Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 435 The Schoolboy's Tale: Today I'm a Submissive
Although the celestial obstruction was somewhat bizarre, for most people, their lives were not actually affected much.

This matter is currently only circulating in a small circle and has not been spread to the general public.

Whether it's true or false, we've been living in this muddle for so many years without anything major happening, so it's best not to take any rash actions for now.

Besides Longhu Mountain and Tianzong, several other sects have cultivation traditions related to Xingqiong Tianxiang.

If this kind of thing causes panic and chaos, and a few old men are scared to death by going mad, then it would be a case of more harm than good.

So after discussion, everyone reached a consensus.

That means as long as the bug can run, then don't touch it for the time being.

Nevertheless, research on the celestial barrier is proceeding step by step.

After all, Junior Sister's father is still in heaven, and we need to bring him back as soon as possible.

To expedite the process, several related projects are being carried out simultaneously.

One of them is to find a way to cross the natural barrier.

After a few brief discussions, the plan to suppress cultivation levels and send one hundred Lilies to heaven was unanimously rejected.

Besides the fact that it's unsafe and inhumane, there's another important reason: sending it up there is pointless.

Beyond the heavens, there is not only Commander Chen, but also Xiao Jing, the headquarters of the Hundred Demon Sect, and that power that freezes the soul.

The situation is fraught with crises and the environment is constantly changing. If something were to happen, not even a hundred Lilies, let alone a thousand, would be able to do anything.

We can't just let them clap their hands and wait to die.

Therefore, the 100-person Lily Project became the 100-person Zhang Ze Project.

By utilizing the self-contained nature of the Dao body, which does not interact with the outside world, the influence of celestial barriers can be avoided.

Logically speaking, there was no need to prepare for this at all, because Zhang Ze himself was already there.

As a top astronaut, he is ready to take off at any time.

However, although Zhang Ze is stronger than Lily, he is not particularly good at fighting, according to Old Deng and the others' standards.

In order to have sufficient ability to deal with emergencies, the veterans discussed and decided to train a group of top-notch pilots to start their training.

At that time, let alone Xiao Jing, even if we see an alien, we'll grab it instantly and bring it back for a thorough study.

Therefore, Zhang Ze did not stay at home enjoying life with his junior sister during this period, but instead went to find Shi Xiu to study the Dao Body together.

Thanks to the extraordinary trial space provided by Tongtongzhijia, Zhang Ze and Shi Xiu, two living specimens, along with their intelligence and top-notch comprehension, were able to achieve their goals.

Two grown men lived and ate together for several months and finally deduced the method of this acquired Taoist body.

This method is exquisite, and like the Spirit Fusion Technique, it is divided into three stages. The first stage can be practiced by those who have reached the Golden Core stage.

However, since it is an acquired skill and has only recently been mastered, there is still much room for improvement. Its defensive capabilities are not yet comparable to Zhang Ze's.

Even so, its defensive power is several times stronger than those top-tier defensive techniques.

In addition, after mastering both the acquired Dao body and the art of spirit fusion, others can also achieve the same level of mastery over the six schools of Daoist arts as Zhang Ze, without any taboos, through transformation.

To some extent, this acquired Dao body is the follow-up method of the Thousand Machine Heart Method.

It is also the true beginning of a new path.

The time has come to preach the Way, impart knowledge, and resolve doubts.

……

In December, light snow was falling.

Zhang Ze and Shi Xiu walked side by side on the cobblestone street, heading towards Qianji Pavilion University.

Qianjige University is located on the banks of the Qinghe River, right next to the Tongtong House.

In the plan, this place will serve as a branch base of the Thousand Machines Pavilion, and will play a role in teaching and cultivating talents in the future. The entire park... After the campus is completed, it will become a giant academy city with the Tongtong House as its core.

All six sects will move in and open their own branches.

Sword Sect represents courage and recklessness, while Dragon Tiger Mountain represents ideas and so on.

