Who let him join the Sword Sect?!
Chapter 1037 - 501: Since It’s - 501, the Final Adventure Needs to Be Fully Loaded_2
Clearly, the three of them made a bet, betting whether Zhang Ze had senile dementia, and someone lost the bet.
But the feeling of being the only one kept in the dark was obviously not pleasant. Zhang Ze turned to look at the middle-aged man with white hair, "May I ask, senior, what is your esteemed name?"
Lu Yuzhou kicked Zhang Ze, "He’s a living ancestral figure of your Sword Sect, the one you dug out yourself. How could you forget that?"
Zhang Ze scratched his head, still unable to recall.
"Wei Zhuang! Didn’t you remember?" Li tugged at Zhang Ze’s ear.
Zhang Ze, "Who is Wei Zhuang?"
Li, "..."
"He’s Uncle Chen Qin’s uncle, and that black tight suit of yours came from him."
Saying this, Li attempted to pull out the black tight suit known as the Night Demon Emperor Armor from Zhang Ze’s Hundred Treasures Bag.
But as soon as half of it was pulled out, Li felt her wrist weighed a thousand pounds, unable to pull it any further.
She turned to look, realizing it was Wei Zhuang’s doing.
"Alright, don’t say anymore. I think this kid has already remembered."
With that, Wei Zhuang looked at Zhang Ze, and the flying sword at his waist slightly emerged from its scabbard.
Zhang Ze carefully pressed the sword back with his hand, then nodded.
"I... I remembered. Have you eaten this morning? I have some fried dough sticks."
After fumbling around for a while, Zhang Ze managed to pull out only half a piece of fried dough stick wrapped in oil paper, unclear if it was from last week or last year.
Wei Zhuang sighed, looking at Zhang Ze, once again full of concern for the future of the Sword Sect.
Yet Li wasn’t bothered. She displayed her signature Fat Dragon skills, climbing from Zhang Ze’s waist to his hand, and swallowed the stale fried dough stick in one bite.
And with the dough stick eaten, the memories that seemed flushed away returned.
A few years ago, Zhang Ze went to Cang Mountain of the Beast Taming Sect and poked at the village with a sword. On his way home, he passed by Central State and casually unearthed his sect’s great uncle.
The great uncle even mistakenly fought with the sect leader.
After being unearthed, the great uncle didn’t stay home to be revered as a living ancestral figure. Instead, he left again, saying he was going to investigate some matters.
Afterwards, he disappeared without a trace until today, appearing before Zhang Ze once more.
Moreover, he had changed his appearance.
When Zhang Ze found the great uncle, although formidable with the flying sword, he appeared as a child, shorter than Lily.
Very different from his current imposing appearance.
No wonder Zhang Ze couldn’t remember.
Wiping the oil stains on Li, Zhang Ze looked at Wei Zhuang.
"Why have you returned, sir? Have you found out what you wanted to know?"
Wei Zhuang left again, first to investigate hidden secrets of the ancient East-West war, and secondly to seek old comrades.
But he found nothing.
Although the Four Continents changed slowly, they were indeed transformed drastically.
The hidden secrets searched by the Six Sects for so long yielded no results, leaving him helpless, even as a participant.
Seeking old comrades was likewise futile.
Except for Zhu Luo, the old turtle, and Sister Wang, whom he barely knew, most people from back then had passed away.
Some left stories, but many left nothing behind.
For this reason, Wei Zhuang even went to West Continent, wanting to see if any old adversaries were still alive.
Wei Zhuang went cautiously, but was warmly welcomed.
The descendants of those enemies treated Wei Zhuang as a friend of the Sword Sect, proudly introducing their ancestors’ glorious deeds to him.
And Wei Zhuang stood by those totem poles and portraits, looking at those ancestors’ highly retouched images and carvings with a peculiar expression.
Some displayed there were cut down by him...
The final events of the East-West war not only erased much of the memory of that battle but seemed to dissolve the hatred that should have been unforgettably deep.
When will the cycle of revenge end unless everyone forgets...
This is undoubtedly good, but for Wei Zhuang, the unearthed participant, it felt quite awkward.
It’s hard to evaluate.
"Where did you go after that?" With Wei Zhuang’s words finished, Zhang Ze continued to inquire.
Wei Zhuang, "Afterwards, I’ve been wandering around Central State, and finally found this."
Speaking, Wei Zhuang took out a portrait, depicting a middle-aged man who looked somewhat like an ape, with a large hammer slung over his back.
Wei Zhuang, "This man was a friend of mine back in the day, and someone saw him in Jing State a few years ago."
Zhang Ze, "Huh? Didn’t you say they all passed away?"
Wei Zhuang, "Not the real person, but a shadow. His shadow guides people like an immortal."
Lu Yuzhou responded with an oh, "Ah, I know, it’s about that?"
Wei Zhuang, "That’s right, it’s Jing State’s Xiyi Inquiry."
Due to the Six Sects’ Old Ascender being overly fulfilling, the East Continent was rife with legends such as manual Secret Realms, Immortal guidance, and seniors under cliffs.
The grandfather in the ring became a series.
Therefore, the emergence of such tales around Central State’s counties wasn’t unusual, not attracting the Six Sects’ attention.
Especially since it could just be a peer fishing out in the open, checking would be a pure waste of time.
However, some cases appeared different to Wei Zhuang.
Based on Wei Zhuang’s investigation, many similar incidents occurred near Jing State.
At dusk, someone encountered a shadow-like elder, smoothly communicating without obstruction, and would lose consciousness after sunset.
The fortunate person would wake up the next day with a legacy imparted.
Jing State people called it the Xiyi Inquiry.
Of course, it could be a fake, in which case instead of gaining a legacy, they’d be violated overnight, lose their wealth, and have their kidneys removed.