Who let him join the Sword Sect?!

Chapter 1138 - 535: Small Ascender’s Octagonal Cage and Old Ascender’s Sword (3)

If this mysterious state continues, and if no one delivers a wake-up slap, he might really progress further.But just as Mr. Xiao was lost in his own world, oblivious to heaven and earth, a paper-folded sword appeared above his head from thin air.

No impressive Sword Qi, no imposing dominion over heaven and earth; the Paper Sword descended, falling within three meters in front of Zhang Ze, between him and Xiao Jing.

As the Paper Sword descended, the nearly complete domain beneath Xiao Jing’s feet collapsed, and that mysterious celestial realm vanished into nothingness, even his thoughts crumbled in that instant.

Everything was severed—future, past, and present.

’It’s just a paper sword.’

’Why? This can’t be?’

Xiao Jing stumbled back a step, staring at the paper sword which, compared to himself, his Earth Sea Blade, or even a thread from his clothing, seemed so mundane and repulsive, with eyes full of fear.

An unfamiliar voice sounded in his ear.

"Destiny lies with man, not heaven. You are trapped, crafting empty vehicles; what of the grand dao?

"Pathetic."

Soon after, the voice whispered to Zhang Ze, "Kid, meet me at the Main Pavilion later—my daughter’s matter."

As the voice faded, the Sword Book between them turned to ashes, and in the embers, an ordinary long sword took form.

Zhang Ze sensed a familiar aura on it.

The feeling of the Earth Sea Blade, only the aura on this sword was gentle, far from the ferocity of the broken blade before Xiao Jing.

This was a tamed Earth Sea Sword.

For the Sect Leader to send such an item, it indicates...

"Impossible! Impossible!" Xiao Jing’s furious shout shattered Zhang Ze’s pleasant daydream.

"Destiny is mine, in this Holy Land, in the Source of Ten Thousand Laws! In the First Son of Origin! Why, why is he stronger than me! Why is he stronger than me!"

"Why? Because my Sect Leader is awesome!" Zhang Ze stood up, looking at Xiao Jing sarcastically.

Xiao Jing, "...."

He didn’t know who sent the sword, only knew this person is likely stronger, possibly closer to surpassing the Mahayana realm.

But if that’s the case, then what do all his plans mean? Could he be wrong?

"No, I’m not wrong." Xiao Jing brushed away distractions.

"One attains the dao, thousands fall to bones!

"I’m right, destiny is mine, not the masses!

"What is a sword? I can seize it! It’s mine! All mine!"

Xiao Jing reached out, but didn’t approach within three meters of Zhang Ze. He wanted to pull the sword, even force the person to act; perhaps they were merely evenly matched, he still had a chance, a chance...

However, despite wielding countless Taoist Techniques, that ordinary sword didn’t budge.

In the complex nesting of rules and realms, the sword clearly surpassed him.

Zhang Ze, seeing this, showed Xiao Jing the middle finger, then extended his hand to grip the sword’s hilt.

"Watch closely, this is how my father-in-law’s sword...

"Is thi....

"Is supposed to be used..., no wait, bro, let me pull it out!"

Whether the sword had backbone, or disdained engaging with someone like Zhang Ze who didn’t understand swords, it remained immobile where it stood.

Regardless of what Zhang Ze tried, he couldn’t draw it out.

Even asking the Old Ascenders within himself to draw it had no effect.

The scene was somewhat awkward.

Zhang Ze stood beside the sword, not daring to leave, while Xiao Jing stood on the other side, not daring to approach.

The two were stalemated there.

As for Mr. Chen Qianhu, he didn’t issue any instructions regarding the matter, seemingly his focus had already drifted away.

Zhang Ze looked at the unmovable sword, feeling it might be a test from the Sect Leader.

As for what the test involved....

Zhang Ze thought it unlikely to be about Sword Dao comprehension, such a meaningless aspect; it was likely a test of his adaptability, and unwavering determination to win.

Primarily adaptability.

Upon realizing this, Zhang Ze immediately gained insight.

He reached out, gripping the sword hilt, no longer using brute force, and began channeling the power of Baiyujing.

Power gathered at his feet....

"Rise!"

With a forceful hand, Zhang Ze finally drew out the Earth Sea Sword, and of course, along with part of Baiyujing’s ground.

The Divine Sword transformed into a hammer.

Seeing the stupefied Xiao Jing, Zhang Ze hoisted his father-in-law’s sword and charged forward.

"You scoundrel, take my hammer!"