We'll erect a stone tablet in the main hall later as a branch hall marker.

Touch it, and the division monument bursts into a loud voice, 'Fighting Spirit Level 3! You're a real man, go to the Sword Sect!'

But that's a story for later. Now, besides the entire family whose main bodies are buried underground, there is only a university and large tracts of open land.

“We’ll each be in a class, I’m older and you’re younger, what do you think?” Shi Xiu said, standing at the school gate.

Having cultivated an acquired Dao body, Shi Xiu had now fully recovered to his peak condition and returned to his former flamboyant self.

He now covers half of his face with white hair, just like Orochimaru, pretending to be a cool and handsome guy.

This teaching program is divided into junior and senior classes. Senior classes represent the present, while junior classes represent the future.

Zhang Ze felt that the "small" Shi Xiu was referring to was actually the "small" of Xiao Deng.

Zhang Ze thought for a moment and nodded, "Either is fine."

"Alright, a gentleman's word is as good as his bond. We swear on the lamp that we will not go back on our word. I will be at the left campus."

After pointing Zhang Ze in the right direction, Shi Xiu stamped his foot and disappeared.

"What's the rush?" Zhang Ze shook his head, puzzled.

Unlike Shi Xiu, he did not use his escape technique to travel.

Instead, he walked slowly with a V-shaped gait, adjusting his state as he went.

In an instant, the spirits of a math teacher and a homeroom teacher simultaneously possessed Zhang Ze. He pushed up his non-existent glasses, adjusted his non-existent microphone, and strode swiftly toward the campus on his left.

He felt secretly pleased, because most of those junior members were people he knew. He rarely had such an opportunity, so he had to make the most of their seniority and the advantages they offered.

Next time you see them, tell them to call you "teacher" first, then "brother".

Feeling quite pleased with himself, Zhang Ze soon arrived at his classroom.

The location is easy to find because the entire main campus was just completed, and there is only one classroom with people on the left.

Each classroom is made of special materials and equipped with a magic array to prevent prying and isolate the inside from the outside.

Zhang Ze coughed lightly, pushed open the door, and went inside.

"Don't talk, class is starting now..."

After getting a clear look at the situation inside the room, Zhang Ze's voice grew softer and softer.

He realized that he had been tricked by Shi Xiu.

No wonder Shi Xiu was in such a hurry when he ran away. After pointing out a way, he disappeared without a trace and even swore an oath to the lamp.

So that's where he was waiting.

When Shi Xiu said "small," he wasn't referring to the small size of the small platform, but rather the small size of the small classroom.

The classroom was small, only able to accommodate about thirty people, and it wasn't full at the moment.

In this classroom, everyone except Zhang Ze is an old monster.

Those outside are all figures at the Ancestor Realm.

The youngest one, who insists she's forever sixteen, is actually over two thousand years old according to the sect's roster.

And whether it was intentional or not, these old men deliberately started acting young when they saw Zhang Ze.

Several unfamiliar students sat in the front row, looking at Zhang Ze with expressions of obedient children waiting for the teacher to start the class, remaining quiet and not saying a word, hoping to receive a small red flower after class.

Even more extreme, some of them even disguised themselves as children, blinking their big eyes as they looked at Zhang Ze.

Sitting in the last two rows, the two people by the window were whispering to each other, whether they were laughing at Zhang Ze or thinking of something funny, their faces were squeezed together like chrysanthemums.

But Zhang Ze dared not speak out, because the person who led the violation of discipline was his advisor, Zheng Yi, the head of the Seventh Sword Pavilion.

When Zheng Yi saw Zhang Ze looking at him, he smiled and nodded at Zhang Ze, then turned back to continue talking to the old man behind him.

He didn't dare say that the old man behind the Master of Zhengyi Pavilion was Old Tang's junior brother, Master Cheng.

The initial stage of Mahayana cultivation.

When Zhang Ze saw Master Cheng looking over, he quickly gave an awkward smile, then lowered his head like a primary school student, avoiding eye contact.

