"Wanting revenge is already a thousandfold difficult, and I carelessly let that old scoundrel Futuo discover my whereabouts.

"Fortunately, with the Secret Treasure at hand, I could fake my death and escape. I..."

As Wang Ge was speaking, he suddenly stopped because he felt someone touching him.

Turning his head, he found that it was the young girl named Dazed Girl, stretching out her long legs and patting his head with her foot.

Is this comfort?

"Ahem." Zhang Ze lightly coughed, and then pulled Dazed Girl back, curling her leg in.

Having been interrupted, Wang Ge lost the mood to tell his story and spoke straightforwardly.

"I am a mundane person, uninterested in the affairs of the world, and they are none of my concern.

"I don’t understand the bigger picture, nor the so-called ’when will feuds end’.

"If you believe my actions would disrupt the Six Sects’ layout, then..."

"Then let there be revenge for grudges." Zhang Ze interjected.

"Indeed... huh? What did you say?" Wang Ge couldn’t react.

Zhang Ze, "Revenge."

"Kill, kill, kill." Dazed Girl swung her little feet to chime in, but was quickly silenced by a smack from Little Fuji.

Wang Ge, "You’re telling me to seek revenge?"

Zhang Ze, "Yes, after all, Buddhism has a saying: ’Put down the butcher’s knife, and become a Buddha on the spot.’ It speaks to this truth that only by laying down can one pick up.

Upon hearing this, Wang Ge slightly frowned, unsure of Zhang Ze’s intent, as he just mentioned revenge, and now he speaks of laying down.

But before he could ask, Zhang Ze continued.

"What ’laying down’ means is laying down outdated weapons like the butcher’s knife, and picking up advanced Magical Artifacts like our Buddhist Thousand Machines Gatling.

"Secluding oneself is inadvisable; keeping pace with the times is the Righteous Path, while also remembering to protect oneself and manifest a Buddhist Golden Body when shooting."

Wang Ge listened to Zhang Ze’s incoherent talk, his frown deepened.

Was the Sword Sect and Buddhism like this before?

Zhang Ze, "The one you want to confront with the sword is the Temple Master of Futuo Guan ... Hmm, let me check first.

"Oh, what a coincidence, this saves us from even needing a Three-Court Tribunal. Brother Wang, come with me."

Zhang Ze put away the small walnut, ignoring Wang Ge’s thoughts, and directly pulled him out of this heart-to-heart chat room.

Wang Ge was left bewildered until Zhang Ze brought him to the Sword Tomb behind the Sword Pavilion.

Next to the Sword Tomb was a dungeon holding the cultivators from the Hundred Demons Sect caught during the Qinghe Association.

Zhang Ze said while walking, "Back then, the Hundred Demons Sect set up Dark Helms all over the East Continent, disguising themselves as prominent names of the Righteous Sect with ulterior motives.

"But during the Qinghe Association a few years ago, they all met their demise, and even the Hundred Demons Sect has been eradicated.

"And the one you’re looking for, the Temple Master of Futuo Guan at Cyan Cloud Mountain, was one of those Dark Helm Leaders.

"Look, he’s detained here."

Zhang Ze finished speaking, turning sideways to point at the old man curled up in the corner of the cell.

Wang Ge looked at this filthy old man, momentarily disoriented, finding it hard to associate him with the seemingly virtuous elder in his memories.

He stepped forward, kicked the cell door, causing a ripple of golden array patterns that caught the old man’s attention inside the cell.

The old man turned his head and met Wang Ge’s eyes.

But soon after, the old man turned away again, crawling further into the corner, seemingly afraid.

"Do you recognize me?" Wang Ge asked.

"I don’t know, I’ve confessed everything, don’t ask me, go ask someone else!" The old man’s voice was sobbing, devoid of any dignity or poise.

Wang Ge opened his mouth, his expression complex.

Eventually, he sighed, and gave an address, "Woniu Ridge, Huai Village..."

The Temple Master of Futuo Guan was unmoved until Wang Ge mentioned the words ’Innate Purple Crystal Wood,’ at which point the old man suddenly raised his head.

He crawled to the cell door, looked up at Wang Ge, and then abruptly laughed, "Hahaha, the cowherd boy, it really is you, it really is you!

"Heh, you’re here for revenge, right, hehe, hahaha! But what does your revenge have to do with me?

"If you hadn’t found that innate treasure, how would I have had ill intentions? Blame yourself!"

The old man rambled on, thoroughly mad, detailing the massacre of the village back then, provoking Wang Ge.

Only Wang Ge’s expression gradually returned to calmness from initial anger.

"You are asking for death." Wang Ge said.

The old man paused at his words, but soon continued to curse.

Wang Ge ignored this enemy determined to die, and turned to Zhang Ze, "What did you... exactly do to him?"

Zhang Ze, "Jail isn’t a luxury. To make him atone for his sins, we involved him in some experiments beneficial for the progress of the Four Continents,"

Wang Ge, "?"

Seeing Wang Ge’s lack of understanding, Zhang Ze then handed him the old man’s labour reform attendance form for the month.

As Wang Ge looked at the form, he slightly frowned, feeling that it was indeed somewhat cruel.

What does ’Testing the Enhancement of Pancake Flavor by Porcupine King Toxin’ mean?

What does ’Testing the Bladder Explosive Effect of Micro Thousand Mechanism Thunder’ mean?

Returning the labour reform attendance form to Zhang Ze, Wang Ge remained silent for a long time before finally asking the question he had been holding in his heart.

"Are you... really from the Sword Sect?"