"Greetings, Third Elder."
Two outer sect disciples at the mountain gate bowed respectfully upon seeing Zhang Qiudao.
"Mm."
Zhang Qiudao just nodded casually and continued to walk deeper into the sect. Once upon a time, he greatly enjoyed being addressed as the Third Elder, but after spending a few days with Master Mang, he suddenly felt that what he had previously pursued seemed like childâs play.
Not worth mentioning.
But...
Just as he was entering the area of the outer sect disciples, he was met by a large group of disciples wielding sharp blades and dressed in sect attire. Leading them were elders of the Poisonous Snake Sect and the Sect Master.
"Sect Master, what is going on?"
Zhang Qiudao frowned slightly, confused, as he asked.
As soon as he spoke, a voice of anger rang in his ears.
"Traitor!"
The Sect Master glared at him with a dark expression, uttering each word slowly: "Did you do what I asked of you? Are you intending to drag âPoisonous Snake Sectâ and the entire cultivation world into hell?"
"..."
Zhang Qiudao frowned again: "What did you ask me to do?"
"Damn it, you really didnât do it."
The Sect Masterâs expression changed slightly as he spoke hoarsely: "I asked you to delete those damn memories. If those memories spread, they could doom the entire cultivation world. For safetyâs sake, I had you go to a Memory Bank of another civilization to erase them. Didnât you go?"
"..."
Zhang Qiudao was silent for a long time before speaking softly: "I went and deleted them thoroughly. I even forgot you were the one who asked me to go. These past few days, I felt like I lost a segment of memory and kept wondering about it but couldnât recall. This feeling is uncomfortable."
"Sect Master, can you tell me what memories are so dangerous that spreading them could doom the entire cultivation world?"
"Is it some kind of treasure?"
"A treasure coveted by other civilizations?"
"Deleted?"
The Sect Master was slightly taken aback, then his expression relaxed as he put away his weapon into his Spatial Bag, laughed heartily, and stepped forward with open arms: "Youâre truly my good disciple, worthy of being the Third Elder of Poisonous Snake Sect as I appointed."
"Since itâs deleted, thereâs no need to dwell on it. Let bygones be bygones."
He walked beside Zhang Qiudao and, with an arm over his shoulders, sighed.
"Seeing you with so many robots, I thought you hadnât deleted the memories."
"Youâre always..."
"Thinking too much."
"But what did you buy so many robots for, theyâre not cheap, right? Are you planning to use them for research to see if thereâs any connection with âPuppetryâ?"
"No."
Zhang Qiudao said quietly: "These 100 robots, each with early-stage Divinity Transformation power, are meant to seize power."
"What?"
The Sect Masterâs body froze, breath became rapid as he looked at the 100 robots behind him. What a joke, each at early-stage Divinity Transformation, while he was the most powerful in the sect, he was merely at Nascent Soul stage.
But he quickly responded: "Seize power, whose power?"
"Yours."
"..."
The Sect Master silently let go of Zhang Qiudaoâs shoulder, stepped back a few steps, and after a few silent moments spoke softly: "I asked you to delete memories to avoid bringing calamity, but you seem to have brought an even greater calamity."
"Do they truly have early-stage Divinity Transformation power?"
"Master Mang said so."
"Should I test them?"
"Test."
Standing in place, a massive surge of spiritual energy blasted forth from the Sect Master, causing his robes to billow in the raging wind, his face slightly twisted as he coldly muttered: "Kill!"
In an instant!
A flying sword shot fiercely from his sleeve, carrying immense cultivation power, with the force to suppress the heavens and destroy the earth, and fiercely rushing to strike the robot standing at the front!
Just before it hit.
The robotâs fist molded into a blade shape and thrust down to the ground.
Its body, hit hard, uncontrollably moved back, scratching a five-six meter deep gouge in the ground, yet when it rose again, its armor remained unscathed, not even a speck was visible.
Furthermore, the 100 Armed Black Hole Robots aimed their Gatlings at the Sect Master, the barrels slowly rotating, ready to attack at any moment.
...
With cold sweat gliding down from his forehead, the Sect Master stood observing the scene, his eyelids twitching in intensity, sensing the ultimate killing intent from the gun barrels, never had he felt such a strong premonition of death.
"Is Master Mang nearby?"
"He is."
In the next instant!
"Congratulations to the new Sect Master in ascending!"
Without a word, the Sect Master knelt with one knee on the ground, presenting the Sect Leaderâs Token in his palm: "May I be a Grand Elder?"
"Too troublesome, simply swap with me and be the Third Elder."
"That works too, whatâs the real situation, can you explain, what does that guy want with Poisonous Snake Sect?"
"Itâs a long story."
"No hurry, letâs go explain slowly at the Sect Leaderâs Hall, kind of regret having you delete the memories, things are getting messier, you didnât tell him about that matter, right?"
"No, although I donât know what matter you mean, I met Master Mang after deleting memories."
...
"Hmm."
Sitting sideways in the Sect Leaderâs Hall, the old Sect Master silently sighed after a long time: "Forget it, let me tell you, itâs a long story, a secret about the cultivation world."
"Everyone seeks immortality, desiring to go to the Immortal Realm."
"But after âBlack Tortoise Starâ joined the âKasha Civilization Federationâ, we learned that all nearby cultivation civilizations were poisoned by the Kasha Civilization, only we were spared because the Kasha Civilization wanted to keep us as a viewing garden."