Who let him join the Sword Sect?!-Chapter 673 - 361: Zhang Ze’s Home is in the Northeast_3
"No, it's not Tang."
The timing doesn't match.
Not just the map, but even those two skeletons—when they died, Tang hadn't even been born yet.
"So who is this person? Zhong..."
As a semi-insider listed on the register of Dragon Tiger Mountain, Zhang Ze started going through the names of the past sect leaders.
After a round of reciting, Zhang Ze found that only one sect leader was surnamed Zhong.
It was the founder, Ancestral Master Zhong Wuming.
"So the Taoist's talent for drawing misleading maps is inherited, huh?"
For a moment, Zhang Ze was speechless, instinctively thinking this was yet another mysterious map scam.
But just as Zhang Ze was about to put away this 'fake map' to bring back as a local specialty for Tang, he suddenly recalled something.
'That Zhong Wuming claimed to be a thieving rascal, saying he once stole something from himself.
'And the end point of his past life's journey should have been in the Northern Territory.
'The Hundred Demons Sect and Emperor Xiaojing had numerous connections.
'And before the East-West war, Emperor Xiaojing had already set his sights on the Northern Territory.'
So, could this map be real?
Did Sect Leader Zhong leave this map after stealing from my family?
And these two unfortunates, during the chaotic era following Dongqi's demise, stumbled upon this map by chance.
They joined forces to come north to seek treasures, but unexpectedly encountered that Bone Shadow and got trapped in this Secret Realm...
Looking at this 'road home' in his hands, Zhang Ze could only marvel at life's unpredictability, like a sausage with a tiny sausage inside.
He wondered if he would find happiness in his twilight years in the north.
But speaking of which, since he spent his later years in the northeast, could it be that the Northern Demon Race's high-rise buildings and centralized heating from the earth vein were his doing?
Thinking of these random thoughts, he put away the map.
After confirming that there was nothing else left here, Zhang Ze no longer cared about the two skeletons. He checked the scent once more and headed towards the final room.
He was becoming more and more interested in this place.
He always felt there might be more mysteries here.
Passing through the mist before him, Zhang Ze entered an empty room.
The room contained nothing except the Glazed Ball Bai Tao had given him.
Zhang Ze did not step forward but instead pointed a finger, raising a gentle breeze to bring the Glazed Ball to him.
He acted cautiously, always on guard, yet even when he held the Glazed Ball in his hand, nothing unexpected happened in the surroundings.
The Bone Shadow that ambushed him did not appear again.
"We've found the ball, how do we leave?" Miemie asked.
"Leaving isn't urgent, let's explore more here. I'm quite interested in this place, we..."
Before Zhang Ze finished speaking, a scream came from the mist.
"Let's find out who is trying to scare us first," Zhang Ze continued.
Putting away the Glazed Ball, Zhang Ze followed the intermittent screams back to the room where the Memory Immortal Mirror was placed.
At this moment, the room was in complete chaos, with a ragged old man leaning on a cane flailing among the ghostly figures.
Though the old man looked classic, like an elder in the Secret Realm beneath the cliff, his demeanor lacked authority. As for cultivation, he had some but not much, maybe about half of Lily's level.
He was terrified by the illusions in the room, howling erratically, crawling towards the mist. But every time he entered, he would return from the other side, as if the mist was a maze to him.
"Hey, old man, where are you headed?"
Zhang Ze's voice echoed in the empty room.
Startled by Zhang Ze's shout, the old man shivered and raised his cane as if it were a sword, wildly swinging it at non-existent enemies.
"Who! Who's there! Show yourself?"
Facing the old man's inquiry, Zhang Ze did not reveal himself or send Miemie out as a scout.
He pinched a spell, turned off the Memory Immortal Mirror, and allowed his Golden Core to transform and project out.
The Golden Core changed into a pale human head.
To avoid frightening the old man, the head wasn't hollow, but rather painted with a comical face.
The comical head bounced towards the old man.
Seeing the comical head getting closer, the old man rolled his eyes, kicked his legs out, and fainted.
"Was that intentional?" Miemie whispered via Sound Transmission.
"No, I wasn't," Zhang Ze lied while shaping a body for his Golden Core.
After a long time, the old man woke up. He found a muscular man with a comical face squatting beside him, glistening with golden light, muscles bulging. No telling how many pounds of bean oil had been applied.
The man was fanning him gently with a small fan.
"Don't be afraid, old man, I'm a good person. You can call me Man, I'm from the Flying Barbarian Race," said Zhang Ze, hiding nearby, using his Golden Core to speak nonsense.
"May I know your surname?"
The old man shuffled backward on the ground, wanting to flee but fearing the golden monster's muscles. Hesitating for a long time, the old man stammered, "The small old man is surnamed Qiang, named Hou, you may call me Marquis Qiang."
Marquis Qiang?
This name sounds familiar.
...
Meanwhile, in Crown Prince City of the Northern Territory. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦
A monk in a brand-new outfit sat on the VIP seat below the stage. Beside him was his newly-made Barbarian friend Ayasi and her brother.
While Hand, possessing the snow leopard, was chained to the chair, constantly huffing.
People streamed into the venue one after another.
Onstage, the demon race's emcee lady, seeing the attendees were present, loudly announced.
"Now, let's warmly welcome our Little Demon Venerate from Crown Prince City, Marquis, to deliver an important speech on the Bone Shadow sighting incident."
Amidst the enthusiastic applause, the old man named Marquis Qiang, leaning on a cane, walked onto the stage.
