Who let him join the Sword Sect?!

Zhengyi & Old Li, "..."

The Pavilion Master shook his head a little helplessly after reading.

"It's all good, you go on now." Li Guanqi suddenly felt a bit weary.

"Oh."

...

In this atmosphere where Old Ascender played a big game of chess, Zhang Ze obediently quieted down.

He stayed honestly inside the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion, practicing immortal cultivation in the morning, strolling the streets in the afternoon, and taking some time to study the issues of the Qinghe Association.

It's not that he didn't take it seriously, it's just that there wasn't anything too difficult.

The Qinghe Association had been held more than once, with a fixed process long established, and many buildings were even ready-made. If they didn't want to be bothered, they could just take out the refined prefabricated houses from the treasury and throw them by the river.

The rest were all trivial matters...

Regarding cultivation, Zhang Ze felt that the current speed was just right, as several long-term tasks were already set to auto-run, and he only needed to pick up his harvest daily.

However, theoretically, the system should be making trouble now, assigning some senseless tasks. Then Zhang Ze, like other protagonists, should defect from the sect, leading to a series of climactic events, and head to the great world to level up and fight...

But there was none of that, no great sect competition, no senior brothers stepping on his head, and no sinister old monster waiting to kill him...

In terms of cultivation, Zhang Ze's current focus was entirely on his few bizarre Golden Cores. During this period, he was simulating the next steps of the Thousand Mechanism Heart Method in the system's trial space while verifying them in reality.

Progressing steadily, the pace was just right.

Such a life wasn't exactly confinement either, since the Sect Leader only recently disallowed Zhang Ze from leaving Cyan Thorn.

Zhang Ze was at ease, and external matters were the same.

The Hundred Demons Sect really laid low, not a peep, and even Lin Feng recently returned secretly to the Sword Pavilion, receiving secret guidance from his master.

According to Lin Feng, he had also long formed a Golden Core, but which Sword Dao to follow was still unclear. He had been sitting in deep meditation in the Sword Storage Tower all this time.

Neither knowing when he would come out.

The package of contracts with Zhendong Trading Company was still in a bundled state.

Formal cooperation would wait a while, because although it had already been settled, and even part of the money was paid, they really valued it on the other side. According to Bai Tao, the Zhendong Trading Company would send high-level people to conduct on-site inspections at the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion.

The time, probably about a month later.

With money to spend, Lily bounced back, disappearing frequently these days.

Yet the Pavilion Master's new arrangement hadn't come, which Zhang Ze thought was because the big game was not yet played. But in fact, it wasn't so.

Letting Zhang Ze sit quietly and cultivate was definitely impossible. Whether it was Li, Zhengyi, or the Sect Leader all knew that having this little brat sit and cultivate quietly was a waste of time.

Yet due to some temporarily unspeakable reason, letting him out to cause chaos wasn't possible recently...

After much contemplation, Li couldn't find an untroublesome long-term hobby for Zhang Ze.

Not that attempts hadn't been made, but just like the previous times Zhang Ze went out, the comings and goings were notably swift.

With little choice, Li's only option was to let Zhang Ze find something to do on his own before the Sect Leader's instructions came down.

So there it went.

Simply stay within Cyan Thorn.

This time, Zhang Ze was very obedient, but even if he didn't seek trouble, trouble found him.

In the past few days, aiming to cultivate a bond with his junior sister while contributing to the sect and testing new cultivation techniques, he went to the task hall and took on a task.

A task like a tour.

...

[Southwest of Cyan Thorn, Cyan Horse Marsh, investigate the midnight strange phenomenon]

There were many such tasks in the task hall, mostly rumors reported by Sword Halls from various places, most of which were false, with some idle people or idle demons pretending to be ghosts and monsters.

Of course, some were indeed true.

After finding this endless task in the task hall, he and his junior sister were the only two who came here.

The junior sister was quite excited at first, because last time Zhang Ze went to Wolong Marsh, he came back with a dragon, and since this place was called Cyan Horse Marsh, finding a big cyan horse seemed reasonable.

As for what a big cyan horse was, that wasn't important.

So before coming, the junior sister studied the geography and customs of the southwest region of Cyan Thorn by the candlelight, again and again, but in the end, she sadly found that there was nothing divine about this place.

Cyan Horse Marsh was formed when the Qinghe altered its path; it wasn't initially as large, but due to the abundance of frogs, it was named Frog Marsh by passersby.

Later it grew larger, and due to pronunciation issues, it became mistakenly called Cyan Horse Marsh.

Because the name sounded good, they went with the error and officially changed it.

There is no big cyan horse in the marsh!

However, although there was no divine beast big cyan horse, going out to play with Senior Brother was a good thing.

But Zhang Ze was a bit anxious.

The bright moon hung high.

"Senior Brother, how come you haven't caught a single fish yet?" Chen Qin put down the fishing rod and said something quite hurtful to Zhang Ze.

"Don't worry, whoever wants to bite will take the bait, the next one will surely bite."

It had been three days, but Zhang Ze's fish basket was still empty, and he was starting to sweat a little.

This Cyan Horse Marsh was considered one of the great marshes of the Cyan Thorn area, lush with aquatic plants, yet not a single fish had been caught.

On the other hand, Chen Qin's fish basket was filled within every two-hour period, and when it was full, she released them all. Those fat fish she had caught were even familiar with her, and some were even named.

Clearly, they were only separated by two meters, but not even a little white fish appeared on Zhang Ze's end, let alone a big carp.

It was like those fish held a grudge against him.

If he hadn't promised fair competition with his junior sister, Zhang Ze would have dived in to personally hang a few fish on the hook to restore his pride.

Just as he was sweating on his forehead, another fat fish bit the hook on the junior sister's side. This time, Chen Qin didn't even bait the hook; just a fishing line hanging on the water surface, yet the fat fish had hooked itself.