Because I feel guilty.

Before going to the Northern Territory to find the sheep, Zhang Ze and his junior sister first went to the Ancestral Mausoleum of Longhu Mountain, where they stumbled upon a cockroach nest.

Finally, with the idea of ​​sacrificing their own friends rather than themselves, Zhang Ze and A Li lured all the several thousand giant mutated cockroaches, each five or six meters long, to the Ancestral Master's Mausoleum...

Even today, Master Cheng is still trying to find out which bastard did this.

In a daze, Zhang Ze felt another sharp gaze, and in a daze, he felt as if he was being finely chopped into dust. Zhang Ze was startled.

Following the gaze, he turned to look at the doorway and saw his brother-in-law, Mr. Chen Musheng, standing there looking at him.

Having not seen him for a long time, Zhang Ze didn't miss him. Chen Musheng, over two meters tall, blocked the door completely. He looked Zhang Ze up and down for a moment, snorted coldly, and walked into the classroom.

He placed his 1.8-meter-tall sword case next to the podium, then sat down in the positions of the left and right protectors, staring intently at Zhang Ze.

Zhang Ze felt that his brother-in-law might not have forgiven him yet.

He really wanted to ask, "What are you looking at?"

But it's just a thought; I don't actually have the guts to do it.

Fortunately, by the time everyone had arrived, there was only one guardian deity on the left and right; no other living father had come to the right side of the stage.

As the youngest in the room, Xiao Deng felt a little awkward standing on the podium, unsure of how to begin.

He had never seen anything like it before.

Zhang Ze sighed and could only pretend that the old men below were all big shots.

He silently recited the "Radish and Cabbage Song" a few times in his mind, then turned around and quickly wrote it on the crystal screen.

Lesson 1: Understanding Acquired Elixir

He planned to give a lesson from behind, using the method of turning his back to everyone to alleviate his embarrassment.

"Um... um, please come up and receive yours..."

After finishing writing, Zhang Ze opened a small box containing the Acquired Dao Pill he had just made that morning.

These are all teaching props.

Before the words were even finished, the old men in the classroom all waved their hands, and the acquired Dao pills in the box were snatched away by them.

"Continue." The brother-in-law held the small ball, raised his chin, and gestured for Zhang Ze to continue the lesson.

“Okay…okay…” Zhang Ze replied softly.

"Don't be afraid of him, just say what you need to say." The Master of Zhengyi Pavilion, sitting in the second-to-last row by the window, spoke up.

"Okay...okay..." Zhang Ze's voice grew softer and softer.

"Turn around! Why are you so reserved? Be more outgoing!" the grandmother from Tianzong, who insisted she was sixteen, lectured.

“Okay…okay…” Zhang Ze replied in a low, buzzing voice.

I was eighteen that year, standing there like a lackey.

This isn't someone who's here to be a teacher; this is someone who's here to be a servant.

Zhang Ze, feeling unwell due to the excessive reversal of the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, awkwardly held the textbooks that had just been printed that morning while stammering through his lecture.

But soon, Zhang Ze realized that he had lost control of the situation.

It wasn't that the older generation didn't respect him; on the contrary, even his brother-in-law treated him very well and didn't target him or try to upset him.

But these old Dengs have problems with each other.

The bond between classmates is not reliable.

Every time Zhang Ze spoke for a while, they would start discussing a particular sentence, which would then turn into an argument, and the argument into a small-scale skirmish...

"You old bastard, what are you talking about? You've wasted all these years..."

"Ha, utterly foolish! Take this palm strike that will split your skull open!"

"Hit him! Hit him on the head, hard!"

Besides those who started the fight, there were also those who fanned the flames.

The Daoist techniques collided in the slightest detail, without revealing their secrets. Each move was the culmination of thousands of years of experience. If a bloodthirsty audience were to witness this, even death would be worth the ticket price.

But as an audience member, Zhang Ze wasn't bloodthirsty and hadn't bought a ticket; all he wanted to do was finish the get out of class as soon as possible.

