousand years, he's been the one being cryptic to make others suffer, who would've thought he'd also have a day like this...

Wei Zhuang has many secrets, but he doesn't want to share them, and no one can make him talk.

Speaking of these two starting to be cryptic and play the long game, Old Ascender was at it again.

On Small Ascender's side, some trouble emerged.

Zhang Ze was entirely to blame.

Because he was lucky but still had a tendency to mess things up.

As someone with the ability to cause trouble wherever he goes, Zhang Ze is particularly sensitive to things, especially when it comes to stepping into traps and bumping into secret realms.

Mumu took Zhang Ze and Chen Qin to a solitary peak in the back mountain, a place desolate and tranquil, full of green bamboo, with a little building at the top listening to the wind and towering over the moon.

This was Pavilion Master Mumu's official residence, also where she handled cases as the esteemed Qing Soup Elder.

Mumu let Zhang Ze and Chen Qin watch as she placed Li and Rongrong onto the stone table, sitting them face to face.

Then she started to preach.

Honestly speaking, Mumu's expressionless face really added to the weight when lecturing, her tone was calm, and the more the listener heard, the more pressured they felt.

It felt like today's affairs were about three things: fairness, fairness, and still fairness.

She first made Li apologize to Rongrong, then had Rongrong withdraw the unequal treaty, and started drafting a new agreement, ensuring Li learned a lesson without insulting the dignity of a dragon.

This process aimed for fairness, justice, and transparency.

Finally, she encouraged Li to study well and improve daily and made the two little ones agree to spar again in a month to improve together.

Zhang Ze, watching Pavilion Master Mumu handle the case, couldn't shake the feeling that she resembled a kindergarten teacher.

And Zhang Ze wasn't mistaken; Pavilion Master Mumu indeed used child-rearing tactics to handle such minor incidents within the sect.

In her view, as long as her father wasn't present, the Jing State Sword Pavilion only contained two types of people.

Grumpy old children and naively unaware real children.

For children's issues, as long as no big mistakes are made, coaxing will do.

Zhang Ze looked at the now-friendly Yilong and Feng with both relief and suspicion; though he guessed they'd be quiet for at most half a month, another fight was sure to follow.

One cheeky, the other earnest.

As he mulled over these trivial matters, Zhang Ze's eyes wandered onto an object.

A small Pixiu statue.

In the courtyard was a pond, with mossy rocks beside it, and a small Pixiu placed there.

Zhang Ze stared intently, feeling something was off, wondering why the Pixiu's forehead seemed so shiny.

As if someone often crouched there and caressed it.

No, something definitely felt wrong.

So, Zhang Ze went to the poolside, crouched down, and started to rub his hand over the Pixiu's head.

And Lily once said.

[Even the most powerful array can occasionally malfunction.]

It's hard to say if the array truly malfunctioned or if Zhang Ze's touch was somehow blessed. Even Mumu didn't expect that Zhang Ze would really open the door.

Heaven knows that Zhang Ze didn't even channel any spiritual qi; he was purely fumbling around.

As the world spun, the people in the courtyard were transported to Mumu's secret bedroom, the restricted area of Jing State Sword Pavilion...

Just moments ago, Li and Rongrong, who were sitting at the stone table talking, suddenly found themselves on a soft large bed; the whole room was filled with treasures of all kinds.

Everything fun, beautiful, and delicious was there.

Of course, to Li, all these things appeared to be delicious.

And at this moment, Chen Mumu was glaring at Zhang Ze, she had the urge to eat his heart raw.

'What kind of person is this! Even the restrictions I set can be broken!'

"Sister, what's this?" Chen Qin tugged on her second sister's sleeve.

The Chen Family had quick thinkers, so Chen Mumu, still expressionless and unfazed, replied nonchalantly.

"Didn't Xiaoqin want a birthday present? Well, this is my gift to you."

"Wow!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Qin leapt onto the big bed, rolling around with Li and Rongrong.

Meanwhile, Chen Mumu, with one hand behind her, quickly formed hand seals, either destroying or hiding her various private collections and things that shouldn't be seen by outsiders.

'It's fine, after all, it's for my little sister... It's fine, don't be angry, don't be angry, it's time to change anyway.'

'Gotta quickly get this guy out of here, the farther the better. Starting to empathize with my big brother...'

Zhang Ze, standing quietly in a corner, glanced between Chen Mumu and Chen Qin, feeling that this icy sister-in-law hadn't spoken the truth.

But it was best to keep quiet right now.

There was a murderous aura.

...

A few days later, the entrance examination ended, wrapping up the affairs of the Jing State Sword Pavilion.