Zhang Ze repeatedly swore to the lamp that he would never again resort to sneaky tricks and promised not to tell Chen Qin about this incident, before Mei'Er finally let him go.
Rubbing his sore lower back, Zhang Ze silently made up his mind.
"It's just a few lousy books, the ones Senior Sister wrote are as bland as water. Someday I'll write a few myself.
"I must show you all what a true Imperial Uncle is."
If one day he doesn't ascend the Immortal Realm with the aura of a Golden Immortal, he will make sure his books become famous worldwide.
Zhang Ze had already thought of a pen name.
Umbrella by day, no sword in hand.
While pondering how to become famous, Zhang Ze saw Chen Qin pulling Liu Lili along, rushing back in a hurry.
Zhang Ze thought something had gone wrong with the Thousand Mechanism Technique, and was about to ask, when Chen Qin excitedly said.
"Your master and Elder Wang got into a fight! Come quickly to watch the fun."
Zhang Ze was very pleased, pleased that Chen Qin had grown so accustomed to him, and still remembered to call him when there's fun.
Yet he also felt sad, sad that his master and Grandpa Wang were fighting, and here he was feeling happy about it.
Calming himself, Zhang Ze raised his hand and said.
"Junior Sister, lead the way quickly, or it'll be over by the time we arrive."
The Inner Sect Arena was already crowded.
Watching two elders spar, whether for fun or to experience the Sword Path Ultimate Intent, was a rare experience.
Zhang Ze, Chen Qin, and Liu Lili arrived a bit late and could only stand outside the crowd.
Just as Liu Lili started urging Chen Qin to climb the wall with her, Zhang Ze noticed a great figure.
Qiao Lezhi.
Perhaps having played enough, recently Senior Sister Qiao had stopped parading with her oversized door board, and instead crafted a new style.
She had also begun using a wheelchair, crafted by the Thousand Mechanism Technique.
According to her, it made taking naps convenient.
"Senior Sister! Help us out!" Zhang Ze waved and called out.
A few minutes later, Senior Sister Qiao yawningly floated in the air, extending a door board with one hand.
Zhang Ze, Chen Qin, and Liu Lili carefully sat atop the door board.
"What's going on between my master and Grandpa Wang?" Zhang Ze asked.
"No idea." Qiao Lezhi yawned, "About every four or five years, the two elders will spar publicly in the Inner Sect Arena."
"So who's won more?" Zhang Ze asked curiously.
Qiao Lezhi thought for a while, pinching her fingers to calculate briefly.
"Elder Wang has won more, after all, since they're not going all out, Elder Li suffers quite a loss."
Cultivators at the Divinity Transformation Stage have embarked on the Dao path. If they truly fought, obliterating their Dao aside, dismantling this arena would be easy.
Only Zhang Ze's sight was still shallow and couldn't grasp what Qiao Lezhi meant.
"You just need to watch and you'll understand." Qiao Lezhi pointed to the arena, and Zhang Ze saw the two elders had begun sparring.
After watching for a while, Zhang Ze realized his master often lost more than won.
No reason except that iron conducts electricity.
Elder Li's Chess Observation Sword Array was a killer move to most, but when it met Wang, it turned into a pure target.
Wang fully demonstrated how agile a sparkling and flashing chubby man can be.
Lightning flashed randomly, and Elder Li's Black Sword Sword Array instead became his own prison.
Elder Li was paralyzed by electricity.
Helplessly, Elder Li could only retract the sword array, transforming the Black Sword back into an iron rod, hoping to win through sword moves.
They fought for a long time, as long as the time it takes to write 4000 watery words.
Yet Elder Li was still a step away in swordsmanship and had his iron rod knocked away by Wang.
Wang stroked his three-layered chin, "Heh, thanks for letting me win."
Elder Li flung his sleeve and called back the iron rod, "Let's go again!"
Zhang Ze asked curiously, "What? Are they going to keep fighting?"
"Best of three." Qiao Lezhi replied.
Zhang Ze imitated Wang and stroked his handsome chin.
He always felt he couldn't just sit and watch his master suffer; he had to think of something.
"Master! I have something to tell you!"
Zhang Ze suddenly stood up from the door board and shouted to Elder Li.
"Uh..." Elder Li sighed, having long noticed his unlucky disciple watching from the side, intending to make a great show in front of him.
He hadn't expected Wang Buyu, this chubby fellow, to have inexplicably advanced his cultivation recently.
He lost the first game by half a move.
"What is it, quick tell me." Elder Li extended his hand, and before Zhang Ze realized it, the next moment he found himself beside Elder Li.
"Master, soundproof first; be wary of eavesdroppers." Zhang Ze whispered in Elder Li's ear.
Elder Wang laughed and shook his head upon hearing this, then turned to stand aside, back facing the master and disciple.
Elder Li cast a technique, golden light pouring down, isolating the surroundings.
"Master, there's something I, your disciple, am unsure whether to say."
"Speak."
"A man... must grow."
Elder Li was about to slap him but suddenly reconsidered, staring at Zhang Ze for a long time.
"How did you come up with this, kid?"
"With my eyes," Zhang Ze shrugged.
"Your disciple is naturally dull, can only observe what's in front, but can't understand deeper truths."
"Just seeing Master losing by half a move, anxiously speaking offhandedly."
"I didn't expect Master, wise and mighty, instantly thought of a way to defeat the enemy. Truly, you are the pillar of our Sword Sect, so your disciple..."
"Enough flattery. Stand farther away and watch me break that chubby old fellow's Thunder Array."
Elder Li could speak like that, but Zhang Ze dared not reply. He honestly retreated a few steps, stood in front of an Inner Sect Senior Sister, and watched quietly.
The two ascended.
Elder Li stepped forward this time without deploying the sword array, opting for direct attacks.
Even in pure swordsmanship, Elder Li was still a half move behind Elder Wang, and with distractive lightning, Elder Li soon fell behind.
After several sword exchanges, Elder Li shattered Elder Wang's Thunder Sword, simplifying complexity, deploying his own sword array.
Yet such confrontations have repeated countless times, with Elder Wang summoning Golden Thunder, slashing towards Elder Li.
Both held back, so it didn't affect others, but scattered lightning still pushed Elder Li back a few steps.
Elder Wang foresaw the upcoming outcome.
He summoned his Purple Thunder Sword Array, intending to once again electroshock his old friend.
However, a sudden change occurred, with the lightning an instant of black light broke through, directly piercing Elder Wang's face.
"Heh!"
The black light halted before Elder Wang's face.
"Thank you for letting me win."
Elder Li's iron rod, composed of Antarctic Meteorite Iron, separated into swords, merged as rods.
Over the years, Elder Li certainly hadn't tried extending this iron rod before.
Unexpectedly, upon extending, it worked so well.
Of course, this was just a small trick.
It's only meant to catch others by surprise during a spar.
"Keep fighting?" Elder Li smugly asked.
"Heh, no more fighting; today counts as a draw."
Elder Wang glanced at Zhang Ze, noticing this kid's shifty eyes, surely still full of bad ideas.
Meanwhile, Zhang Ze was confused by the titles appearing beside Elder Li and Elder Wang's names on the system interface.
Li Guanqi [Winning Half a Move]
Wang Buyu [Wind and Thunder]
[Character Fate Altered, Titles Unlocked, Rewards Issued]
Zhang Ze couldn't understand why such a trivial matter led to his master and Grandpa Wang's transformation.
But whatever, this must be fate. A man grows when he grows.
Thinking no more of it, Zhang Ze silently chanted.
"Deep Blue, no, system add points."
Zhang Ze, Qi Cultivation Eighth Layer.