Zhang San, please behave yourself!-Chapter 890 - 824: The Sect Master Shouldn’t Be a Petty Person, Right?

Qing City Mountain. Qing City Sword Sect. Outside the Sword Storing Pavilion.

The rain kept falling, and the atmosphere wasn’t very harmonious.

When it first started raining on the first day, everyone felt the rain was somewhat coincidental.

Rainfall is a normal occurrence after all.

Moreover, the Rune Array that Zhang San set up was designed such that as soon as sunlight hit the Sword Storing Pavilion, he would automatically be transported out from it.

Thus, according to the agreement, Zhang San is now inside the Sword Storing Pavilion of the Qing City Sword Sect, continuing his learning and cultivation. Although Zhang San gained an advantage, it’s still quite normal.

However, the drizzle continued into the second day without stopping.

The dense clouds over Qing City Mountain were as thick as the Elder’s protective hairs over his heart, and this began to make some people uneasy.

The weather in June or July, with occasional gusts and showers, might be expected.

But a misty drizzle like the rejuvenating spring rain seemed just a bit strange.

Particularly when someone discovered that this rain was confined to the vicinity of Qing City Mountain, and around Qing City’s martial prowess boundary, looking up at the sky, not a single bit of cloud could be seen.

On the second day, Lin Wenshan dispatched people to investigate around Qing City Mountain, eventually confirming that the dense clouds solely covered Qing City Mountain and nowhere else.

So now it was easy to determine that these clouds must be related to Zhang San.

Although there was no direct evidence to prove it, this situation benefited Zhang San the most, isn’t that the best proof!

On the third day, Lin Wenshan finally was unable to hold his composure.

Although he knew Zhang San was not skilled in Swordsmanship, logically Zhang San’s proficiency and learning ability in sword techniques shouldn’t be particularly high.

But with Zhang San inside for such a long time, what if he really found and memorized a core sword technique inheritance of Qing City Sword Sect?

Just the thought of this made Lin Wenshan’s mind buzz.

Because this would mean one of the Qing City Sword Sect’s three core sword technique inheritances would be instantly lost.

After all, the Town Martial Office has many capable people.

If Zhang San transmits one of the inheritances back to the Town Martial Office, countless strong individuals there would study and improve it, not just devising countermeasures but perhaps surpassing Qing City Sword Sect in this regard.

Initially, Lin Wenshan thought he had gained an advantage, letting Zhang San inside just for one night was enough.

But watching the rain over Qing City Mountain now, Lin Wenshan felt both amused and troubled.

After all, who could have thought that Zhang San would be so enduring!

Finally, out of helplessness, Lin Wenshan could only gather many Elders from within the Sect and come to a hidden place in the rear mountain of Qing City Sword Sect, arriving before an ancient-styled grand gate, where they all knelt down.

"The forty-first Acting Sect Master of the Qing City Sword Sect respectfully invites the thirty-eighth Ancestor to emerge—"

Saying so, Lin Wenshan kowtowed heavily on the ground.

The Elders behind, though thinking they didn’t cause the issue, now faced the matter of Qing City Sword Sect’s inheritance survival, disregarding their internal conflicts had to follow Lin Wenshan and kneel, kowtowing before the gate.

After all, if Zhang San found an inheritance in these three days, do you dare bet the core sword technique inheritance Zhang San found isn’t from your faction?

Moments later, a majestic and aged voice emanated from the gate.

"What happened to disturb?"

Hearing the Ancestor’s response, Lin Wenshan immediately kowtowed repeatedly, eight times, before speaking: "Regarding the matter of Qing City Sword Sect’s three core sword technique inheritances, I seek Ancestor’s appearance for a meeting."

After waiting for quite a while, amidst the creaking sound, the ancient gate opened.

An elder with white hair and long eyebrows hanging over his sword emerged from within.

The elder wore a shabby Taoist robe, looked somewhat ethereal and detached.

Yet for some reason, those eyes always gave a somewhat sleazy feeling when looking at people.

Lin Wenshan knew this was the thirty-eighth Ancestor of the Qing City Sword Sect, once the strongest among the thirty-eighth generation of Sect Masters.

Yet precisely because of his sleazy gaze, every training trip outside would be misinterpreted, leading him, in a fit of anger, to return to Qing City Sword Sect focusing solely on cultivation, ignoring external affairs.

Ironically, it was because of this that he avoided much hardship, instead becoming the longest-lasting existence of Qing City Sword Sect in his generation.

Lin Wenshan recounted everything, the causes and effects.

After hearing it, the Ancestor gazed at those kneeling on the ground, letting out a cold laugh.

"Foolish! Utterly foolish! Ignorant! Fool... dull-witted!"

The Ancestor gave Lin Wenshan a glance and questioned, "Traveling the world, suppressing the martial path, do you think someone like Zhang San, with lacking capability, would also have a dull mind? Though Red Emperor just ascended the throne, does he seem foolish to you? After Li Moxian retired, did you not think having a Spiritual Platform Realm person manage the Town Martial Office signifies their weakness in physical might but exceptional abilities elsewhere? Against such a person, not losing is fortunate, you think you can gain advantage. Now then? Did you gain advantage? Fearing the Sect’s inheritance is lost, is it not happening today!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Wenshan trembled in fear, kneeling on the ground, not daring to utter a word.

"Speak then, what do you need me to do? Should I impersonate another sect’s Swordsmanship to kill Zhang San, or create an accident to make Zhang San die in the Sword Storing Pavilion?"

This statement made Lin Wenshan break into a sweat.

Ancestor!

You call me foolish, but your methods aren’t that great either!

Of course, Lin Wenshan could only dare think this in his mind, certainly not daring to say it out loud.

"Ancestor, do you have means to disperse the clouds above? Once the clouds are broken and sunlight hits the Sword Storing Pavilion, Zhang San will naturally come out. Then we’ll see how much Zhang San has truly learned before making a decision. The current Town Martial Office within the Great Sui’s suppression over martial paths far exceeds your imagination, best not provoke them if you can avoid it."

The Ancestor sighed helplessly, saying: "So you call me out just to dispel clouds and clear mist? You are indeed the worst generation I’ve seen!"

The Ancestor, though scolding verbally, still raised his right hand, merging his forefinger and middle finger, releasing a mighty Sword Qi.

Rumble—

The clouds in the sky trembled.

In the next moment, a huge Sword Qi surged through the clouds, instantly tearing open a large rift in the layered clouds.

"See that? It’s called power, if you possessed such power, where would you need to worry... huh..."

The Ancestor’s Sword Qi just tore a gap in the cloud, the gap slowly closed.

This made the sleazy eyes of the Ancestor filled with embarrassment.

"The person manipulating rain and clouds has some skill! Let’s try again!"

The Ancestor struck again!

Moments later, the Ancestor struck a third time...

An hour later, the clouds in the sky finally started dispersing, the light of the sky clearing.

A ray of sunlight shone on the Sword Storing Pavilion.

In the next moment, Zhang San inside the Sword Storing Pavilion, close to falling asleep, was transported out.

Zhang San yawned and clasped his hands toward the hastily returning Lin Wenshan.

"I wondered why this night seemed so lengthy, turns out it was raining outside! Apologies Sect Master Lin, when I designed the formation, I merely thought I’d come out when daylight arrived, never imagined it’d rain outside. I inevitably watched a little longer and even felt sleepy. Sect Master Lin isn’t a petty person, right?"

Sect Master Lin, eyes brimming with tears, bit his broken tooth, nodded and said: "No problem. It’s all fleeting clouds, fleeting clouds."