But he couldn't get a word in edgewise.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Zhang Ze quietly shrank under the podium, took out his small walnuts, and started looking for outside help.

I feel ashamed to go directly to my mother-in-law, so I have no choice but to take a roundabout approach.

[Zhang Ze: Junior sister, please save me, I can't handle this situation.]

Chen Qin: Oh, really? I don't believe it.

[Zhang Ze: Seriously, I wasn't kidding, I just couldn't take it anymore.]

[Chen Qin: What happened?]

[Zhang Ze: The classroom is too noisy, the students are fighting, I urgently need a leader who can keep things in check.]

[Chen Qin: Okay, don't worry, I'll call someone for you.]

[Zhang Ze: Hurry up, I can't keep up!]

[Chen Qin: 1]

After putting away the small walnuts, Zhang Ze began to pray that his mother-in-law would come to the rescue as soon as possible. He felt that his junior sister should have understood what he meant.

This class can't be held.

……

They were all connected heart to heart, so the junior sister naturally understood the unspoken meaning in Zhang Ze's words.

Although she didn't know why it had to be her mother, Chen Qin felt that her senior brother must have had his reasons for doing so.

Just shout it out.

But when the time came, the junior sister found that finding her biological mother seemed a bit troublesome.

To improve Guo's telescope, Mo Jingchun is currently working in seclusion with Lu Yuzhou on a creative project.

We can't contact Little Walnut right now, and using a summoning charm from her mother would be making a mountain out of a molehill.

As she was pacing around, wondering if she should ask another senior of similar stature to do it for her, she saw Li Guanqi walking towards her.

"Elder Li!" the junior sister greeted.

"Hmm, what's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry?" Li Guanqi asked, seeing Chen Qin looking completely bewildered.

"Well, my senior brother is teaching a class right now... and he's having some trouble keeping things under control. He asked me to find someone to help maintain classroom discipline because this is a bit embarrassing, so..." the junior sister gestured.

However, before he could finish speaking, Li Guanqi laughed and said, "Is it really that simple? I thought it was something serious. Go have fun, I'll take care of it for you."

Chen Qin, "Really?"

Li Guanqi: "Hmm, it's nothing."

Chen Qin said, "Then I'll trouble Elder Li. Goodbye, Elder Li!"

……

After a while.

Completely misunderstanding, Old Li stepped onto the tree-lined path covered with a thin layer of snow.

He hummed a little tune, thinking to himself that Zhang Ze had finally met his match.

"He's still too inexperienced; he can't even control a few children. It's pathetic."

"If anything happens, we still have to rely on our master."

Upon arriving at the classroom, Li Guanqi coughed lightly, composed himself, pulled out his large black iron rod, and then slammed the door open.

"Stop arguing! How about... how about you continue, continue..."

Old Li stood frozen, one hand on the door and the other holding an iron rod, unsure whether to come in or leave. He could only look down at the iron rod and think to himself, "This iron rod is really something."

That year, he was only three hundred and a half, standing there like a lackey.

Zhang Ze, who was huddled in the recess under the podium, heard his master's voice and thought to himself, "My master is really brave."

This person's love for his disciple is like that of a son; the level of being willing to die together is truly extraordinary.

"Xiao Li, what are you yelling about? Get in here and close the door!"

The older men were gentle with Zhang Ze, but not so kind to Li Guanqi.

Li Guanqi put the iron bar away and reluctantly shuffled into the classroom. He huddled in the corner, trying to minimize his presence, and quietly watched the class filled with passion and hope.

After watching for a while, Old Li glanced at the podium and thought it was a suitable place for Tibetans.

He moved stealthily over with cat-like steps.

Then, he saw Zhang Zezheng nestled inside, smiling at him.

Old Li crawled inside and grabbed Zhang Ze's ear.

"Laughing, you're still laughing... You've really screwed over your master."

(End of this chapter)